McLintock! Page #3

- Morning, Mr. McLintock.

- Good morning.

- Morning, Mac.

- Hi, Mac darling.

- Fauntleroy.

Good morning, G.W.

What are you doing in here?

Why aren't you out at the desk?

Just helping out the bartender.

Yeah, I see a busy day.

Give me the key to Room 17.

What?

17, and don't advertise it.

Here they come, Mr. McLintock.

Set them up.

- Beer.

- Whiskey.

Day off?

Off day.

Wonder what he's so preoccupied about?

- Haven't you heard?

- No. What?

- Katy's back in town.

- Katy?

Yes, dear. The social arbiter.

- Hi, sonny.

- Good morning.

He sure is a polite one.

- Mr. McLintock, I don't wanna bother you...

- I'm sorry, boy. I told you, no job.

Katherine.

George Washington McLintock.

I thought you'd want this.

First dig of the spur.

But who am I to upset your plans?

- Don't you feel kind of silly?

- I never feel silly.

It's because you have no sense of humor.

Why couldn't we sit down

in the hotel dining room...

and talk about whatever it is

you want to talk about?

Or why couldn't you

just come over to the house?

And have everybody know

that we're meeting?

Everybody knows,

and what's the difference? We're married.

That is something I should like to change.

You know the answer, Katy.

That isn't why you sent for me.

Let's get to the rat-killing.

That's just the kind of remark

that's always endeared you to me.

- Let us open the discussion.

- Very well.

Our daughter is coming home in a few days.

Rather, she's coming here.

It was a slip of the tongue that made me

refer to this ugly hamlet as home.

Our daughter.

Is it so hard to say her name? It's Becky.

Rebecca! I hate that name.

Anyway, she's coming home...

and I hoped to persuade you

to let her live with me...

part of the time in the capital,

part of the time in New York...

and of course, Newport during the season.

You're whistling in the wind, Katy.

If she stays here...

she'll become just as crude and as vulgar

as all of this country.

And if she goes your way,

she'll be all show and no stay.

No go, Kate.

I hate you. Oh, how I hate you.

Half the people in the world are women.

Why does it have to be you that stirs me?

- You animal.

- That's the story.

I saw your picture in the paper

at the Governor's ball.

You were dancing with the Governor.

At least he's a gentleman.

I doubt that.

You have to be a man first

before you're a gentleman.

He misses on both counts.

- Hey, Sonny. You gonna ask him again?

- Nope.

Boy, you gotta pocket your pride,

you gotta beg.

You better listen to an expert, sonny.

I'm telling you, you got to grovel.

Human nature, gets him every time.

Mister, leave me alone.

Everybody does it, one way or another.

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