The Woman in the Window

with Lana Turner

that we worked out.

Tomorrow night?

Very good.

Why don't we make it every night?

The three of us,

unless we've got something better to do.

Fine, that's a good idea.

- I think I'll roll along with you.

- Splendid.

Maybe Lana can dig up

Rita Hayworth for you.

Well, what about me?

Do you think it quite safe

to leave me alone

in this somewhat rebellious state of mind?

No, no. You'll be all right, I'm sure.

Just you run along to bed like

a good fellow and forget the whole matter.

He's much too old for the sort of thing

we have in mind, isn't he?

Now, be good.

- Dick, I really would like...

- Oh, stop worrying.

You know, I don't agree with a word

you've said.

But the disagreement is purely academic.

You know, that's exactly my complaint.

The flesh is still strong

but the spirit grows weaker by the hour.

Good.

You know, even if the spirit of adventure

should rise up before me and beckon,

even in the form of that alluring

young woman in the window next door,

I'm afraid that all I'll do is

clutch my coat a little tighter,

mutter something idiotic

and run like the devil.

Not before you got her number, I hope.

Probably.

Good night.

You're safe, I guess. Good night, Dick.

Oh, thank you.

Would you be good enough to remind me

when it's 10:
30?

Yes, sir.

Sometimes I'm inclined

to lose track of time.

I'll remind you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

COLLINS:
It's 10:30, Professor Wanley.

It's 10:
30, sir.

Would you mind

putting it back in the library?

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

My hat, please.

I... I couldn't have drunk that much.

You did pose for it, didn't you?

Well, then my admiration

for the artist is definite.

It's not only a good painting, it's also you.

You know that so quickly?

I don't know it. I only know that if

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)