High Society Page #4
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MOTHER:
Tracy --
TRACY:
No!
MOTHER:
For me, please?
TRACY:
sorry you ever let Father go.
MOTHER:
For George and for me, Tracy.
TRACY:
Oh, all right.
I can't stand seeing you hurt.
MOTHER:
Thank you, dear.
TRACY:
All right. Let them send their spies.
I'll give them a story.
MOTHER:
Now, Tracy.
TRACY:
I'll give them a slant on Newport home
life that will stand their hair on end.
MOTHER:
Tracy, promise me you'll behave
like a lady in front of these creatures.
TRACY:
I promise.
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LIZZY:
Looks like the sort of place
where treaties are signed.
FRANK:
Or wars declared.
LIZZY:
Maybe we should have gone
to the service entrance.
FRANK:
Maybe this is the service entrance.
LIZZY:
I don't understand how the Lords ever
got talked into letting us come down here.
FRANK:
lt's publicity, they love it.
It's a wonder they didn't roll
out the red carpet.
LIZZY:
Mike, I don't like this assignment.
FRANK:
Neither do I, Liz, but I like to eat.
LIZZY:
How do you do?
FRANK:
I think we're expected.
Mike Connor and Miss Imbrie.
We're from SPY magazine.
BUTLER:
I'll tell Mrs. Lord you're here.
Please wait in the south parlor.
FRANK:
The south parlor.
LIZZY:
But of course.
BUTLER:
The family will be here
directly to welcome you.
LIZZY:
I wonder what with.
FRANK:
The south parlor.
LIZZY:
That's right.
FRANK:
Would you have four footmen
bring me a large ashtray, please?
LIZZY:
Mike, be careful what you say.
We may be wired for sound.
FRANK:
They couldn't pay me to
live in a joint like this.
LIZZY:
You know, they won't.
FRANK:
I'd have more respect for this
dame if she'd throw us out.
LIZZY:
Don't make snap judgments.
remember?
FRANK:
Yeah.
Hey, Liz.
Look at that loot that they collected.
LIZZY:
Wow. They must run a hockshop
on the side.
What's the matter?
FRANK:
The joint's full of spies.
LIZZY:
That ought to make us feel at home.
Move over.
Thank you.
FRANK:
Look at this, Liz. All the comforts.
Lousy with phones. South parlor,
sunroom, terrace, pool, stables. Stables?
LIZZY:
I always knew horses could talk.
Mike, don't!
MOTHER:
Yes?
FRANK:
This is the voice of doom.
MOTHER:
What?
FRANK:
This is to tell you your days are numbered.
MOTHER:
Hello? Oh, dear.
One of the servants has been
At the sherry again.
LIZZY:
Look, Huckleberry, you'll get us tossed
out of here before we get a story.
FRANK:
Stop worrying.
You just watch the old master
put them through the loops.
LIZZY:
I'll watch, professor.
the Seth Lord ancestors.
There certainly can be no
other reason for hanging them.
Can't say they look very bright.
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