No Man of Her Own Page #3

You really think

she'd go to the DA?

Well, unless she trips over a

new brand of kisses in a hurry.

I can't take a chance.

Well, heads a boat,

tails a train.

Train it is.

I never go back on a coin.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Mr. Collins to see Mr. Stewart.

(WHISPERING) Collins.

Ask him up.

Up?

Up.

Send Mr. Collins up.

Well, that's life.

Some go up,

while others go down.

Well, don't forget,

wire me where.

$2.60.

How long will it take?

Two and a half hours.

And what time is the train? 2:30,

track 90, right as you go out the door.

Glendale, one ticket, round

trip, please. Round trip.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Oh, hello, George.

Oh, I've been busy

leading my usual life of sin.

No, there's nothing wrong

'cause there's nothing right.

Well, what's been

happening exciting?

Did the drugstore get in the

banana-flavor ice cream yet?

No, no, I can't. I'm going up to

the lake. Oh, just a little holiday.

(SIGHS)

No, George,

I'm not sore at you.

I wish I were,

then there'd be some hope.

Sure, I like you, George.

But where do we go from there?

I'll see you sometime,

give me a ring. Bye.

MRS. RANDALL:

Well, I never. Such talk.

The lake, did you say?

Who all is going to the lake?

Oh, just the gang.

Well, you're not.

No daughter of mine.

It's ridiculous.

Bunch up there in the woods

overnight. No chaperone.

Drinking and who knows what?

It's dreadful.

Mother, I wish you were right,

but you're not.

I don't think

you ought to go, Connie.

Now, is that a way

to be firm with her?

She isn't going.

Mother, I've just got to

do something soon.

If this keeps up...

If what keeps up?

That's just it. Nothing.

Nothing ever happens.

Sometimes I go out in the woods and

scream, just to keep from bursting.

Just like her Aunt Hatty.

MR. RANDALL:

Oh, Hatty's all right.

Yes, I suppose she gets

those diamonds clerking.

Well, at least she gets them.

More power to her.

Oh, if I disappear someday, you'll know I

ran off with the first traveling salesman

that didn't have gold teeth.

Go to the movies.

He will not. Willie? Willie!

Ma, I bought you a lace frill.

I thought it'd help trim up

your black dress a bit.

Why, thank you, Connie.

Bye, Pa.

And I take back what I said

about the traveling salesman.

He can have false teeth

and wear a girdle.

Madam, you wanna make your little home

here in Glendale attractive, don't you?

I'm sorry, it can't be done.

But we...

But, madam, you don't

understand our product.

Sorry. Thank you.

Good morning.

WILLIE:
I'll bet you.

BOY:
All right, I'll bet you.

There, didn't I tell you?

It'll come next time.

Oh, you can't win

on this machine.

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