Blondie of the Follies Page #3

- Come in, Mrs. Callahan.

Lottie's here.

Lottie's here? Where?

For crying out loud.

Oh, I won't disturb you if you're dining...

Oh, hello, Lottie. Come in, have a chair.

Please don't get up.

Have you had your dinner, Lottie?

Thanks awfully, but I never dine

until after the show.

My goodness, you look as though

your racket was booming.

Oh Pete, the same old Pete, aren't you?

- Sure.

- Lottie!

Oh Lottie, I'm glad to see you!

You look swell.

And what about you?

- What about you, Mug?

- Mug?

It seems like years ago.

- It does.

You seen the new addition?

His name is Horace.

Are those real silver fox?

Yes, they are, aren't they?

- Lace, real old lace.

- That's lace and how.

Would you mind the baby please?

Well well well the same little place.

Oh my.

Lottie, did you get them shoes

made for you?

Oh my shoes? Do you like them?

I found the sweetest little shop

just off Madison.

You might have to make a lot of money

in the Follies. You just have to.

- Why shouldn't the lady have a sideline?

- And why not?

Mother darling, it's been charming

but I must go now.

I thought you'd be glad

to see Lottie again.

We're very glad

to see you again, Lottie.

Lottie? Oh Mother! That sounds

so strange to hear Lottie.

Her name's Lurlene now. Lurlene Cavanaugh.

Lurlene Cavanaugh.

Oh, you've changed your name.

You're married?

- No.

Maybe you'd rather go now.

Yes, well, goodbye! Goodbye!

Lottie is sending me some sherry a friend gave

her and I'm bringing some down.

Yes Mother, they'll adore it.

The madeira.

Thanks, we've no use for it.

What do you want to crab the sherry for?

I like a drop of sherry once in a while.

My, you can still smell that perfume

she had on.

I got a load of that. Kind of makes

you goose flesh all over.

- That's my flower, Pa.

- You've no use for it, Mother.

Bob Musial. One of the best

baseball players in the world.

- Oh, go on.

- I saw a game in which Musial...

Hey, get away from there, Jimmy Blake!

Slug!

Where's that music coming from?

Is that the rad-i-o?

Radio, Blondie.

That's the last time

I swing my hips into this dump.

And I was trying to do the nice thing.

Jamais plus, jamais plus.

Vite, Andre, a la maison.

- Say is that real french? Or are you kidding?

- Cigarette?

- No thanks.

Oh, that's pretty. "L.C."

- Lurlene Cavanaugh.

- Lucky Chump. - Not really so lucky.

- You're doing great, Kiddie.

Well, Blondie, what about you?

Don't make me laugh.

You said that upstairs.

Well, what about me?

Are you, uh...snagging anyone?

I can't get a kick out of any

of the hicks I bump into,

after seeing how a real gentleman acts.

How do you know

how a real gentleman acts?

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