Angel Face Page #4

Look, I'm a free agent.

Mary admits that

but you know what girls are.

It's only natural.

Look what I found.

They're running

the Pebble Beach Road Races

later on next month.

I thought that we could enter the car

and you drive.

I drove that course in '41.

Well, then you're eligible

even though you were a pro.

As long as you haven't raced

for two years.

Two years? I haven't raced in 10.

You could tune it up,

change anything you wanted,

and we could take it out weekends.

- Do you think Mary would mind?

- Oh, Mary has nothing to do with this.

We take that race,

it'll mean a lot of publicity.

Make it a lot easier

for me to get backing for the shop.

Come on, let's have dinner.

I'll talk to you about it.

I can't, the family.

I could get away later, though.

-10:
00?

- Here.

Here.

Charles, if you must play that,

would you mind turning it a little lower?

I'll have another, Ito.

You needn't have turned it off.

Evening, family.

Well, we seem particularly festive

this evening.

What is it?

- New dress?

- Yes, I got the bill this morning.

Really, Diane, when I gave you permission

to pick up something simple...

Oh, Catherine, darling, you know that

the simple things always cost the most.

Ito, you're an angel.

Now, what is it tonight?

Don't tell me, let me guess.

Pineapple certainly.

Orange.

- What's the other?

- It's crme de fraises, dear.

I'm sure you knew it all along.

Tell Chiyo to hurry dinner, please.

I'm famished.

Catherine,

don't you think

we ought to have a chauffeur?

I thought you enjoyed driving

that horrible little jet-propelled torpedo.

- Well, I do but you don't.

- No argument there.

And, Catherine, you know how nervous

and absent-minded you are

- after your bridge bouts.

- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Only three tickets last month

for not observing stop signals.

- Only one collision.

- That was definitely not my fault, Charles.

I distinctly signaled

I was making a left turn.

Dinner is served, please.

But you turned right, darling.

I think Diane has a point.

And, besides,

I think it would be a good idea

to have another man in the house.

Might keep away the prowlers.

Please, Frank.

You could make just as much money

as you do at the hospital.

There's an apartment over the garage.

Not very large, maybe,

but at least it has a regular bed

and not something

that leaps out of a wall at you.

No, I don't think

I'm quite the type for that.

"Yes, sir. " "No, ma'am. "

"Home, Driver. " "Walk the dog, Franklin. "

We don't have a dog

and the family isn't like that.

Father never goes out,

and Mother just goes to her bridge clubs,

and I'm no trouble.

Just think,

you could get set for Pebble Beach.

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