Ziegfeld Girl Page #6

Oh, all right.

- Well, how are you, Susie?

- Oh, fine. Fine.

- Can I get you a drink or something?

- No, thanks.

Here, let me.

- There.

- Thanks.

It's all right.

- Sit over here. It's much more comfortable.

- This is all right.

No, this is more comfortable. You'll like

this chair better. Here, sit over here.

- You comfortable?

- Oh, fine, thanks.

That's good.

You know something?

- Sheila's a swell girl.

- Oh, I know.

She's got a heart of gold.

She's awfully good to her mother.

She takes care of her whole family,

you know.

Of course, she's not so good

at taking care of herself. Is she?

Well, isn't she?

I don't know. I mean, I always felt...

...that she kind of needed someone

around to take care of her.

I don't mean just to buy

her pretty things.

I mean to really take care of her.

You know, I've been thinking to myself,

Mr. Collis. You're a nice man.

You're an awfully nice man, probably one

of the nicest men I've ever met.

- It's very rare, isn't it?

- What? Nice men?

Oh, no. I mean for such a nice man

to meet such a nice girl...

...like you and Sheila, I mean.

Oh, oh, I see.

Makes me happy just to know

that it can happen.

It's made me very happy too.

Oh, here.

Thanks.

It will be awfully sad, won't it?

- What?

- I mean, when two such nice people...

...like you and Sheila

just sort of drift apart...

...like people do.

That's life, Susie.

It doesn't have to be. There's a way

to stop from drifting apart.

- What, have they discovered something new?

- Well, no, it's not exactly new.

People have been doing it

for quite some time.

Getting married, I mean.

What's so funny about that?

Pop says there's nothing funny

about marriage.

Just ask the man who owns one.

You're a very sweet child, Susie.

You'll make a wonderful father-in-law.

As a matter of fact, I've examined

my intentions toward Sheila...

...and strangely enough, I find them

to be perfectly honorable.

What do you mean, "strangely enough"?

I mean, strangely enough,

I see her true value too.

I'll be a very lucky man

if she accepts me.

You mean you're proposing? Marriage?

What do you think

about asking her tonight?

Tonight?

Oh, I can't think. I'm so happy!

Do you mind if I say

this is so sudden?

I don't think I'll mind

anything you say, Susie.

Oh, gee.

Give me room. Come on, dice!

There she goes. Come on.

That's it, babies!

Who's the little tomato

with the rebel yell?

Come on, dice.

She's coming out, and it's a six.

It's a cinch.

Whoa, nine, and the lady wins again.

- Luck be a lady. Try it once more?

- No more.

Next lucky shooter. Get them down.

I hope I'm as lucky as you are, lady.

How about trying a little chemin de fer?

Oh, no, not me.

I don't feel like gambling tonight.

Here, Geoff. You go down

and double it for me.

All right.

- When did they put in this flight of stairs?

- Try holding on to the banister, darling.

Oh, now, Geoff.

Sheila, I got something

to ask you tonight...

...something important...

...so don't drink any more, will you?

- All right, I won't.

Promise?

- Cross my heart.

- Thanks.

Double cross it.

- Waiter.

- Yes, madame?

Waiter, the wine list, please.

Yes, madame.

Well, well, and how are you?

- All of a sudden, I got a headache.

- Yeah.

I seen you with him at the crap table.

You're the greatest female crapshooter

I ever saw.

Thanks.

Now that you know just who I am,

who are you?

Jimmy Walters...

...as if you didn't know.

You seen me when I done it.

- Done what?

- Grabbed the title.

Well, what do you know?

I seen you when you done it.

How do you know I did?

Because I spotted you in the second row

at the fight.

Had your headache

with you that night too.

I hope he ain't chronic.

- What will we drink, huh?

- Never touch it, except when I'm on the job.

Soon as I saw you, I said to myself,

"There's a hot-looking little number."

Well, don't let it throw you, champ.

I'm 20 degrees cooler than you think.

One of them refrigerator dames, huh?

That's right. You're not the guy

to defrost me either.

Sorry if that's hitting below the belt, but

that's how you got to be champ, isn't it?

Chin up, you glorified girl.

The stairs are your specialty.

Shoulders relaxed...

...and don't forget to smile.

Okay, Al. See you next week.

I want you to tell the skipper

as soon as he gets to Nassau...

Gil!

Gil.

Hello, Red.

Gil.

Gil!

Gil.

Well, you wouldn't pass up

an old pal, would you?

Boys, Sheila Hale. The Ziegfeld Follies.

- How do you do?

- Hiya.

Hello.

The guy with the cigar is Nick Capalini.

- See you at the boat, Gil.

- Okay, Nick, in a minute.

- Gil...

- I said, a minute.

Isn't that Capalini the gangster?

Well, Nick likes "bootlegger" better.

Nick's sensitive.

- Is that what you are?

- Sensitive? No.

Bootlegger? Yeah.

- Risky, isn't it?

- So is every business that pays off big.

Have you seen the folks, Gil?

How are they?

They're okay. They fixed up the house

till it's the eyesore of Brooklyn.

Every time they get lonesome,

they buy a new piece of furniture.

And Jerry. How's Jerry?

Jerry's fine.

Last time I saw him, he asked me how's

about you and this Geoffrey guy.

Wanted to know what I thought

of long engagements.

What do you think?

I didn't tell him.

Big of you.

You look swell, Gil. In the money.

Oh, I look swell, huh?

Me in Palm Beach, in a 100-buck suit,

and Sheila Hale says I look swell.

And it don't mean a thing.

Look, Gil...

...make out like it isn't Palm Beach.

It's Coney Island, remember?

No.

It's Coney, and there's

a pretty good moon.

And I let you kiss me.

Only this time,

I won't even slap you once.

It's still Palm Beach.

So you want a little of both, huh?

Me and the fur coats.

Well, I could give you the fur coats

on my own now, but I don't want to.

I thought I would, but I don't.

So you've got over me, huh?

Well, I'll believe you

when you kiss me goodbye.

Wouldn't be that it's kind of tough to do,

would it?

That wasn't any goodbye.

Don't you know

when you've been turned down?

I did.

Sheila.

Yes, Geoffrey?

What do you think I did

with your winnings?

Ran them up to 5000.

- Oh, you're sweet, Geoffrey.

- Is that the word for it?

- But you look tired.

- Maybe I'm getting old.

Old wines are best, they say.

That is, them that drinks it say so.

- Only I wouldn't know, would I?

- No, you wouldn't know.

No, don't, Sheila.

Why not?

I get a bang out of you,

and you get a bang out of me.

Sheila...

Geoffrey, you said you had something

to tell me tonight, something important.

I thought it was important,

but it isn't really.

Maybe nothing ever is.

You know what I'd like, on account

of me keeping my promise?

What?

A nice, long drink.

Okay, break it up, break it up.

That's enough.

And remember, we've got

an opening tonight...

...so be back here on time

and all in one piece.

Tonight's the night, your night.

But don't start worrying about it now.

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