Belle of the Nineties Page #5

When it came to romancing

my man, he sure knew how

But that narrow-minded woman

she had to start a row

And so you see he's no good to

either one of us now

So bring on your papas

from down in New Orleans

Bring on those fancy-loving papas

you got in New Orleans

'Cause I just came from Missouri

I guess you know what that means

I've never seen anyone like her.

She is simply divine.

If she is as interesting to meet

as she is on the stage...

she is just the inspiration I need.

MAN:
Well spoken.

Gentlemen, I want you to meet

Miss Ruby Carter.

How do you do?

These gentlemen are all friends of mine.

A pleasure.

Friends of yours are friends of mine.

- Won't you join us at the bar?

- We beg of you to join us.

You have a nice way of asking.

I you will excuse Miss Carter now...

I'm sure she'll be happy to join you later

at the roulette table.

- We'll be anxiously waiting for you.

- Yes. Lovely.

- At the roulette table.

- Yes.

Marvellous, wasn't it?

I guess that's the word for it.

- And it's the word for you, too.

- Thanks.

Ruby, I'd like to have a little talk with you.

I'm listening.

- You and I could go a long way together.

- How do you mean?

With your beauty and talents, and my

business ability, we could make a fortune.

Sounds interesting.

Of course, you know

why I brought you down here, don't you?

I got a rough idea.

You're the kind of a woman I've dreamed

about, always desired. I'm wild about you.

Some of the wildest men make the best pets.

- Ruby, please.

- Wait a minute, Ace.

- What about this dame Molly?

- Molly?

She doesn't mean a thing.

Just a passing fancy.

Maybe you think I'm a passing fancy.

- You couldn't be.

- You bet your life I couldn't.

ACE:
Ruby, please.

RUBY:
Listen, Ace, I like you and all that...

but I ain't stepping

into another dame's shoes.

I never took a man away

from another woman yet.

Not unless she done me dirt.

It's a principle with me.

But I wish you forget your principles.

Ruby, I must have you.

Your golden hair, your fascinating eyes,

alluring smile, and lovely arms.

- Your form divine.

- Wait a minute.

Is this a proposal

or are you taking inventory?

Am I to understand

that you're rejecting my proposal?

Oh, no. I just want little time

to figure this out.

You see, I'm in the habit

of picking my own men.

- In that case I still have hopes.

- Oh, yes.

Get your bets down, ladies and gentlemen,

the wheel is now going.

Do I bother you if I look over your shoulder?

No, do I bother you?

Twelve on the red wins.

Are you in town for good?

I expect to be here but not for good.

BROOKS:
I beg your pardon.

CROUPIER:
Twenty-three on the red wins.

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