Easy to Love

What do you see in that girl?

- Well-

- I'll tell you.

All that's beautiful, clean, decent,

desirable, wholesome and commercial.

- You'll photograph in color.

- Of course.

- Who'll do narration?

- I will-

Quiet. Take this down.

- Here's a pen.

- I have one.

This is better. Courtesy of Cypress Gardens,

Florida. The name's on the pen.

- Thank you.

- Come in.

Here's the frangipani, Mr. Lloyd.

- Well...

- Just arrived from Borneo.

- Wonderful.

Oh, doesn't smell very good.

Well, plant it out in back.

All right, sir.

Yep, they're all my girls.

Get this down, Barnes.

American industry owes me a debt

that can never be paid.

I have made this country

bathing-suit-minded.

This freezer, for instance.

Nobody bought it,

not even the man who made it.

Since I put Marie on top of it,

they can't turn them out fast enough.

Come in.

I want your okay, Mr. Lloyd.

- Trim her tail a little.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Lloyd. Right away.

Thank you, Mr. Lloyd.

- You like that?

- Very interesting.

This is the worst television set

ever made.

I had Cynthia make love to it,

became a bestseller in two weeks.

Come here. Look at that girl.

- Here.

- Oh, thank you.

Her smile has sold more toothpaste,

her legs more nylon...

...her middle more girdles

than you could believe.

I believe everything.

Described by Look

as the girl with the perfect figure.

Could run away with the Miss America title,

but I won't let her compete.

- Why?

- Wouldn't be fair.

Besides, I need her here with me.

She's been working with me

since she was 15.

Oh, you should have seen her.

Just bones stuck together with freckles.

Who do you think

made those shoulders and legs?

Me. And of course, Florida oranges.

I'll send you a box.

That's all. Show's over.

Hey, chief, 5600 paid admissions today.

- Pretty good, huh?

- Not bad.

This is Ben, my press agent.

Best in the world.

- How are you?

- Greetings.

Turn around, Ben.

- Designed that jacket himself.

- Very clever.

Go tell Julie and Hank

we shoot the picture at 8 tonight.

- Check.

- Come on, Barnes.

I'll show you around.

Sights you've never seen in your life.

Beautiful Cypress Gardens.

Take a look. See for yourself.

I personally chose every plant,

every tree and every girl.

Good morning, Mr. Lloyd.

- Hello, girls.

I wanna check this over here.

Good morning, girls.

Hello, Mr. Lloyd.

What's this?

Advertisement for Palm Beach.

- Why don't you shoot it in Palm Beach?

- This is more realistic.

Looks good, Tram.

Bye, Mr. Lloyd.

Morning, Mr. Lloyd.

- Good morning, girls.

- Say, you married or anything?

- No.

- So how do you do it?

- Do what?

How do you stay single?

In this business,

you can have only one boss.

Get married, that's two.

That means trouble.

I stay single and beautiful Cypress Gardens

stays one big happy family.

- I'm not gonna appear at the pool

at any time. Tonight or any time.

Julie, baby doll, he gave me orders.

Julie?

Well, give him this.

Very high-strung girl.

Look at that fabric, made for us.

Why did I ever learn to swim?

- I'm gonna tell that-

Hello, angel.

Now, listen, you slave driver.

I've been wanting to tell you something.

- Will you help me with this darn thing?

- Sure, angel.

These things are impossible.

- Sure.

And stop calling me names.

Do you know I work

16 hours a day for you?

I waterski, I swim, I pose for pictures.

I smile at the tourists in this hoop skirt,

take dictation, type.

Why don't you ask me to mow the lawn?

Ouch.

Say, you're putting on weight.

You better watch that.

About shooting the picture tonight...

Not with me.

Tonight I have a date with Hank.

I'm going into town.

I'm gonna have dinner and dance.

Really?

- This is Mr. Barnes.

- How do you do?

- I'm entitled to a little relaxation.

Well, of course.

- Mr. Barnes is here to do a travelogue.

- Tonight, I'm gonna enjoy myself.

For one heavenly, brief moment,

I'm gonna enjoy myself.

Well, bless your heart.

And I want you to.

Mr. Barnes flew five hours today

just to get here.

I've been walking on the water

for six hours.

Well, that's that.

We'll have to get somebody else, I guess.

It's too bad.

Mr. Barnes wanted you especially.

- He can't see anybody else.

- Too bad. Sorry.

But you go ahead and enjoy yourself

with Hank. With Hank?

- Yes.

- Well, have fun.

- But I wanted to photograph her.

- You will, you will.

Gee, baby doll,

you really hurt him pretty bad.

Hurt him? Oh, if I only could.

If I could squeeze one human feeling

out of that man.

- I'd give anything.

- Take it easy. Calm down.

Why did I ever learn to swim?

Julie, come on.

- What?

Come on, let's go make pretty faces

at the tourists, huh?

Oh, all right.

What a way to make a living.

Oh, that man.

Imagine that penny-pinching slave driver

asking me to swim at 8:00 at night.

- Oh, and a travelogue.

- Oh, save your breath, sugar.

I happened to overhear it.

You know my ears, like radar.

Anything for a buck.

Oh, if I could only get my-

- Hello.

- How do?

Hey, hey. You look mighty pretty.

Hold it, please.

How about a date?

Boy, I'll take the one in blue.

He keeps me in the water

18 hours a day as it is.

What does he think I am, a fish?

If you are,

you're the strangest one I ever saw.

A fish who'd like to be hooked

by that penny-pinching slave driver.

Excuse us, girls.

Can we make your picture?

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