A Double Life Page #3

darling.

Well, I guess

not many women would

climb all the way

up here to see you.

You think not, eh?

Ha ha.

You'd be surprised.

Oh, look.

Oh, lovely.

Beautiful.

Honest, it's like

they were married.

It's like

they were engaged,

which is better

than married.

Tony, look that over

tonight, will you?

Try. I've got to go up

to Gilbert's for a while.

And talk to Brita about it.

Aw, sure.

See you.

Good night.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Talk to Brita about what?

Othello.

Oh, dear.

Is that on again?

Well, just thinking.

What about a holiday, Tony?

I'll take one before I do this,

if I do it at all.

Oh, sure,

I know those holidays.

I've shared them with you.

You keep remembering

the rehearsal date,

rushing up to meet you.

You think about your part.

You worry.

You wake up

and pace the floor all night,

and you go silent for

long stretches all day.

And those

disappearances of yours.

It's a living nightmare,

not a holiday.

That's right,

that's right.

But then what?

It's not worth it, Tony.

This past year,

it's been fun, you know?

There have been times

when I almost thought

we'd make it together

again if we tried.

Yeah?

I know if we ever got mixed up

in an Othello kind of thing

it would be the end.

Oh, but why, baby?

You know why?

Because you won't learn

to leave it at midnight.

I used to and never got past

playing bits in stock,

and you're the one

that did that to me.

Let's not forget that.

Did what?

Inspired me,

or whatever you call it.

Oh, we'll talk about it

some other time.

You're tired now.

Come along.

Let's go to the party

and have a good, gay time,

tell yokes to all

the private peoples.

Yokes.

Jokes. And have

a gorgeous supper.

How about that?

Are you ready?

Ah, just about.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Bill is coming, too.

I said we'd give him a lift.

Fine.

Look, darling, um...

Yes?

Would you mind

going ahead with Bill

and let me come later?

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

I'd like to prowl around a bit

and think this thing over.

Tony.

Run along, darling,

will you?

I'll come by later.

Yes. Good night, Tony.

Uh, good-bye, dear,

And give my love to society.

Matinee tomorrow, sir.

We're almost out of gargle.

I'll get some.

Fine.

Same kind all right?

Yeah. Delicious.

Good night,

Mr. John.

Good night.

Oh, beware, my lord,

of jealousy.

It is the green-eyed monster.

All my fond love

thus do I blow to heaven.

'Tis gone.

Arise, black vengeance!

Haply, for I am black...

And have not those soft

parts of conversation

that chamberers have.

[speaking italian]

How's the chicken

Cacciatore?

It's your stomach.

Coffee?

Coffee.

You all right?

Fine.

If you

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