Hot Saturday

Make it a certified

check for $183.28.

$183.28?

Yes.

And make it payable to the

Hartford Wholesale Produce Company.

The Hartford Wholesale

Produce Company.

Yeah.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Shoot that down

to Ruth, Fred.

Okay.

For Ruth.

Yeah, I know. Hey,

forward pass, frog face.

My check book positively says $11.21.

You know

what happens?

This check gets

thrown back in my lap.

For five years

I do business here,

and now I should

get insulted?

You didn't make any checking

deposit last Saturday,

only savings.

(LAUGHS) Is that so?

Well, I'm laughing.

I was telling Mrs. Ginsberg this morning

that someday

I'll be a millionaire

like this

Romer Sheffield.

ARCHIE:
Goodbye,

Mr. Ginsberg.

No!

Oh, have a heart, Ruth.

I get no pleasure

out of life.

For the fifth time, no.

Just you and me alone.

I thought that was

coming. No, thanks.

ARCHIE:
Well, why not?

One session of your football

technique lasts a lifetime.

You might as well

give up, frog face.

I'm going to ask Ruth

out this Saturday myself.

Any fleas?

Back in your cage, gorilla!

The girls fluttered when

he asked them to dance.

Scram, rube.

How about it, baby?

You take a lot

for granted.

It takes a lot

to satisfy me.

Shall we make

a hot Saturday of it?

Well, that depends upon

the degree of heat.

You can run the

temperature. What do you say?

The whole crowd's going

out to Willow Springs.

Okay. I'd be bored to

death staying in town.

There you are, Eva.

Now, run along and drive your Aunt

Minnie around for her shopping.

Of course, Father.

Thanks a lot.

All right.

Father, may I have the car

tonight and Saturday night?

(CLEARS THROAT)

It doesn't seem

proper for you

to take the car out

at night so much.

It may lead to

undesirable...

Why, Father.

Undesirable gossip.

It's indiscreet.

You know I'd never do

anything unbecoming.

No, no, no,

of course I...

Well, I guess

it'll be all right.

(LAUGHS)

Thanks, dear. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hey, Eva!

Hello, Archie.

What's on your mind?

Well, look, Eva. Conny's

taking Ruth Saturday, isn't he?

So what?

Well, how about

you going with me?

It's a date.

Oh, that's swell.

You haven't been out

with me for a month.

Saturday after lunch.

Dad's giving me

the closed car.

Better yet. My feet get cold

when I park in those roadsters.

Hey, hey.

And I said to the

Reverend Botts that I...

Hello, Eva.

WOMEN:
How are you, dear?

How do you do?

And I told the Reverend Botts

that I thought the City Council

should call on

that Romer Sheffield

and demand that

he leave town.

(SCOFFS) The idea of bringing

her out here to his summer home

and living

with her openly!

It's a disgrace

to the community.

You're absolutely right.

He's a vile influence, too. Yes.

Look!

Romer, look.

What?

Well, we must be going.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Bye.

I'll only be

a minute, Camille.

All right.

Good morning,

Mr. Sheffield.

Hello, Conny,

how are you?

Just fine, thank you.

I'm pretty busy.

Good. Then the bank's

still solvent, eh?

Oh, yes, sir.

RUTH:
Yes, Mr. Smith.

Yes, Mr. Smith.

I rechecked your

statement personally.

The balance is correct.

Good morning, Miss Brock.

Oh, good morning.

Perhaps you failed to

deduct the government tax.

Yes, there's a two cent tax

on every check you write.

Oh, no, no,

not just for Democrats,

the Republicans

have to pay it, too.

All right.

Goodbye, Mr. Smith.

What can I do for you,

Mr. Sheffield?

Just talk to me, will you?

I like to hear you talk.

I haven't time.

Yes. I've noticed that.

Somehow, every time I come into the

bank you always manage to be busy.

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