Another Thin Man Page #5

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How about making a bargain with him?

- After all, he did do 10 years in jail.

- I won't pay him a penny.

He can burn the house down

before I pay him a cent.

Maybe he's right, Father.

Maybe it would be better if you...

I thank you to keep out of it.

When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

Don't you dare talk to her that way.

You should be thankful

she cares whether you live or die.

- You little...

- You can't bulldoze me any longer.

I don't care how much money you have.

That may interest Dudley.

But it doesn't mean a thing to me.

Look here, Freddie.

I know you have a crush on Lois

but don't make any cracks like that.

- Dudley.

- What's this?

What if I am in love with her?

That's nobody's business but my own.

If you cared, you wouldn't let him

talk to her that way.

Why, she's too good for you.

And for you, too.

And you needn't bother to fire me.

I'm going.

Is this true? Has that whippersnapper

been making up to you?

No, of course not.

He's never said anything that...

And you, Dudley.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

All right, desert me. All of you.

- Go on, you, too. Why don't you go?

- Col. MacFay, it's just the baby...

Take your precious baby and go.

But, understand, this is the end.

There's the mining company reports,

the lumber company, and the railway.

There you are.

You take them on from now on.

You manage them. I'm through.

How do you like your quiet weekend?

"Production of lumbers,

seasonally adjusted."

Good heavens, do you understand that?

Sure. That's...

That's "the indirect ratio

between the sales depreciation...

"and the unrealized inventory losses."

- Understand?

- Yes.

But "naturally...

"an allowance has to be made

for the major cyclical downswing."

You get that, of course.

- Naturally.

- Do you?

Of course, "you have to have

a fair degree of accuracy...

"by reference to a straight line

correlation formula."

Don't you think you'd better go

and see Church?

Mommy, I'm going.

Hey, Asta, come here.

That's not that kind of a cat.

What are you sticking your pretty nose

in here for, chum?

- Sorry, the door was open.

- All right, you made your joke.

Now, pull your freight. Get going.

Just as you say, Chief.

- Good evening, sir.

- How do?

Mr. Church expecting you.

You're going to catch a cold,

lying in damp roads on dark nights.

No, sir, I dress warm in this country.

- I'm Phil Church.

- How do you do?

- Sit down.

- Thank you.

This is Smitty. We can talk in front of her.

- How do you do?

- Have a drink?

- Yes.

- Dum-Dum.

Sit down.

- Go on with your packing, honey.

- You bet.

- Going away?

- Yeah, back to Cuba.

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