House of Wax Page #3

This afternoon, in fact.

Certified check. I got it cashed.

The money is in my safe.

- You know what that means, baby?

- No, what?

That little trip

I was talking to you about...

You're such a card!

- How much did you get?

- $25,000.

Where would you like to go? Atlantic City?

Niagara Falls.

We can get the license in Buffalo.

- License?

- Yes. You know.

Legitimate.

Why not? It might be fun.

Waiter, my check.

Pull it tighter, Sue.

I want a waist like Anna Held.

If I pull it any tighter,

you're not going to be able to breathe.

That's all right.

I don't need much breath, anyway.

As my late friend Matty used to say:

"If a girl don't watch her figure,

the men won't."

Wasn't that the man you were to marry?

Yes, but he hung himself instead.

Matty was such a card.

Where is your new friend

gonna take you tonight?

The Hoffman House for dinner,

and then to a vaudeville show.

- That sounds like fun.

- He's a free spender, all right.

Little bit older than I like 'em,

but very distinguished looking.

- Is he nice?

- Awfully nice.

A real gentleman,

except when he has had a couple of drinks.

That's to be expected.

I'm moving up.

I'm moving up in the world, honey.

No girl ever hits the jackpot

till after she passes 14th Street.

- Is that how it goes?

- Sure.

Look at me.

Not too long ago,

I was down on Delancey Street.

And tonight I'll be right up there

among the bright lights on 23rd.

Now, when you get up there tonight,

don't drink too much.

Don't worry, I won't.

He keeps trying to pour the liquor into me,

but I always manage to keep my head.

After all, now that I'm going regular

with a swell...

I got social obligations.

You know how it is when a fella...

No, of course you don't know.

You're not like me. You never could be.

You got all the brains

and all I've got is what I've got.

You know, I'm surprised

you even talk to me.

What nonsense.

You've been so good to me.

Why not?

A girl needs a friend

when she is down on her luck.

Holy smoke! Look at the time.

I've got to hurry.

Did you find a job yet?

No, but they need a hat-check girl

at the Silver Slipper...

and I've got an appointment

with the manager.

I know that fellow. Watch out for him.

- But why? What's the matter with him?

- Nothing much.

- Long as you know how to duck.

- That kind?

Yes.

- Did you eat today?

- I had everything I needed.

To hear you tell it.

- Besides, you're behind in your room rent.

- Mrs. Flannigan will wait for me.

Don't count on that.

The old buzzard

almost locked me out once.

There.

If I don't sizzle him tonight,

I might as well give up.

He's picking me up in a hansom cab.

No trolley for him. He is real society.

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