Body and Soul Page #2

What about this Miss This and Miss That?

There's an agency which arranges these little jobs for me.

I get 25 dollars, and the crowd gets to whistle.

- What's with that accent?

- What accent?

The way you say "crowd", and "whistle"...

- Why, I talk that way.

- Why?

- Well, because...because I learned it that way.

- Where?

Oh...in Paris, Berlin, London, Montreal...

And you paint too?

- Well, paint me.

- Sure.

- Did your friend leave?

- ...Oh.

That character's still there...

Pull the shade up.

- What?

- That'll send him away.

Okay...

Should I take my coat off?

It makes no difference.

How's this?

Are you going to be professional prizefighter?

Or are you going to run for President?

I just want to be a success.

- You mean you want other people to think you're a success?

- Sure...sure.

Every man for himself.

- Ouch!

- It's time to go home now.

Good night...

- Can I see you again sometime?

- What for?

Just to see you...anything.

- Try sometime.

- Will you?

Try.

I don't get it, Peg.

Why should you want to see me?

Why do you want to see me?

Because you're beautiful and you're level...and you're different.

Oh Charlie, you're so innocent.

You know, when I went to school, I learned a poem.

It went:

"Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forest of the night,

"What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"

What's "symmetry"?

Well built.

After I showed him how to knock this guy out, we get this big feed, see?

- Yeah?

- And they bring this quail out.

- Yeah?

And then what happened, then what happened?

- Come on, come on!

- Finish the story!

- Well, She and Charlie begin to dance...

- Yeah?

And before you know it...Come here...

- She's inviting him up to her apartment.

- No kidding.

Charlie, perfect man of the world,

gives me the sign, see, and me...I blow.

Fellas...just like that...

- Charlie, very nonchalant...

- Hello, Charlie!

Well? Well?

What happened?

She draws pictures.

You mean she was drawing your picture?

Yeah! She's got a big room with big paintings and statues and all that kind of stuff. I'm going to see her again.

- She give you a diploma?

- Wise guy!

Let me see that.

- Look, she drew his picture!

- Hey, look! Fur!

- Doesn't look like you.

All right, all right...

- What are you getting sore about?

- I'm not sore...who's sore?

Hiya, Mr. Quinn!

He was at the fights.

- No kidding!

- Yeah! I saw him.

- You mean when I knocked that guy out?

- He was sitting right at the ringside.

- Gee.

- Come on!

- What for?

- Come on, don't be a dope! Hit him while you're hot!

- Okay.

I win.

Very strong! You see that, Charlie?

Like the fights tonight, Mr. Quinn?

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