Double Dynamite Page #2

Mibs, do you think I enjoy

handing out money to other people...

...and then spending all afternoon adding up

how much I handed out all morning?

I hate banking. I hate figures.

I hate addition and subtraction.

And I hate being an old maid.

Oh, baby.

I wish we could get married today...

...but without that raise, it...

Well, look, our combined

gross annual income is $4212.25.

Before taxes.

You have it all figured out to the penny,

haven't you?

You've got your whole life planned

like a bank statement.

My father got married

when he was only making $ 18 a week.

And steak was 9 cents a pound.

No, baby, it won't work.

It's too much of a gamble.

Well, what's wrong with gambling?

That kind?

What's wrong with taking a chance

and getting married...

...just because you love somebody

so much...?

What would we use for money?

You'll get lucky, Johnny.

Look at my uncle Julius.

He got married a pauper. Overnight,

he made a fortune in the lumber business.

- Overnight?

- They discovered trees on his property.

Emil, they want you in the kitchen.

Somebody must want you.

If you were half the man she thinks you are,

you'd marry this lovely girl right now.

Even if you had to live in a tree.

Remember, Johnny, a man in love

is never afraid to take the long chance.

The trouble with you

is you don't really love Mildred at all.

Maybe that is it.

Would a man who loved you

eat like that at a time like this?

No.

- I'm hungry. Is that such a crime?

A man who loved you,

like Sam Schlemmer...

...would rob for you, steal for you,

murder for you.

- Live in a tree for me.

- Exactly. But not Johnny. Oh, no.

What he's really thinking is,

"I've led this girl along for three years...

...and now that she's thinking of marriage,

how can I start a quarrel and get rid of her?"

- Now, just a minute.

- You're right, Emil. You're absolutely right.

If you listen to him,

you can't care for me.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Well, maybe I don't care.

Maybe Emil's opened my eyes

to something.

You and your combined

gross annual income.

I hate adding and subtracting too.

And I think that maybe you and I

just don't add up.

- Are you satisfied now?

- No, she didn't leave me a tip.

Well, aren't you gonna run after her

and beg her forgiveness?

- That was the whole idea.

- Peachy idea.

Maybe I don't wanna run after her,

because maybe I'm right.

She'll see it my way and realize

that I was only thinking of our future.

Alias Sam the Beetle.

Here's for my lunch.

It was good for a change. What was it?

Pickled pigs' feet.

Hey. Hey, what are you doing?

What's the big idea?

Go away, boy, will you?

Wait a minute.

Hey, Lefty,

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