At Long Last Love Page #2

I don't know.

I don't know.

This says

we are being thrown out,

so somethin' is wrong.

When, pray, should one rise?

At sunset or at sunrise?

Well, when you figure it out,

call me, huh?

Which should be the upper;

My breakfast or my supper?

Which is the right life?

Which-

Beth!

What time is it, Rodney?

6:
00, sir.

6300?

Hmm.

I'm sick of 6:
00.

Sir?

Why isn't it 7:
00

or even 8:
00?

Well, it was just 5:00

recently, sir,

and 6:
00 does precede 7:00

and 8:
00.

I'm sure there's a logic

to that somewhere,

but it's just too tiring

to think about.

Yes, sir.

After hunting all over

for pleasure

With some measure

of success

Are you singing to me, sir? No.

I was just singing to myself.

Yes, sir. Go right ahead, sir.

I've decided the pace

known as rapid

Leads to vapid

nothingness

And Fm;

Tired of betting, tired of sporting,

tired of flirting, tired of courting

Tired of racing, tired of

yachting, tired of loafing

Tired of rotting

Tired of dining, tired of wining

Tired of tea-ing

Tired of being tired

fired, '(wed

Oh

Won't somebody care

For a poor young millionaire?

Mr. Pritchard.

Don't stop, Rod.

I just need a little air.

Sir, wouldn't the window suffice?

Please don't slow down.

If you knew what blues meant,

you'd find me amusement.

Well, I've tried.

I've tried.

Step on it, Rod.

God knows I've tried.

I've had every thrill

From a Rolls-Royce

to a Ford

And there's no concealing

the fact I'm feeling

Bored, bored

Bored

Haven't seen you in a long time.

Such a child.

What a lovely little tie.

Is it a boy or girl?

A girl? You should dress

her differently. Harold.

Yeah. Such a doll.

Look at her eyes.

Yeah, a little doll.

Harold.

Give me the children.

Harold! Oh.

Oh, Harold, turn that off.

Oh, would that I could, ma'am.

Oh, it's the sun.

The sun it is.

Give me the sun, Mother.

Aren't we looking pretty today?

Thank you.

I need a refill and a cab.

Ah, some refreshment

and a conveyance. Yes.

You're in my way.

You wanna get killed?

Ooh, there's one. Taxi.

You're sure you wouldn't like

to get back in now, sir?

Oh, I think I look

rather striking out here.

What?

Striking.

Yes, I know, but-What? Uh-oh.

Taxi!

Gracious, you're heavy.

I'm awfully sorry.

What the hell were you doing,

anyway, hanging onto that taxi?

Are you all right, Miss O'Kelly?

Oh, it sobered me up anyhow.

Mr. Pritchard, are you hurt?

No. I landed on something soft.

Hmm. I like you. Thank you. Would

you like to have a drink on that?

Sir, I'm afraid the car isn't so fit.

Oh, really?

What's the matter?

I don't smoke.

She doesn't smoke.

She doesn't smoke.

I knew that.

Now, who's this?

Rodney James.

He used to drive for me.

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