At Long Last Love Page #3

Very funny.

Hello, Rodney.

A pleasure.

He's very formal.

Yes. He tries to compensate for me.

What's your name?

Kitty O'Kelly.

I don't believe that.

Well, I know what you mean.

But the real one's

Kathy Krumm with a "K."

How would that look in lights?

Crummy with a.

What would you be doing

in lights anyway?

I'm a singer.

Oh.

What do you do?

Nothing. I'm an heir.

What?

Well, that's not a taxi.

Nope.

That's your car.

Yep.

Look what I did to it. That's all right.

I got a couple of others.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

What kind? Just like this one.

I can't tell 'em apart.

I like you more and more.

Thank you.

Is that why you call this one

MOP III?

No, actually, that's me.

You're the third MOP?

Yeah.

You ever get bored?

Never.

Rodney.

Sir!

Call a cab.

Excuse us.

Excuse us.

Hurry up! It's starting.

I hope we miss it.

Oh, will you stop badgering me?

I'm not badgering you.

We're lost.

I'm making sense.

Oh, where do we Beth, bet?

What'd you have in mind, honey?

"Beth, bet"? What?

Beat it, Morris.

You ain't cute.

Oh, yeah? Well, dames don't belong

down here no way. Come, snooks.

Aw, go suck an egg.

I can't see a thing.

I wish you'd wear your glasses.

Where are we going?

Straight ahead.

Oh!

Bettin' our last $300 is no way to

make ends meet. I always win at games.

They probably won't take our bet anyway.

They'd better.

They don't know us. Unless you'd

rather sleep in the park tonight.

They have to know you.

That's ridiculous.

The horses are approaching the gate.

Stand here.

Is this the line?

You don't know nothin' about betting

or racing-Oh, stop crabbing!

Crab, crab, crab.

I'm not crabbing.

Tell them to hurry up.

I'm not crabbing.

Tell them to hurry up.

No.

Hmm!

Yes?

Yes.

I'm in an awful hurry.

May I get ahead of you?

For you, anything.

Thank you.

Except this.

Except what?

Yes? I'm betting

also on this race.

I don't like to miss my chance.

I have lucky feeling today.

You're Italian. Mmm.

Venetian.

Every Italian I've ever met is rude,

inconsiderate and selfish. Brooke.

Perhaps because they are not

used to women who are spoiled.

Yeah, in Italy, we don't have.

Elizabeth, call the police.

They don't come around where there's

betting, honey. It ain't legal.

Hey, Spanish. They're

at the gate. What'll it be?

1,000. Ladies' Day to win.

I hope you lose.

Spanish. 1,000.

Grazie. Ciao.

The flag is up.

What did he say?

What are you giris doing here?

We were drawn by your magnetism.

Uh-huh. Now don't be rude

to the man, Elizabeth.

Which one, sir, do you think will win?

I ain't a seer, lady.

What? He says he ain't a seer.

And he certainly ain't no "sir."

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