Gold Diggers of 1937 Page #2

Well, it's stuck or locked or something.

Say, can I help?

Oh, thank you.

That's the kind of work I do.

Say, I'm afraid it is locked.

Oh, dear.

We were on our way to the diner.

I don't want you to think

I'm fresh or anything...

...but if you'll sit down

and wait till I'm hungry...

...I'll break that door down

and go in with you.

Well, I hardly think I should.

There's no sense in your going back

when you come this far.

- Sit down, I'll tell you my story.

- Well, I might if it isn't too long.

Come here.

I hope y'all forgive me.

But sitting here with a strange gentleman

makes me feel terribly embarrassed.

At home on the plantation...

...my daddy wouldn't think

of letting me talk to a strange northerner.

Northerner?

Honey,

didn't you know I was from the South?

Why, that makes a big difference.

Oh, sure enough, honey.

What are we waiting for?

Come on, let's play.

I won't tell your pappy.

Well, if you ask me, I don't see why

J.J. Wanted us to come down here...

...and catch a turkey

like that Jolly Maids.

We've got shows of our own just as bad.

Well, I'm going in and get some dinner.

You coming?

Oh, dear, stupid of me, isn't it?

Not at all. I'm afraid it's me.

I'm looking for the diner.

Is it down this way?

No, no, this is the last car,

so it must be up the other way...

...unless we've lost it.

Oh, goodness.

I'm afraid I'll never be able to find it.

Well, may I show you?

Oh, would you? Thank you so much.

And your friend?

Oh, me? Oh, I'm not hungry.

Oh!

Oh, was this your paper?

Well, it was.

I'm so sorry. I didn't see you under it.

Well, weren't the feet hanging out?

Oh, yes. I'm a little shortsighted.

Oh, is that so? That's too bad.

I had trouble with my eyes

about 10 years ago.

Really? When you were just a boy.

Well, not exactly a boy.

You will forgive me for disturbing you,

won't you?

Why, of course.

And you will go right on with your nap just

as if nothing ever happened, won't you?

Well, as a matter of fact,

I don't feel like napping just now, Miss...

Larkin. Genevieve Larkin.

Isn't that a terrible name?

I always wanted to be called

something like Jewela or Carmen...

...or something sweet like that.

But Mother thought that...

Poor Mother.

She thought

Genevieve would protect me better.

Poor, dear Mother,

she was always worrying about me.

And she's gone?

Yes. And father too.

There, there.

You mustn't dwell on such things.

Oh, I can't help it.

It just seems sometimes that life's empty.

Well, you must get new interests,

new friends.

I've tried, I've tried.

Well, perhaps I could help you.

Oh, could you?

Could you with psychology

or something like that?

Well, not exactly that.

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