High Society Page #3

BING:

Sure I am. But I'm waiting

for you to grow up.

CAROLINE:

Dexter, for you I'll hurry.

BING:

Yes, you're gonna have to.

TRACY:

I wouldn't have acted the way Tracy did

when you published your song about her.

I wish you'd write a song about me.

BING:

Would you like that? Really?

Well, we ought to be able

to whip something up here.

CAROLINE:

Dexter, that was beautiful.

I consider us engaged.

ARMSTRONG:

Right song, but the wrong girl.

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MOTHER:

Hello? Oh, hello,

Willie, I'm glad you called.

Cousin Martha just phoned.

She wants me to give you lunch.

She wants you out of the house.

Well, where are you?

WILLY:

I'm in the office

of the editor of SPY magazine.

No, no, no.

Spy. lt rhymes with lie.

Right. Now, he wants to send a couple

of reporters up to cover Tracy's wedding.

Now, don't explode, my dear.

I have just read an article right

here on the editor's desk

about your husband and that dancer.

You know.

MOTHER:

But it's blackmail.

Beside, Tracy would never allow it.

WILLY:

Now, if you will allow

a reporter and a photographer

Into your home to

cover Tracy's wedding

I have the editor's word

as a gentleman

that he will withhold

the article on your husband.

MOTHER:

All right, Willie,

I suppose we have no choice.

Tracy'll hit the ceiling.

Goodbye.

TRACY:

Mother!

George came early. I'll tell Edward

to set another place for lunch.

CAROLINE:

I'm pooped.

MOTHER:

No, dear, you're enervated.

CAROLINE:

I'm pooped too.

TRACY:

There is one thing

I want understood right now.

No member of my family is to

invite Dexter-Haven into this house

until after I am married and gone.

I will not have my wedding

spoiled by intruders.

MOTHER:

Tracy.

TRACY:

Yes?

MOTHER:

I'm afraid we'll have to endure

a couple of intruders.

I've just talked to Uncle Willie.

CAROLINE:

Uncle Willie's an evil old man.

Did he invite a couple painted ladies?

MOTHER:

Please, Caroline. Run along, dear.

And roll down your trousers.

Your Uncle Willie wants us to

have a photographer and reporter

from SPY magazine cover your wedding.

TRACY:

Is he out of his mind?

Intimate pictures of my wedding

In that barbershop magazine?

He can't be serious.

MOTHER:

He's quite serious.

If we don't allow them

this magazine will publish a rather

unsavory article about your father.

TRACY:

Good. I couldn't be happier.

It serves him right.

MOTHER:

You mustn't be vindictive.

As Uncle Willie points out,

you'll only make George suffer.

You owe it to him to suppress

this if you possibly can.

TRACY:

And I'm to be examined, undressed and

generally humiliated at 15 cents a copy?

No.

MOTHER:

Have some compassion, Tracy.

TRACY:

But this is intolerable. The idea

of letting Father off scot-free.

No, I won't do it. And in

our house, watching every move.

Why, jotting down notes on how we sit

And talk and eat and move

just to save Father's face, no.

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