Guys and Dolls Page #4

It comes and goes, comes and goes.

It's just a chronic condition.

Even if it is, it sure hangs on.

Nathan... speaking of chronic conditions...

Happy anniversary.

Guess what's inside.

- 1,000 bucks?

- I only wish it was.

Go on. Open it up.

"Mr. Nathan Detroit. General Manager."

- General manager of what?

- Whatever you set your mind on, Nathan.

I have faith.

Adelaide, I...

I do not have a present for you.

Oh, I don't mind, Nathan,

if you don't give me a present.

It makes me feel like we were married.

Nathan, darling, there isn't anything

I couldn't do without.

Just as long as you don't start

running that crap game again.

Crap game? Adelaide.

Didn't I promise you?

- 1200 cheesecake and 1500 strudel.

- What?

Yesterday Mindy sold

1200 cheesecake and 1500 strudel.

More strudel than cheesecake.

Are you sure?

- Straight from the baker's mouth.

- What is this?

Statistics. Things a businessman

has to have at his fingertips.

- Any news?

- Not yet. I will leave you know.

I'm gettin' impatient, Detroit.

- And what was that about?

- His wife's havin' a baby.

But why is he asking you?

He's nervous. It's his first wife.

I'm expecting a fellow

on important business.

Suddenly I get a suspicion

you are trying to get rid of me.

No, doll, no.

But this fella does big business.

- Supermarket?

- Super, super.

With him, business is business,

and dolls make him nervous.

Besides, you're late for your rehearsal.

Take Adelaide to the Hot Box. In a cab.

- It's only a few blocks.

- The streets are covered with tourists

and I do not want you molested.

Nathan, darling, you are the most

thoughtful man that ever lived.

- But who's gonna pay for the cab?

- I am, of course.

Sky Masterson.

- Detroit.

- Can I believe my eyes? Is it you?

- How goes your percentage of life?

- Not bad, not bad. And you?

- Healthy at the moment.

- Sit for a minute. Relax. Talk.

Or maybe you're in a hurry.

My daddy always said there's only

one time a man should be in a hurry.

When the cops are comin' up the stairs.

How about a coffee?

Maybe a piece of cheesecake?

Thanks. I'm pleased to hear

things go well with you, Nathan.

From communiqus

received in Las Vegas,

we understood that Brannigan

was corkin' up the town.

Who worries about Brannigan?

- How was Vegas?

- Paradise for two weeks.

I gambled in green pastures,

the dice were my cousins

and the dolls were agreeable

with nice teeth and no last names.

You are sure I cannot offer you

cheesecake or strudel?

No, thanks. I just ate.

- How long you gonna be in town?

- Only tonight. Tomorrow I fly to Havana.

Sky, don't think I am a pest,

but do yourself a favour -

eat this last little bite of cheesecake.

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