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There's nobody here but you.

And there's nobody coming, honey.

That's it. That's beautiful.

Wally's dead, Harlene.

Wally's dead and no one else

is coming home.

That's it. Beautiful!

Now, you hear footsteps.

You hear footsteps,

and the door is opening, and you turn...

and it's him! It's him!

You greet him as only one whose heart

has remained lily white can do!

Cut.

You are f***ing terrific.

If it ain't Rex, the Wonder Dog,

come to show us his bone.

Stick the Hershey Kisses

back in the bag, will you, sweetheart?

I haven't had my breakfast yet.

Rex, are you going to stand there

oiling your cuff links...

on the top of your head all morning,

or are you going to go to work?

I may work, I may not.

All depends if we quit in time for me to be

at the Beverly Hills Hotel by 4:00.

What are they, hiring dancing partners

or something?

That's funny stuff coming from

a hophead ass-slinger, you know.

Lay off. Come on, you wanna get paid?

What do you think I'm doing here?

Where's Big Mac?

You don't think he'll show?

Let's go to work.

I told you, I'm supposed to be

at the Beverly Hills Hotel by 4:00.

Oh, really?

I met someone today

who's taken an interest in my work.

They are. They're hiring dancing partners.

- Geez, a swank dump like that.

- Now listen, sister.

Who is it, if you don't mind my asking?

Someone who's very sweet.

Someone who's a big cheese at Metro.

Someone whose name I'd rather not mention

in this...

insane asylum, thank you very much.

You meeting him in the Polo Lounge

or up in his room?

- His room. I told you, he's a big cheese.

- A big cheese?

The room doesn't happen to be

on the third floor, does it, Rex?

Yeah, as a matter of fact it does.

Okay. I'll try to get you out of here

by 4:
00, Rex.

It's a pretty old gag, but you may get

a new pair of pants out of it.

God knows you could use them.

What is this? Clue me in.

What, and spoil one of life's little surprises?

He said I had star potential.

Gee, Rex, we could have told you that.

Let's go to work.

Where'd you meet this big cheese? You

were supposed to be working this morning.

I was working. He was at the funeral.

Caught him watching me

while I lowered the stiff.

His car was parked by the shed

when I went to put my shovel away.

Funny kind of guy, you know.

Great big Packard and this little Mexican kid

for a driver...

couldn't have been more than 14 at tops.

He walks right up to me

and says I got star potential.

- Who? The taco or the big cheese?

- You're a sketch, you know?

He says he knows I got style...

cause I'm dumping dirt on this doornail

in a pair of white ducks.

That's it in this town, you know?

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