Brother Orchid Page #4

- Let me go.

I'll get out but I'm coming back.

I'm organizing a new mob and someday

I'm gonna blast you right off the earth.

- I'll show you yellow mugs...

- Don't stand there.

- Throw him out.

- Hands off me.

Get him out of here.

Come on, get out. Get him out of here.

All right, get out of here.

- Here, now.

- Huh?

Where do you think you're going?

Up to Miss Addams' apartment.

I'm Little John Sarto.

I don't care what size you are.

You ain't going up

to no Miss Addams' apartment.

- Why not?

- Because about eight months ago...

...Miss Addams upped

and flew her fine feathers...

...over to the Parkway Biltmore.

The Parkway Biltmore?

- What'd she do, get a job as a maid?

- I don't know.

But it's been said she's doing real well.

Yeah?

Well, thanks.

Ackers, Addison, Anderson,

Appleby, Bassett, Bliss.

No, there's no Miss Addams

working here.

Her landlady said

she came eight months ago.

Well, I'm sorry, buddy,

but we ain't got no record of it.

Hey, Al, you better step on it.

Miss Addams wants to see them.

- Okay. Okay.

- Here. Just a minute.

Addams? Could that be Flo Addams?

No. This is Miss Florence Addams, a guest.

Couldn't be the one you're looking for.

Yeah? Well, I'm just crazy enough

to go up and see.

Here. Wait a minute.

Tell Albert to drag them

in. I ain't got time.

Oui, madame.

Oh, come in, Albert.

Ha-ha! Napoleon. Ho-ho-ho.

Oh, Fifi...

Johnny.

Oh. Oh, Johnny.

Oh, never mind the hysterics.

- Get rid of the audience.

- You can go now.

Take Napoleon and Josephine out.

Me and Mr. Sarto wish to be alone.

Oh, Johnny. Five years you've been gone.

Gee, you don't know how I've missed you.

Yeah. From the looks of things

it's good I come back.

What's that idea of all this layout?

Well, you always wanted me

to have class, didn't you?

Yeah, but this joint's so full of it, it leaks.

Don't tell me you got it selling cigarettes.

- I ain't a cigarette girl no more.

- You ain't?

- When'd you quit the Crescent Club?

- I didn't.

- You didn't?

- I own it.

- What are you, kidding?

- I bought Al Royer out a year ago.

- With what, hay?

- Alfalfa. That's what Clarence raises.

Cla...

Now, look, one of us is cuckoo.

Now, let's start this over again.

- Who's Clarence?

- A big rancher from out West.

He's interested in cows.

Oh, yeah?

Especially when they wear petticoats.

If you're insinuating anything, you're

mistaken. I ain't worn a petticoat in years.

Well, from now on this cowboy's

out of the picture, see?

Tell him pack up his wigwam

go back to the wide-open spaces.

- You're jealous.

- No, I ain't.

I'm suspicious of a guy that looks

for pastureland on 42nd Street.

- Johnny.

- What?

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