Merrily We Go to Hell Page #2
- Year:
- 1932
- 78 min
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I never wait more than
five minutes for anyone.
If you step inside
I'll tell Joan you're here.
Thank you.
If you'll wait
in there, please.
Thank you.
Hello.
Wait a minute.
Don't tell me you
walk on this floor.
Sometimes it turns into a roller
coaster right beneath your feet.
Perhaps we'd
better sit down.
Thank you.
Father tells me
he met you at the door.
Yes.
Do you know, I think your
father's in love with me.
Why?
Because he seemed
upset when he saw me,
and it's always love
that upsets a man, you know.
Some of the biggest
and littlest men in history
have been upset by love.
I was one of the big men, of
course, when it happened to me.
By the way,
am I a little late?
A little.
I'd like to have had you here for the
party, but it really doesn't matter.
I think you're swell.
I'm beginning
to think you do.
You told me
that last night.
Well, just to prove
would you like to take a little drive
with me and have dinner somewhere?
I'd love to.
Perhaps I ought to explain that my
car is yellow and has a meter on it.
I have a car.
Well, I didn't
mean that we...
I did. Let's go now.
I guess I didn't know
because most of the floors
I know have sawdust on them.
A gentleman wouldn't advertise
he was kissing a lady.
I was advertising the
finest of Prentice products.
That reminds me, it's high time
I bought you something to eat.
I'm not hungry.
Neither am I.
Do you always
make love to girls
when you take
them for a drive?
I don't often take
them for a drive.
I'm afraid, as a rule,
particularly if
they're bartenders.
You see, I figured out
a long time ago
that a punch in the nose heals
much quicker than a broken heart.
Don't tell me
you're a woman-hater.
Not at all. I just don't
think about them very much.
I mean, you said something
before we left the house
about having once
been upset by a woman.
Now, how can
one so young have
the memory of a
200-year-old elephant?
I just happen to remember.
Matter of fact, I was
upset by a woman once.
When?
What was her name?
Claire. Claire Hempstead.
Whatever became of her?
She's on the stage.
She's been just as successful
there as she was with me.
Have you any
pictures of her?
Yeah, I got an old
one hanging in my room.
Do you ever look at it?
Once every blue moon.
Say, what is this,
anyway, an inquisition?
No, I guess
I'm a little jealous.
Well, don't be.
I don't blame Claire
'cause any girl would be a
fool to marry a man like me.
Oh, I don't know.
Joan, if I haven't said so
before, I want to tell you now.
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