You'll Never Get Rich Page #2

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a time when your alibis were gems.

- Remember the Russian dancer?

- She was Portuguese.

Before you talked your way out of that,

you rewrote the Arabian Nights.

Now you've lost your imagination.

I'm getting bored with you.

Bored? Is it my fault you reached

into the wrong pocket?

You started the whole thing. That's

the trouble around here, no privacy.

People reaching into wrong pockets.

No organization.

How's a man to run a theatre?

- Is this what you intended for me?

- Yes.

As a matter of fact, you know,

that's quite a collector's item.

Ming dynasty.

But it also has its practical side.

You can scratch yourself

in all sorts of places.

I imagine.

Oh, you're very thoughtful, Martin.

I'm sure Miss Winthrop will agree.

You don't believe me then?

Oh, of course I do.

But that's because I know you so well.

I'm just wondering how your story

will sound to 12 strange men.

Twelve strange men.

Twelve strange men. She's batty.

What's 12 strange men got to do

with this? Football team, 11 men.

A baseball team, nine.

Symphony orchestra, 100 men.

Twelve men.

A jury!

Robert, prepare yourself for a shock.

Julia's going to divorce me.

- I'll be first to congratulate her.

- How can you say that?

You know I don't want a divorce.

I'm happily married. I love my wife.

And besides,

all this property is in her name.

She's gonna strip me right down

to my underwear too.

You ought to think of that

before you gallop after...

...something you can't catch.

Who is it this time?

Sheila Winthrop. I bought her this,

and my wife found it in my pocket.

I imagine you had a good reason

for buying that.

- I certainly did. We're good friends.

- Oh, I see.

- Besides, it's none of your business.

- I agree with you.

- Wait, you're in this too, you know.

- Me? What have I to do with it?

I told Julia you bought this for Sheila

and that you were in love with her.

Oh, you did, did you?

I'm going to tell her differently.

You don't have to.

She doesn't believe it anyway.

Please, you've got to help me.

If you get me out of this jam,

it'll never happen again.

No more galloping, I swear it.

Please, Robert?

- All right, what do you want me to do?

- Well, it's very simple.

I'll take Julia to the Crystal Roof

for our anniversary dinner.

You bring Sheila and prove to my wife

that you are in love with Sheila.

What? Well, what would Sheila think?

Make her believe it too.

If she doesn't, Julia won't.

That won't be difficult.

She has a friendly disposition.

Turn on the old charm, you know.

Fascinate her.

Do anything so long as you

make my wife...

...believe I was telling the truth

when I lied to her.

Is that all?

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