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It's sincere,

that's what gets my goat.

Gilda.

I'm very fond of you.

Oh, you're fond of me, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

I don't like that.

I know what's the trouble.

I swear I'll break his neck.

Gilda, you're mine.

Tell him to get out of your life

and stay out

or I'll cut him to bits.

Who?

That pal of yours,

Max Plunkett.

Oh.

Well, what's the verdict?

Are you jealous?

No, no, I'm not jealous.

The whole point is I... that I just don't

want any competition.

It belittles me

in my own eyes.

It... it interferes

with my work.

I... I can't paint

when I'm worried.

All right, I'll tell Max.

See that you do,

understand?

Yes, sir.

Gilda.

Now please go.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow my life begins.

Hello, Mr. Plunkett.

Hello.

Oh, Mr. Curtis.

How are you?

I'm well, thank you.

Goodnight, Mr. Plunkett.

Uh, just a minute.

What are you doing here?

At the moment,

I am leaving.

I mean, uh,

you've seen Miss Farrell?

Yes, I have seen Gilda.

Well...

She's expecting you.

She has some news

for you.

Mr. Curtis, I wish to, uh, broach

a rather delicate matter.

It concerns Gilda.

Sit down.

Shoot.

Mr. Curtis,

what is your annual income,

in round figures?

In round figures, zero.

May I ask what you live on?

Nothing.

I survive by miracles.

Mr. Curtis,

I must ask you man-to-man

to discontinue

your attentions to Gilda.

Now you're making

very unbecoming faces, Mr. Plunkett.

She doesn't need you.

Guess again!

Mr. Curtis, there's only one thing

I have to say to you.

Immorality may be fun,

but it isn't fun enough to take

the place of 100 percent virtue

and three square meals

a day.

So, this is the way

you talk to a man

who wears Kaplan

and McGuire unin suits?

Mr. Plunkett, I shall report you

to your clients immediately.

Good night, sir.

Yesterday it was Tom.

Yes.

Today it's George.

Yes.

Okay.

Hoodlums.

Artistic bums. Both of them put together

aren't worth a dime.

Gilda, no one knows

better than you

how unselfish I've been in all matters

pertaining to you.

You've been nice.

I've been marvelous.

No, just nice.

Gilda, I've been your friend

for five years...

And I want you to remain my friend

for the next 50 years,

so please shut up.

Max, have you ever

been in love?

This is no time

to answer that.

Have you ever felt

your brain catch fire

and a curious, dreadful thing go right

through your body,

down, down

to your very toes,

and leave you

with your ears ringing?

That's abnormal.

Well, that's how I felt

just before you came in.

Yes? How'd you

feel yesterday,

after your promenade

with Tom?

Just the opposite.

It started in my toes

and came up, up, up

very slowly

until my brain caught fire.

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