Ziegfeld Girl Page #4

Then you've got to give until it hurts, right?

But don't you have to think

of the people's eardrums?

It's about time for me and you

to do a little arithmetic, I guess.

- How old are you?

- Seventeen, but when we travel by train...

...you try to shade it.

- I know.

- How long have you been in show business?

- Taking time off for school, about 10 years.

- How old am I?

- Forty-two.

It's okay. Nobody's listening.

How old am I?

- Fifty-five.

- How long have I been in show business?

- Fifty-five years.

- Right!

So when I ask you to peddle a song,

peddle it. Like this:

You see how I sock it across?

Now I'm going after them!

You see? I got them right in my pocket.

You see what I mean, honey?

I give all I've got!

But isn't that just a little bit

too much, Pop?

No? Okay. All right. Well, we'll try

it again, and I'll give all I've got.

Good!

- Hello, Sandra.

- Hello, Jerry.

Listen to the kid sling her larynx around.

Susie, you're good!

- Good? You're terrific!

- Oh, thanks.

Gosh, I got a public.

If you'd only seen her sell it,

then you'd really buy it!

Who's selling what?

- I'm in a buying mood.

- Hello, sis.

- Hello.

- Listen. I just discovered Susie can sing.

You gotta get her to Ziggy. You can do it.

You can do anything.

Oh. Well, I don't know about anything,

but I'll do my best.

My best is pretty good, huh?

Say, where did you people

ever find this joint?

It's cheap and it's near our work.

Say, Sandra, help me pick out

an apartment.

I'd probably wind up with something

pretty awful. Too many ruffles or...

You're worried about ruffles,

what's the matter with Flatbush?

Come on, you two kids, and I'll buy you

a soda. Dutch treat.

Make mine a cone.

- Too many ruffles on a soda.

- Well, we'll be right back.

Well, Geoffrey says that I ought

to be near my work too.

I only met Gil once...

...but I liked him.

Well, what's so smart

about what you're doing?

I'm not trying to be smart.

With every guy sitting up

on his hindlegs and barking...

...you pick out one that sings

for his supper.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

I'm always popping off.

I only meant you're not going to get

anywhere with that tenor.

Why do you think he keeps a wife around?

Because wives are handy.

Oh, it's just that I don't want him

to put anything over on you.

It's easy to handle a man...

...if you're not too much in love with him.

- Oh, love. There's that silly word again.

Gee, Sandra, why can't the men

you want have the things you want?

I beg your pardon, Miss Hale.

Mr. Collis told me to pick you up here.

Oh, all right. Thank you.

See what I mean?

"What little redhead made a world's

record standing broad jump...

...from Flatbush to Park Avenue?"

When she finished, wonder

if she landed on her feet.

That kind of gal always does.

They keep printing that stuff, and a guy's

double life won't be his own anymore.

- Take it down, Buck.

- What for?

- I thought you liked it. This one anyway.

- Take it down, or I'll take you down.

Hey! Why sock a guy who's

only playing around with a picture?

- Anybody else got an eye for pictures?

- I'm an art critic!

- Wait a minute!

- Wait. He started it.

Come on! Break it up here!

What's the matter with you?!

Screwiest way of getting yourself

waked up I ever saw. By a fancy smell.

Not if you've been used

to the 7:
20 garbage wagon. What's new?

Nothing much, except your folks is coming

home from Yellowstone Park next week.

They liked the bears all right,

but they didn't like the geezers.

Geysers.

Say, how do you know? Been working

that Ouija board of yours again?

No. You got a telegram

from your ma this morning.

- And you read it?

- Just casually glanced a little.

Say, why didn't your brother

go along with your folks?

Oh, I don't know.

Jerry's got ideas of his own.

And I don't pry into them.

Well, that trip must have

cost you a wad of money.

Well, what's money for?

Whose money was it?

Yours, honey.

- Hey! Deliveries in the rear.

- I'm not delivering. I'm collecting.

- Gil!

- Yeah.

Imagine seeing me here.

Where did you get that? Walk into a door

someplace else without knocking?

No.

Going-away present from a pal.

- Nice place you've got here.

- Some people might like it.

- Got the address from Jerry.

- Took you long enough to use it.

I thought maybe I might not have to.

How is Jerry?

Jerry's fine.

Those music lessons sure are taking

your place with him.

I guess Jerry and me

is just two of a kind.

The dumb kind.

I got something here to prove it.

A marriage license.

Remember?

Oh, Gil.

I wasn't sure about exactly

how old you are.

I put down "over the age of consent."

Guess you are, all right.

- Are you making a crack?

- lf the shoe fits, put it on.

Well, I'm getting tired

of playing Cinderella.

People who wear glass slippers

shouldn't walk on rocks.

Look, Red.

Suppose I was to tell you

I've developed a blind spot?

Suppose I'm not seeing any of this?

We're not here at all.

We're in Coney Island that first night

we met, you remember?

You remember?

A pretty good moon,

and you let me kiss you...

...after only slapping me twice.

- Three times.

- Okay, three.

And then I tell you you'll do for me.

And you tell me I'll do for you.

- But this isn't Coney Island, Gil.

- Let's make it like it is.

Now is it Coney Island, Red?

It's still Park Avenue, Gil.

Gil, come here.

I want to show you something.

I want to show you why it's Park Avenue.

Why it's different from any place

I've ever been.

Gil...

...did you ever go to a party

when you were a kid...

...and have them run out of ice cream

and cake before they got to you?

Well, that's the way I've felt

all my life, until now.

Look, Gil.

Take a look at all those shoes.

Why, I don't even have to have

the heels fixed anymore.

And here.

Look at all these dresses.

I mean, frocks. They get dirty,

I throw them away.

Gil?

Remember how I saved and scrimped

for that genuine wolf collar.

And then it smelled like

a dog when it got wet?

Well...

...now I can walk on fur if I want to.

But not on me, baby!

I'm no rug. I don't come wrapped up

in no mink coat either.

Gil! Gil!

Annie!

- Annie, did he go?

- Fast, and I hope far.

If that guy's a gent, I'll never get

a seat in the subway. What's the matter?

Do I look like anything's the matter?

You look sunk.

Yeah, he'd like to think I was sunk.

Without a trace.

Well, you better come to the surface.

Mr. Geoff's coming over pretty soon.

- I know.

- And Mr. Geoff likes you full of zip.

Annie?

What goes on with life anyway?

- Why does it get so messed up?

- Life don't. People does.

Neat, but not gaudy.

Now, you know I don't like that stuff.

Tastes like cough syrup.

Old Four Oaks is good for what ails you.

What is it ails me, Annie?

You got two guys and only one address.

It don't work out.

Hi there, Gil.

Oh, hello, Nick. What are you

doing so far away from Brooklyn?

Brooklyn? Where's Brooklyn?

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