How to Marry a Millionaire Page #2

is simply not as attractive

as one that you meet,

say in the mink department

at Bergdorf's.

But he was cute,

don't you think?

Sure he was, but then I never met one

of those gas pump jockeys that wasn't.

- s that what he is?

- You bet your life.

I know those guys. I married one once.

Very very cute fellow.

- didn't know you were really married.

- Just got back from Reno.

Oh, then you must be loaded.

Mine was one of those divorces you don't

read about. The wife finished second.

But that's against the law, isn't it?

I was absolutely nuts about that guy,

and you know what he did to me?

First off, he gives me

a phony name.

Second, it turns out

he was already married yet.

Third, from the minute

the preacher said, "Amen,"

he never did

another tap of work.

The next thing I knew he'd stolen my

television set and given it to a carhop.

When I ask him how about that,

he hits me with a chicken.

- A live chicken?

- No, a baked chicken, stuffed.

He sounds incompatible to me.

Last I saw of him, I stepped out of

the car for a minute at a gas station.

I had to walk home.

Well, I'm surprised

you'd ever want to get married again.

Oh, but that's the point

about this whole setup.

Of course I want to

get married again.

Who doesn't?

It's the biggest thing

you can do in life.

The way most people go about it,

they use more brains

picking a horse in the third at Belmont

than they do picking a husband.

- Do they really?

- t's your head you've got to use,

not your heart.

- Oh, I see.

Tell her your idea

about this apartment.

Well, to put it simply,

the idea is this.

If you had your choice

of everybody in the world,

which would you rather marry,

a rich guy or a poor one?

I think I'd rather marry a rich one.

All right. Where would you

be most likely to meet a rich one,

in a walk-up on Amsterdam Avenue

or in a joint like this?

Well...

I should say in a joint like this.

Okay, then, that's it.

We're all working steady,

so we throw everything

we make into the kitty,

and get a little organization

into this marriage caper.

Class address, class background,

class characters.

To be specific about it,

nothing under six figures a year.

I've never heard anything

so intelligent in my life.

If you want to catch a mouse,

you set a mousetrap.

So, all right,

we set a bear trap.

All we've got to do is one of us

has got to knock off a bear.

- You mean marry him?

- f you don't marry him,

you haven't caught him,

he's caught you.

All my life, ever since I was a little

girl, I've had the same dream,

to marry a zillionaire.

Do you know who I'd like to marry?

- Who?

- Rockefeller.

- Which one?

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