Out of the Fog Page #4

A mosquito .. go home to your

mother. Come back in two years.

Off the coast of Cuba

in the Gulf-Stream ..

They catch fish that weigh

from 700 to 1,000 pounds.

Fish with spears in their noses.

And it is warm there.

The sun shines eleven

months out of the year.

Oh, it sounds like music.

Like music from a band.

You and me, we could be sitting in the

middle of the Gulf-Stream right now.

Wearing Panama hats and fishing

for fish with spears in their noses.

You and me and the Gulf-Stream.

Olaf.

- Yes, Jonah.

Look, we could be on that boat, Olaf.

Please Jonah, it is torture.

Jonah, Swenson wants $500 for that boat.

Well, in the coffee-pot in your room

we have $190. Am I right or wrong?

Right. But is $190 the same as $500?

Haven't you ever heard of the

instalment plan? - No thanks.

In America Olaf, every man can

be a King on the instalment plan.

I heard of it, you heard of it.

But has Swenson heard

of the instalment plan?

Tomorrow he'll hear of it. Look, Olaf.

Someday I'll die, God forbid.

And they'll put on my grave:

"Here lies Jonah Goodwin. A good son,

a good husband, a good citizen."

"All his life he worked like a horse and

never did the thing he wanted to do."

A little later, you'll die.

They'll change some particulars, but

they'll put the same thing on your grave.

Jonah.

- Yes?

Caroline wants to marry me.

- So?

I ain't crazy to marry her.

She reminds me of a woman in vaudeville

that used to sing all promises.

Then there's no problem.

No Caroline, you say: you don't

click with me. You're not my type.

I like chorus girls with sweaters.

- Yeah. Then she'll fire me.

Or worse yet, she'll put on a sweater.

You never had to work for a

boss that wanted to marry you.

You've sure got a problem. Look, Olaf.

Now it's December .. January, February,

March, April. Only four months.

And Spring-time, Olaf! For once

in our lives, a real Spring.

No Tailor Shop, no Fish grotto.

No Caroline.

Let's buy it, Jonah.

Let's buy it tomorrow.

Stella! Hello, Stella.

Hello, Pop.

- What are you doing on the pier alone?

Nothing, nothing. How

was the fishing, Pop?

Not good, not bad. Medium.

Come on down here. I want to talk to you.

- Okay, Pop.

Remember, not a word about our new boat.

That's strictly a private secret until

we have the bill of sale. - Yeah.

Good evening Stella. How are you tonight?

- Fine, Mr Johnson.

And how is George tonight?

- That's right. Where's George?

Well, he had to work late.

I'm going to meet him later.

Say Pop, you'd better hurry home.

Mom's got another one of her attacks.

Around this boat, Stella darling,

we don't talk about your mother.

Or about jobs or about money or

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