Marty Page #4

RALPH:

The nurses Leo and me picked up last

night. We got a date with them

tonight.

MARTY:

(moving off to Angie's

booth)

You still owe me ten bucks from last

week, if that's what you're working

up to.

Joe turns another page in the girlie magazine.

JOE:

Now that's something, eh?

RALPH:

I used to go out with a girl like

that...

THE KID:

You should live so long.

THE BOOTH.

Marty joins his friend Angie and pushes a bottle of beer at

him, pulling one of the pages loose from the paper Angie is

reading. For a moment, the two men sit quietly, each poring

over his separate piece of newspaper.

ANGIE:

(without looking up)

So waddaya feel like doing tonight?

MARTY:

I don't know, Ang'. Wadda you feel

like doing?

ANGIE:

Well, we oughta do something. It's

Saturday night. I don't wanna go

bowling like last Saturday. How about

calling up that big girl we picked

up inna movies about a month ago in

the RKO Chester?

MARTY:

(not very interested)

Which one was that?

ANGIE:

That big girl that was sitting in

front of us with the skinny friend.

MARTY:

Oh, yeah.

ANGIE:

We took them home alla way out in

Brooklyn. Her name was Mary Feeney.

What do you say? You think I oughta

give her a ring? I'll take the skinny

one.

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