Without Love Page #2

No, no. No holes. Now would you

come over here? Just bring it with you.

Right there.

I don't suppose she'd like to rent

the place, without holes.

Well, I don't know.

The house is for sale.

But rent, well, I doubt it.

Jamie is a funny sort of bird.

Do you know...

Do you know that she hasn't

cracked a smile in years?

Money's a great thing

to keep the face straight.

- Oh, yeah, you know, she...

- Right on the pencil mark.

- Do you see where I made the pencil...?

- Oh. Yes.

Oh, would you get your leg

out of the way?

- That's it.

- She lives alone.

She walks alone. She rides alone.

She even eats alone.

Say, what are you doing here, anyway?

Can't tell. Maybe I'm a counterfeiter.

Yeah, maybe you are.

You know, if I were a counterfeiter

and I were talking to me...

...I'd say I am, just to throw me

off the track.

But I'm not as foolish as you think I am.

No.

Of course, I maybe doing

something legal.

I might be doing secret

government work.

- Who knows?

- Oh, not I.

The basement is wonderful.

It's the basement

I've always dreamed of.

If you could persuade your cousin

to rent it to me...

...or loan it to me or let me buy it,

I'd really be happy I met you.

- Quentin.

- Oh, hello, Edwina.

What are you doing in this filthy place?

- Where did you get that vile dog?

- Oh, it's his dog.

Is Jamie here? I was to meet her.

She's coming to town to see about

getting a caretaker for this place.

You aren't a caretaker, are you?

Oh, Edwina. This is a very, very

good old friend of mine.

Edwina Collins, Pat Josephson.

Jamieson. Pat Jamieson.

My dog's name is Dizzy.

What are you doing

in your dinner jacket?

Aren't we dressing for dinner

at your mother's house tonight?

- I see.

- You do? Well, that's fine.

You overdid it again, as you say,

didn't you?

Why, in the name of heaven,

you think it amusing...

...to get yourself in a completely

drunken state is beyond me.

- I know you're not a great brain...

- Please behave...

I behave? If you take

one more drink today, I'm through.

Not even a little tail of the cock

that bit me?

- So you think that's funny?

- Moderately, yes.

Well, I don't.

You and your drunken friends.

- Why, you disagreeable little piece, you.

- I beg your pardon.

Should have your mouth

washed out with soap.

- You know what you're saying?

- I know what I'm saying.

How dare you insult this nice guy

in front of a perfect stranger?

- Who do you think you are?

- I know perfectly well who I am.

I'm trying to figure out what conceivable

training you could be the product of.

Quentin, who is this man?

I've never been spoken to so in my life.

- Time someone started.

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