Christmas in July Page #3

- Maybe I am.

But if I am I'm glad of it.

You know how we feel about each other.

Nix.

- It's true, isn't it?

You can't say I'm being forward.

- Not much.

I'm not. Time is slipping by

and we're not getting any younger.

Nix.

Two can live as cheaply as one.

Who wants to live cheaply?

Cut it out, will you?

What would you do if you won the $25,000?

Stick it in the bank.

Wouldn't you even buy a little ring

or something?

I don't like rings on a man.

- Oh, you.

What's the use of talking about it?

You know I'd spend it on you and mum.

I'd get you a new shiny car

and a swell apartment.

Maybe one of those little dream houses

in the suburbs, some hired help.

Maybe a trip to Europe. Maybe the Grand

Canyon would be better nowadays.

We'd be happy all right.

- We could be happy anyway.

Everything that means happiness

costs money.

How much was your dad making

when he married your mom?

18 bucks a week.

- Well?

You think that proves something?

She's never been to the country

for more than a day.

Never had any nice furniture.

The dream of her life is a Davenport that

turns into a double bed at night-time.

She's never had a nice dress

except those she made herself.

I wore the old man's stuff cut down

until I got my first job...

...and he was worn out at 48 and croaked

because he couldn't afford a doctor.

Where do you get that $18 a week stuff?

I earn $18 and you earn $22 and that's $40.

Sure and you've got your ma

and I've got mine.

You get a kid and you have to stop work

and we're right back at the $22 again.

Except then there's you and the kid

and the two old ladies and me.

But Jimmy...

- Nix, honey.

They didn't give you

wrists and hands like that...

...to spoil in a washtub

for a poor sap like me.

But Jimmy...

- You gotta look out for yourself.

You gotta see the main chance and grab it,

the chance of plenty of money.

Men look out for themselves.

They think about nothing but money.

A girl's got to do the same instead of

fooling away her time on a guy like me.

Unless he crashes through.

- You make me tired.

Then go to bed.

- That's a nice thing to say.

Invite a girl over and yell at her.

If I wanted to be insulted, I could have gone

out with the credit manager.

Who's stopping you?

- Thank you, Mr. MacDonald.

It's nice to know where you stand.

- I'm sorry.

Maybe I will go out with the credit manager.

Good night.

Wait and I'll help you.

- I don't need any help.

(Cat screeches)

Here.

Kindly let go of my arm.

- Why don't you watch your step?

Why don't you mind your own business?

- Oh, shut up.

Why don't you shut up?

- Why don't you both shut up?

See?

They got up there a horse yet?

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