The Big Street Page #2

Miss Lyons to join us for a drink.

I'm sorry, she already has a commitment.

Engaged to Mr. Case Ables.

- Too bad.

- However...

...since she is a girl who is strictly

interested in the higher income brackets...

...and since, if you'll forgive me,

you are a citizen of means...

Follow me, kid.

Get out of here, you peeping Tom!

Hello, Baby, darling.

Hello, honey.

- Did you give Baby his vitamin B?

- I sure did, and took some myself.

Listen, hippo, that's hair,

not spaghetti.

I thought you laid

an egg tonight, honey.

Don't be vulgar.

I can only remark, it ain't sensible

to be flirting around in front of Mr. Ables.

Your bracelets are getting

pretty old-fashioned.

You could shut your mouth.

We got a guest.

Blow, Ruby, I'm tired.

Tell the headwaiter I wanna see him.

Okay.

Come here, Droopy.

I owe you a break.

What do they call you?

- Little Pinks.

- Little Pinks?

That's not a name,

that's a toothbrush.

My name's really Pinkerton, but I got

a brother that's shorter than I am...

...so they call him Big Pinks.

I'm taller than he is,

so they call me Little Pinks.

It used to be sort of a family joke.

See, when we were kids...

I got you a job.

You don't have to talk me to death.

Thanks. I've always wanted

to work in a classy...

Don't knock yourself out.

I may change my mind.

Go see the headwaiter.

I got it all fixed.

I got a report you went on the so-and-so

for Decatur Reed.

- Evaporate.

- That's my special little pond.

So you keep your line out

or I'll scratch your pretty little eyes.

This is really absurd.

Get her, making out

like she's a duchess.

Listen, Your Highness, I got a left jab

that'll knock your royal teeth out.

That dame is a lump of mud.

- Your Highness.

- What was that crack?

Your Highness. I was just thinking,

it does sort of fit you.

Are you kidding?

Go away. I can't stand any more.

Thanks.

Thanks very much...

...Your Highness.

Your Highness.

Not bad.

That's him.

Are you the kid Miss Lyons

wants to get a job as busboy?

- Yeah.

- Union man?

- Experience?

- Mindy's, Joe's Green Room, and 44 Club.

You look kind of shmeary to me,

but I owe that dame a little favor...

...on account of she loaned me money

for my upper plate.

Fifteen bucks a week. Hours, 6 to 3.

The usual percent of tips.

- Deal?

- Sure.

- Report tomorrow, 9.

- Thanks, and will you?

Will you tell Her Highness

I'm very much obliged?

- Her Highness?

- Her Highness?

Hey, Ruby.

Move your big fat feet.

Coming, Your Highness.

These are very choice.

Better Times blooms.

- Five dollars the doz.

- They're lovely.

Okay, wrap them up.

- How many doz, please?

- One.

"To the loveliest girl in the world."

Oh, shut up, Nicely.

Aren't you gonna sign it?

Oh, no. She'd think I was silly

sending her flowers.

I'll vote for that.

For that five bucks, we could get

a beefsteak thicker than your head.

Pinks, what goes on with you?

Does it make sense...

...having high blood pressure

for a dame you can't get near...

...with less than a million?

- I know that, Violette.

- What are you sending her flowers for?

- She's been awful nice to me.

- She got me the job, didn't she?

- Is that your only reason?

Sure, what do you think?

- Nothing.

- Come on, let's go eat.

Can't you even be

a little romantic?

I am romantic,

but I'm still hungry.

There's no name on it.

It just says,

"To the loveliest girl in the world."

Dear Decatur.

Oh, come in.

- We had a nice walk.

- Hello, Baby, darling.

Thanks. Don't forget to wash

my car before you go home.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Ables might not like

all this attention.

Effective immediately,

I'm giving him back to the Mohawks.

- Meaning?

- Meaning Decatur Reed.

I'll soften up

and let him take me out tonight.

I've developed a matrimonial glint

in his eyes.

Why, he's just a kid.

You don't love him, honey.

He's got a million bucks,

and don't give me that love hooey again.

Love is something that gives you

one room, two chins and three kids.

- There's more to it than that.

- You ought to know...

...with that good-for-nothing husband

you've been supporting for five years.

But the way I feel, you can't buy it

at a jewelry store. I'm happy.

Take it from an expert,

a girl's best friend is a dollar.

I just hope you won't ever

trip over those words, honey.

Don't worry.

- Hello, Gloria.

- Hello, Decatur.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Your flowers were lovely, darling.

What flowers?

Don't kid with me, baby.

I got instincts about guys like you.

Why don't we go somewhere

and talk about your instincts?

A point I was just about to make.

I hope I'm intruding.

Wait outside for me, Decatur.

Okay.

Where do you think you're going?

I suppose you think

this gives you a mortgage on me.

First and second.

Well, I'm closing my account.

I'm thinking of doing business

with another bank.

Your Highness. Your Highness.

What happened, Case?

She was drunk. She fell.

What do you know?

And get me 15 eyewitnesses

to prove it.

Has she got any family?

Only a Pekingese called Baby.

- Can't we do something, doc?

- She's a sick girl.

- Oh, we'll stand by.

- It'll be a long stand.

Very long stand.

Don't it beat providence how that gal

got caught up with so quick?

Shut up, Ruby.

She's gonna pull through.

If the rocks hold out.

I think we better start

with the littlest one first.

- Did you get it?

- Just made it, $600...

...but I had to squeeze good.

Thanks, Ruby.

- Anything left?

- Nary a thing, except her ermine coat.

It'll have to go, Ruby.

Oh, no, Mr. Pinks. That would kill her.

She just loves to look at it.

Well, what are we gonna do?

Charity ward, Mr. Pinks.

That's the only answer.

That'll really kill her.

I hate to have to do this,

but I gotta resign.

- I got a family to keep and groceries.

- Oh, you've been wonderful, Ruby.

You stuck by

when everybody else walked out.

Well, you're still sticking.

You ought to think of yourself a little.

I gotta get this straightened out first.

- Well, goodbye, Mr. Pinks.

- Goodbye, Ruby.

- I tried to get to him. He wouldn't see me.

- We gotta do something. Can't we sue him?

We haven't any case.

The way Ables has this rigged up,

they'd laugh her out of court.

It ain't right. He's responsible.

He ought to be made to pay.

Relax, Pinks.

You're knocking yourself out.

First hungry germ comes along,

you'll be getting your mail in a sanitarium.

- Why do you do it?

- Do what?

All these flowers every other day or so.

"Love, Decatur Reed."

"We miss you here. Mindy."

"Waiting to star you in my new show.

Dwight Gordon."

It's wonderful that people

don't forget her.

It's even more wonderful

everybody has the same handwriting.

You can't do it, Pinks.

It's too much of a load.

You've got to have help.

Maybe I could get her

in the Equity Home at Lake Placid.

No, she'll die, I tell you.

She won't take charity. She won't take it.

- She takes yours.

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