You and Me Page #4

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or they'd put you right back in storage.

Well, here we are.

It's pretty good.

Very good.

How about a drink?

I'd love it. Lime with lots of ice.

Beg your pardon.

Bread and butter.

Look...

how about a real drink, just this once?

I better not, Joe.

Aw, come on.

I'm gonna have one.

I'm gonna need one pretty bad

when I have to say good-bye to you.

Come on.

All right. I guess I'll need one, too.

Swell, here.

You sit down here and I'll be right back.

Hello.

Do you like dancing?

No, thank you.

One little dance won't hurt you.

I'm sorry, I'm with someone.

Why, if you're sorry,

why don't you get rid of him.

Honey, you're only kidding.

You ain't with nobody.

Please.

Come on, get up out of there.

Relax, sonny, relax.

You heard what I said. Get up!

Joe!

Joe!

Joe, don't!

Joe, please don't do anything.

Come on, break it up. Get back there.

Where do you think you are?

We're all ladies and gentlemen here.

There wasn't going to be no fight anyway.

He was just four-flushing for the dame.

He was cut short when you got here,

wasn't ya?

Break it up, boys, keep on dancing.

Don't look back.

You shouldn't fight.

No...

I guess I shouldn't.

Not me.

I wonder if they transfer

those records to California.

You're not going to start worrying

about that again.

You're starting new.

Maybe.

Joe, years from now you'll hardly

remember all this.

You'll see.

You'll meet some girl and...

fall in love and settle down

just like everyone else.

You're no different.

I am different.

You ought to forget that.

You have no record.

You've never been in jail.

That's why you're going away.

I wouldn't get married like that.

No, I guess you wouldn't.

I guess you're going to tell her.

And that'll end it.

No. Not if she loves you enough.

I'd like to sing you a song...

about the sort of man we girls

all dream about.

If he ever comes along,

he may leave happiness or misery.

But it's heaven just the same.

They call him good for nothing

He isn't much to see...

but I've a funny feeling

he's the right guy for me.

In a waterfront dive

full of wretches and vagabonds

planning their ill-gotten gains

there came a mysterious stranger

with the salt of the sea in his veins.

Though he seemed to be going downhill

in a world of forgotten men.

Still he gave me the queerest

sort of thrill

that decided me there and then to say

doggone you, snap out of it.

This is love

There wasn't a doubt of it.

They called him good for nothing

He isn't much to see

But I am sure that he is

the right guy

for me.

There will come a day

when he'll sail away

without even saying good-bye.

Though I'll swear at him

and I'll flare at him

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