Midnight Page #2

to sleep at my place.

Oh, no,

I'm not.

Listen, I've got

to drive this cab

all night.

How do you expect me

to keep my mind on

my business,

knowing you haven't

a roof over your head?

No thanks, Skipper.

Here is the key.

There's a shirt drying

over the bathtub.

You can sleep in that.

Be out by 7:
00

in the morning.

Put this under the mat.

No, you'd better

keep the key.

Now, don't be a fool.

I've been

a fool too long.

Listen, back in New York,

whenever I managed

to crash a party

full of luscious,

big-hearted millionaires,

there was sure to be

some snub-faced kid in

the orchestra playing traps.

So, around 4:
00 in

the morning, when the

wise girls were skipping off

to Connecticut to marry

those millionaires, I'd be

with him in some nightspot,

learning tricks

on the kettledrum.

And he always had

a nose like yours.

Is there anything

wrong with my nose?

Yes, I like it.

Do you mind?

We're no good for each other,

Skipper. We're going in

different directions.

That's what you think.

Oh, come on now.

Turn the cab around.

Nope.

You'd better

feed this thing.

Your rear tire

looks bad.

Never had a puncture

in my life.

Permit me,

madame.

Very unfortunate,

this rain, madame.

It always rains

when Stephanie gives

one of her dull parties.

Even nature weeps.

Edouart,

stop scratching.

I'm not scratching,

Simone. I think I forgot

the admission cards.

Admission cards? Stephanie

will have them for her own

funeral just to keep it chic.

Your wrap,

madam.

Oh, yes.

I'm so sorry.

Is this taken?

No, madam.

Thank you.

My dear friends,

the next offering

in our little

musical program

will be Chopin's 11th tude,

as played by our dear,

dear friend,

Prince Potopienko.

It is the 12th tude,

ma chre.

Before we go any further,

I'd like your attention

one moment more.

Is there anybody

in this room named

Eve Peabody?

No?

Well, does

anyone here know

a Miss Eve Peabody?

Well, I won't trouble

the rest of you

any further.

Now, my dear.

Chopin's 11th Prlude.

It is the 12th

and it is an tude.

What's the matter,

darling?

Some woman

got in here

with this pawn ticket.

Madame?

A word with you.

With me?

Yes, with you.

I thought so.

Well, all right,

let's get it

over with.

I've had my eye on you

from the moment

you came in.

And I should

have known better.

You were trying

to sneak out,

werert you?

Well, I thought

if I went quietly...

Don't apologize. You are

not the only one. There

are three of us in rebellion

against that music.

Come on.

You do play bridge,

don't you?

Yes.

Good.

But why did you

pick on me?

You looked charming.

You looked bored.

You looked as though

you can trump your

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