Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #4

My brain got fogged.

I thought I'd come and look you up.

- Well, I'm glad you did. Very glad you did.

- Thank you.

I'll leave you two little lovebirds alone.

Well, bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

- Nice weather we're having.

- Yes, yes indeed.

- Not so hot as last year.

- You don't say.

No.

Are you enjoying yourself this summer?

Oh, I'm just dizzy with all the excitement.

Oh, don't overdo it. Don't overdo it.

- Well, I'll try not to if you say so.

- No.

You know,

when my monograph is published...

it will occupy three 600-page volumes.

It will establish me as the world's greatest

authority on snuff and snuff boxes.

- Do tell.

- Yes, it is rather breathtaking.

What's the matter, Ann?

- What's the matter, Ann?

- You, you're the matter!

Have I said anything to hurt your feelings?

You don't have to.

Just looking at you is enough!

You're not a man! You're a mummy!

A mummy filled with snuff!

Calm yourself, my child.

I won't calm myself and I'm not your child!

Take your hands off me.

Go on, get out.

Go back to your silly monograph!

- Go on! Go on and get out!

- What is the matter?

Why, this child must have eaten

something that disagreed with her.

Put her to bed with a hot water bottle.

That'll be more fun than I've had in ages.

My mood for writing is completely gone.

My brain is more fogged than ever.

- You said it.

- I'm going out for a walk.

- Ann, what ails you?

- Mosley. I'm fed up to here with him.

Mosley is a man of honor.

He'll make you an admirable husband.

Maybe he will,

but if I'm going to be married to him...

I want to have a little fun first.

Don't you think

you're being unreasonable, Ann?

Not at all. Why can't I have a little fun

like other girls have?

Like you had?

Well, of course...

Of course, your father

was a bit different than Mosley.

- Of course he was. And so are we.

- Ann!

Oh, Mother, break down.

You know it's only fair.

If I let you have fun this summer...

will you promise to marry Mosley

in the fall without a protest?

Yes, I promise.

- Well, then...

- Mother, you're a darling!

And can I do anything I want to

when I want to do it...

as long as

I don't disgrace the family name?

All right, but I do think that

you should have a...

Oh, my goodness. See who it is, Ann, dear.

- Oh, good evening.

- Good evening.

Oh, good evening, young man.

Did you speak to the manager for me?

Yes, Mrs. Prentiss.

That's what I called about.

Mr. Lamson says that

he cannot reduce the rate of this suite...

and sends his regrets.

The criminal!

He's trying to put me in the poorhouse.

That's what he's trying to do.

And $15. $15 for dinner tonight.

It's nothing short of highway robbery.

It's a shame the way everyone tries

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