The Bank Dick Page #2

Instead of it being

an English drawing room drama,

I've made it

a circus picture.

Don't just sit there!

Take down everything he says.

- Good morning, Mr. Greene.

- Aaah!

It's Saturday afternoon.

You make touchdown

after touchdown.

You kick goals.

You make passes.

You make the longest run with the ball

that was ever made on the field.

In these clothes?

Um, you could

change your hat.

Take it easy there.

That's all right.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Just take it easy.

He sees you

in the $50 seats.

He immediately falls in love with ya.

Can't take his eyes off ya.

- How can he play base... ball,

- Foot.

- And watch me in the grandstand?

- Wait. It's part of the plot.

Attaboy.

That's swell.

Now you're doin' good.

We'll play the scene

very digni... fied.

Service, please.

Come on, boys, come on.

- It's him.

- For the love of Pete!

Attention.

We'll just walk

through this thing.

Take it, Miss Plupp,

where you come out of the grandstand.

- He makes me sick.

- Shall I bounce a rock off his head?

- Respect your father. What kind of a rock?

- Oh, shut up.

You're both madly in love

with each other.

Embrace.

- Is she standing in a hole?

- No, sir.

Read your lines.

When does this thing stop?

It's all right.

You're doing all right.

Got any cigars, kid?

You know the brand.

We're making

motion picture history.

I want quiet!

Quiet from everybody!

Pa's drunk again.

Cut that out. Take your dirty hands

off me and get back to your places.

Here.

Give this that

"number-seven" expression.

- "Those eyes! Those ears!"

- I wanna be in a picture.

Uh, I'll put you in

later on, dear.

Uh, give me...

What's the matter, Pop?

Don't you love me?

Don't you dare strike that child.

She's not gonna tell me

I don't love her.

- Those eyes.

- Those eyes.

Those ears.

That nose.

Oh, Godfrey Daniel!

Mother of pearl!

The child's only playing

with you, you fool.

I don't understand her "funning. "

Let's...

Now to continue.

Those ey...

Uh... Thanks.

Study that script.

Say, Joe.

Mr. Sous! Mr. Sous!

How do you like that?

Mr. Greene, you haven't

another thing to worry about.

I'm perfectly okay.

You look it.

- Getting quite late.

- It is!

- See you're still at it.

- Serves ya right.

- Be courteous, James.

- Yes, ma'am.

We'll leave the motor running.

Come on.

Pass over all that dough,

and do it quietly.

Imagine parking his car in front of a

"no parking" sign with the engine running!

Two buck fine will do him a lot of good.

Let's take it to headquarters.

Don't forget to keep

your foot off that alarm.

Somebody must've nailed the car.

Let's take it on the lam.

Help! Help! Police, help!

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