The Little Giant Page #2

They do plenty beside shining shoes

and running lunchrooms.

Sure, they don't do bad in a dark alley

with a stiletto, either.

Yeah, smart guy, ain't you?

What do you think I've been buying

all them pictures for?

Here, take a hinge at that one.

You ever seen anything like that before?

Not since I've been off cocaine.

No, you dumb head.

I suppose you think that's a cat having a fit

in a bucket of tomato ketchup.

Well, it ain't, see? That's art.

Why, it's one of the finest examples

of, uh, fu...

Futurism. Yeah.

Why, that's got, uh, dynamic rhythm.

Yeah, that's what it's got,

and tone color.

But it ain't got a nickel's worth

of perspective.

You know, pictures without perspective,

well, that's the last word in art today.

Go on, point me out some perspective.

I dare you to.

What for?

Do you know how much

that set me back?

Twelve hundred smackers.

Why, it's a genuine Kaputzawich.

- Who's he?

- The guy who painted that picture.

Oh.

Yeah, what am I fixing

to talk to them about?

See, I'm just crawling with culture.

Ask me anything.

What do you wanna know?

A good reason

why I shouldn't get stinking drunk.

What's the matter with me as a picture,

darling?

- Looks like you two wanna be alone.

- We could spare you.

BUGS:

Mm?

Oh, no, not tonight, Josephine.

I got a lot of heavy thinking to do.

Me for the hay.

Good night.

[HUMMING

WAGNER'S "PILGRIM'S CHORUS"]

You know, that's the "Pilgrim's Chorus"

by Wagner.

Grand opera.

[HUMMING]

[BUGS CHUCKLING]

Yeah.

Phoned you a couple times this morning.

Well, I was down the Civic Auditorium

listening to a lecture on technocracy.

- What's that?

- Well, the guy's pan was all over whiskers.

He kept mumbling in them

so I couldn't hear.

Oh, boy.

The pro says I'm getting

that left wrist swell. Ha-ha-ha.

- So the skids are under me, huh?

- Well, it's tough.

Oh, us dames always get it

sooner or later.

It's like death or the taxes.

I hate to do this, kid.

You been a great pal.

Never mind the song and dance.

Oh, I ain't sore, Bugs.

You say quit, so it's quit.

Here, let me help you.

Why, honey, this is far too much.

I couldn't take it.

Oh, go on, take it. It's yours.

You've been a great gal, honey.

Oh, well.

So long.

Come see us sometime.

All the luck in the world to you, Edith.

Thank you, dear.

Same to you.

- How'd she take it?

- Standing up.

Did you get rid of the trucks?

Yeah, the Ajax Trucking Company

was glad.

I sold all the ammunition

to the Army and Navy store.

Oh, here.

Here's the checks.

Swell.

Say, did you get rid of the choppers?

Well, there ain't much market

for machine guns...

...but I phoned a Mexican I know in El Paso,

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