Easy to Love

Not with me.

Tonight I have a date with Hank.

I'm going into town.

I'm gonna have dinner and dance.

Really?

- This is Mr. Barnes.

- How do you do?

- I'm entitled to a little relaxation.

Well, of course.

- Mr. Barnes is here to do a travelogue.

- Tonight, I'm gonna enjoy myself.

For one heavenly, brief moment,

I'm gonna enjoy myself.

Well, bless your heart.

And I want you to.

Mr. Barnes flew five hours today

just to get here.

I've been walking on the water

for six hours.

Well, that's that.

We'll have to get somebody else, I guess.

It's too bad.

Mr. Barnes wanted you especially.

- He can't see anybody else.

- Too bad. Sorry.

But you go ahead and enjoy yourself

with Hank. With Hank?

- Yes.

- Well, have fun.

- But I wanted to photograph her.

- You will, you will.

Gee, baby doll,

you really hurt him pretty bad.

Hurt him? Oh, if I only could.

If I could squeeze one human feeling

out of that man.

- I'd give anything.

- Take it easy. Calm down.

Why did I ever learn to swim?

Julie, come on.

- What?

Come on, let's go make pretty faces

at the tourists, huh?

Oh, all right.

What a way to make a living.

Oh, that man.

Imagine that penny-pinching slave driver

asking me to swim at 8:00 at night.

- Oh, and a travelogue.

- Oh, save your breath, sugar.

I happened to overhear it.

You know my ears, like radar.

Anything for a buck.

Oh, if I could only get my-

- Hello.

- How do?

Hey, hey. You look mighty pretty.

Hold it, please.

How about a date?

Boy, I'll take the one in blue.

He keeps me in the water

18 hours a day as it is.

What does he think I am, a fish?

If you are,

you're the strangest one I ever saw.

A fish who'd like to be hooked

by that penny-pinching slave driver.

Excuse us, girls.

Can we make your picture?

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