Hot Saturday

You know, I think I'll

phone next time. Phone?

Well, you seemed pretty

patient with Mr. Smith.

Did you ever talk

to Mr. Smith?

(CHUCKLING) No. I imagine it

must be quite an experience.

It is.

You know, I like your hair done

that way. It's very becoming.

Did you have any

business to transact?

Come to think of it, I did.

Look, I want this check deposited.

$30,000.

Checking or savings?

Checking, by all means.

Third window down.

Mr. Billings.

Look, Miss Brock, don't you think you

could take personal charge of my account?

Why?

Well, I'd have an excuse to

become better acquainted with you.

Second, I've already

mentioned your hair.

Third, you have

blue eyes.

Fourth...

Is this an inventory?

(CHUCKLING) Now, look, I'm

serious. Let me go on, won't you?

I'm more interesting

when I'm serious.

You're considered much too

dangerous for local consumption.

I see. Ruled out, eh?

Uh-huh.

Well, well, Conny Billop

seems more fortunate.

Oh, I imagine he'd change

places with you most anytime.

Incidentally, it looks as

though there's a man wanted.

I know, I know.

She's glaring in here

and thumping her compact on

top of the car door, isn't she?

(LAUGHS) Yes.

You know, the enamel's

getting all worn off there.

I guess I'll have to go and

see what I can do about it.

Say, what's the matter?

Does everyone in this town

have high blood pressure?

(LAUGHS)

Oh!

Well, how was she today?

Purely business, my dear.

Oh, yes? Selling short

or bulling the market?

I suggest we stop talking

about Wall Street, huh?

If you think you can

park me out here

while you go in there and flirt

with some dizzy little bank clerk,

you're crazy!

All right, I'm crazy.

Oh!

ROMER:
Did she catch

the train all right?

FRANK:
Yes, sir.

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