Designing Woman Page #2

- Certainly. Why?

I want to remind you, my friend...

...that Mart Daylor knows

some very influentiaI people.

Especially a bevy of thugs...

...who'd like to see you laid out in an alley

with your face bashed in.

Okay, great, I'll take care of it right away.

You liked my copy?

Yes, I told you twice! I liked the copy!

Okay, all right, Ned. Bye-bye.

I was a new man.

My hangover was gone. I felt like singing.

I loved the whole world and all its people.

I would even, I decided, be nice

to that ugly girl who'd been annoying me.

It must have been a different girl.

Well, how would you like some breakfast?

Waiter.

A breakfast menu, please.

I'd like to apologize for the way I acted.

I was a little revved up about something.

There was a story that I was supposed

to send to New York and I was afraid...

It's nothing that would interest you much.

It was a story that-

You mean the "Johnny Strawn,

the Gill-Sized Giant of Golfdom" story?

- How did you know?

- We wrote it together. The two of us.

Where?

In a very small and quite dirty bar and grill

about 40 miles north.

- You wired the story from Santa Barbara.

- Then that's when... That's why-

That's when you gave me $700.

- I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

- What happened after that?

- Nothing.

We drove home and I took you

to your door about 6:00.

- You really don't remember?

- Go on.

Well, nothing.

You shook my hand and told me

if I was ever in New York...

...to look you up and you'd find me a spot

in the sports-writing field.

All right. When can you start?

I really wrote it?

- Including that "Gill-Sized Giant of-"

- Well, actually that phrase was my idea.

- I'm glad.

- I thought it was rather good.

- Where did we meet, anyway?

- Right over there at the bar.

Then I was at Mrs. Herrington's

when you came in with friends.

Yeah, Mrs. Herrington.

- Yes.

- Yeah. Who's Mrs. Herrington?

We began to laugh.

Three hours later, we were still laughing.

- How about dinner?

- I'm afraid not.

I'm on a 6:
00 plane to New York.

Thanks anyway, though.

Here, you earned it.

By helping me write the story.

- Now, let's not play that again.

- No, you saved my job.

Please.

Okay, we'll spend it.

That's the only way to settle things.

Every penny, take a couple of days doing it.

- If that isn't the silliest-

- After all, we worked hard.

- We're entitled to relaxation, both of us.

- I don't need relaxation.

- You work, don't you?

- Of course.

- We'll spend it together, have a reaI ball.

- I couldn't possibly.

Nobody knows how to live anymore.

We're too busy to enjoy ourselves.

You know where you are right now?

- Well, just offhand-

- California, the playground of the West.

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