Born Yesterday Page #6

- Good night, Mrs. Brock.

- Good night.

- Good night, Norval.

- Good night, Jim.

- See you at 11:
00.

- That's right.

- Good night, Anna. It's been so nice.

- Good night. And thank you.

For what? Wait till I'm here a while.

I'll give you somethin' to thank me for.

Good night, all.

- Drips.

- What?

- They're drips.

- Who are you to say?

- I'm myself, that's who.

- Well, nobody asked you. Shut up.

Pardon me for living.

- Get lost.

- Not yet.

Get lost, I told ya.

- She's gonna be in the way, that dame.

- What are you gonna do about it?

I feel like givin' her the brush.

- Pretty complicated.

- Yeah, I know.

She owns more of you than you do

on paper.

She's gonna louse me up

all the way down the line. Dumb broad.

You may be right.

Listen, Harry.

- Send her home.

- No.

Why not?

I'm nuts about her.

- Can't have your cake and eat it.

- What?

- Just a saying.

- That don't make any sense.

All right.

- What's cakes got to do with it?

- Nothing, Harry.

- Must be a way we can smarten her up.

- I suppose so.

Some school we could send her to?

- I doubt that.

- Then what?

We might be able to find someone

who could smooth the rough edges off.

- How?

- Let me think about it.

- I'd like you to think about something.

- What?

- About marrying her right away.

- Why get married all of the sudden?

If you ever got dragged into court, a

wife can't testify against her husband.

Anyway, you've been engaged seven years.

Why have you waited this long?

I didn't want to be rushed.

This way, I give her something,

I'm swell.

We get married,

she's got it comin'... she thinks.

- Billie's not like that.

- A broad's a broad.

- You'll be sorry.

- All right, I'll let you know.

But if I do or don't,

we stilt gotta do somethin' about her.

Every time she opened her kisser tonight

somethin' wrong come out.

- Couldn't you talk to her?

- It'd take more than a talk.

- Then what?

- It's not easy to make a person over.

- Maybe impossible.

- Wait a minute.

That interview guy. What's his name?

He's a pretty smart cookie.

- Paul Verrall.

- He knows the angles.

- He's very classy.

- He could do it, but he won't.

- Why not?

- Well, he's not...

- I'll pay him whatever he wants.

- I don't think so.

- I'll bet you. What's his number?

- Harry, I'm not sure...

I like it. What's his number?

Come on, come on, come on.

- You ate already, huh?

- Yeah.

- You want some pie?

- No, thanks.

- How about a drink?

- No, thanks.

Okay, pal,

I wanna ask you somethin'.

Sure.

- How much you make a week?

- What am t, an accountant?

I love this guy.

- What's your name again?

- Verrall.

- I mean your regular name.

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