Born Yesterday Page #2

Put it back!

Do what I'm tellin' you!

What'll you take to cut his throat,

barber?

Harry, don't get so upset...

Don't tell me what to do.

You don't have to be so formal

around me, Harry!

- Relax, be yourself.

- Excuse me.

Uncle Harry, we gotta be

at the Duffees' at seven o'clock.

Is that Alex Duffee,

the Secretary of the Navy?

- JJ, would you get my briefcase?

- Sure, Ed.

Sorry about the blow-up.

Short fuse.

But I like talking to you.

You make me laugh.

Finally, a purpose in life.

- How about you working for me?

- Harry, I don't think...

Did I ask you?

- Let the man answer.

- What would I do?

What do you care?

We'll find something for you.

I don't think so, Mr Brock.

Thanks for the offer.

- See you around, pal.

- Sure.

Not a bad guy for an egghead.

Send him a gift, a pen or something.

You pissed at me?

No.

You don't look right.

Want an aspirin?

No, Harry, I'm fine.

Considering I've been dead for 12 years,

I feel great.

Now with your abdominals

contracted, buttocks tight,

you're going to be lifting the leg,

starting with the contraction.

Here you go. And... contract.

And lift it. CP, OK?

CL, contract and lift.

Contract and lift...

Hey!

- Tomorrow, we meet the lobbyists.

- I want congressmen... Billie!

What?

Hurry up. We're going down.

Meet you in the car.

JJ'll wait.

I can't just phone Congress...

I leveraged my ass

to build Brock Village.

If that base closes, I'm looking at

four million square feet of squat

and I'm signing Chapter Eleven papers.

Relax. That's the beauty of putting

the companies in Billie's name.

They can't be taken to settle any debts.

Technically, they're not your companies.

If I lose Brock Village, what's to say

I can't lose everything else?

This is your fault! I want names.

- Tomorrow, I've got lunch scheduled...

- Tonight, tonight!

Tonight, you'll see Senator Hedges,

head of Appropriations.

He's behind in his fundraising

and his race is very tight.

- That's what I wanna hear.

- But Harry...!

He's not a construction foreman.

The machinations required...

Don't Harvard talk me. I didn't make

my money by being an idiot.

Where the hell's Billie?

Calm yourself, I'm here.

- Does she look OK to you?

- What's the matter with how I look?

- That's what I wanna know.

- What do you know?

You open beer cans with your teeth!

- You look beautiful, Billie.

- Thank you, Ed.

Are you sure?

I don't wanna start off on no left foot.

- I'm sure, I'm sure.

- That's OK. That's beautiful!

JJ, you stay here.

- Good evening, Alex!

- Hi, Ed. How are you?

- May I introduce my friend...

- Harry Brock, nice to meet you.

And Miss Billie Dawn.

What a beautiful name!

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