For Me and My Gal Page #2

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- Hope so.

- Danny!

- Jo.

I'm glad to see you.

How'd you get out of school?

I told the dean you were playing.

He let me cut classes.

Well, that's wonderful! I'm sorry.

Jimmy, this is my brother, Danny.

- How do you do?

- Oh, glad to see you.

And I'm sure glad you're her brother.

Well, I'll see you later.

- Oh, don't go.

- Oh, no. You two go on.

Have a good talk. I'll see you in a while.

It's awfully nice to know you, Danny.

- He's a nice guy.

- He's the nicest fella you'll meet.

Come on. Sit down.

Now, tell me something.

- Same old thing.

- You beginning to feel like a doctor?

Well, I can spell "stethoscope. "

Well, stand up. Well, stand up.

Come on.

Oh, boy! You're gonna be

a tall doctor.

Tell me, when do you

have to go back to school?

Jo...

I'm not going back.

- What?

- I'm not going back.

Why? What's the matter?

Did something happen at school?

- Oh, no, no. Nothing like that.

- Well, then what is it?

Well, it just doesn't make sense.

I sit in a nice, warm dormitory,

and you wear yourself out...

...in a lot of Clifton Junctions.

- What kind of talk is that?

- I just saw your act.

- What's the matter with our act?

Oh, nothing. Nothing's the matter with it.

You're great.

It just seems to me

the act isn't getting anywhere.

- If you didn't have me around your neck...

- Listen to me.

You ought to be ashamed,

talking to me like that.

Didn't we make a deal once?

Well, didn't we?

You go through medical school

and pay me back with interest.

This is a fine time to quit.

Your last year. You're doing great.

- I'm not gonna let you quit.

- But, Jo...

What do you want to be?

A no-good tramp or something?

Danny.

You're not working any hardship on me.

Don't you see, honey?

I love it. I'd be doing it anyway.

And you're gonna stay in medical school.

I gotta make sure somebody in this family

is a success.

All aboard!

- So long.

- Don't forget to send that picture.

- Yeah.

- All aboard!

- I better be going.

- Bye.

Goodbye.

We're gonna be all right, you and I.

Goodbye. Goodbye, honey.

- See you at the Palace, kid.

- All right, doctor. It's a date.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

Hiya, Springtime. Going my way?

Say, you know it's not safe

for a pretty girl to be walking around...

...by herself.

Oh, why don't you come off it?

You know you're gonna wind up

calling me pet names.

Well, of all the...

Tempo, Springtime!

Tempo, tempo!

I didn't like you at 7:00 this morning

and I don't like you now.

If you keep playing your cards right,

I'm gonna hate you.

So why don't you just evaporate,

fade away, dissolve?!

I want to talk to you about business.

- Write me a letter.

- It's too important.

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