Happy Birthday, Wanda June Page #2

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PENELOPE:

(knowing better)

That's an interesting piece of news.

PAUL:

You're the only woman he ever took

out.

PENELOPE:

Not true.

PAUL:

Still lives with his mother.

PENELOPE:

You know she has no feet! You want

him to abandon his mother, who has

no husband, who has no money of her

own, who has no feet?

PAUL:

How did she lose her feet?

PENELOPE:

In a railroad accident many years ago.

PAUL:

I was afraid to ask.

PENELOPE:

Norbert was just beginning practice.

A real man would have sold her to a

catfood company, I suppose. As far

as that goes, J. Edgar Hoover still

lives with his mother.

PAUL:

I didn't know that.

PENELOPE:

A lot of people don't.

PAUL:

J. Edgar Hoover plays sports.

PENELOPE:

I don't really know.

PAUL:

To only exercise Dr. Woodly ever

gets is playing the violin and

making that stupid peace sign.

(makes the peace sign

and says the word effeminately)

Peace. Peace. Peace, everybody.

Lion doorbell roars.

PENELOPE:

(cringing)

I hate that thing.

PAUL:

It's beautiful.

He goes to door, admits WOODLY, whom he loathes openly.

WOODLY:

(wearing street

clothes, carrying a

rolled-up poster

under his arm)

Peace, everybody--Paul, Penelope.

PAUL:

You're taking Mom out tonight?

WOODLY:

(to PENELOPE)

You're going out?

PENELOPE:

Herb Shuttle is taking me to a fight.

WOODLY:

Take plenty of cigars.

PENELOPE:

(an apology, secret

from PAUL)

We made the date three months ago.

WOODLY:

I must take you to an emergency

ward sometime--on a Saturday night.

That's also fun. I came to see

Selma, as a matter of fact.

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