Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #2

- Four!

To think of four horrible chorus girls

running around...

with the honorable name of Prentiss!

We must keep the name going.

And to think that I had to settle $100,000

on each one of them!

Now what's a paltry $400,000

between friends?

Oh!

Do you know the interest on that at 4.5%...

you bad, wicked boy? Do you?

No, of course, you don't.

Well, I'll show you!

$400,000...

- 4.5%.

- Mother!

Don't bother Mother, darling,

while she's figuring interest.

Mother, I want some decent clothes.

- You want what?

- Some decent clothes.

Well, look at me. Is it any wonder that

nobody ever talks to me or notices me?

Well, who do you want to notice you?

Men and boys. I want to have some fun.

- She's right, Mother.

- Humbolt, you've done enough damage.

Ann, I can't imagine you even thinking

of other men when you're engaged.

Engaged to T. Mosley Thorpe,

the most eligible bachelor in America.

Eligible for what?

Oh, my dear child, you must be crazy.

Why, he has $5 million more than we have.

I'll give you my interest in him

for 10 cents.

That will do, Ann.

Come on, Ma. Break down

and buy her some snappy clothes.

Please, Mother.

Go to bed, both of you,

and stop bothering me.

I'd give a $100

if you children would behave.

- $100?

- Well, $35.

How do you do, Westbrook?

- How do you do, McManus?

- And how is Mr. Thorpe?

- Mr. Thorpe was never better.

- I certainly am delighted to hear that.

- Boy, get Mr. Thorpe's luggage.

- Yes, sir.

Welcome to the hotel, Mr. Thorpe.

Westbrook, where is Mr. Thorpe?

I say, Mr. Thorpe is not in the car.

- Where is he?

- That's what I'm asking you, Westbrook.

He must have missed me.

Oh, here's Mr. Thorpe now.

How do you do, sir?

Say, what happened to me?

You must have got out

when we stopped to get gas, sir.

You never stop the car while I'm in it.

- Let that be a lesson to you.

- Yes, sir.

- Did I discharge you last night?

- Not to my recollection, sir.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello.

Oh, you bad boy.

How do you do, Mr. Thorpe?

- How do you do?

- Your rooms are all ready for you, sir.

That's fine. And my boxes, did they arrive?

- We put them in your room, sir.

- Oh, and I want a stenographer.

I'm writing a monograph on snuff boxes.

Very important dictation.

I'll send one up

in just a few minutes, Mr. Thorpe.

Yes, a stenographer

and a cheese sandwich on rye.

If you will kindly follow me, sir.

What'll it be, sir?

- I'll have a room and a bath.

- This is the cigar counter, sir.

I'm sorry.

That's all right, miss. Don't apologize.

Anyone's liable to make a mistake.

- Mr. Thorpe, the elevators are this way.

- What are they doing over there?

This way, Mr. Thorpe.

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