Jimmy the Gent Page #4

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out of your salary for that glass.

Well, I fired him, the little sneak.

It was all Corrigan's fault.

My dear child, you mustn't let these little

contretemps disturb you.

After all, what is Jimmy Corrigan to you?

Nothing. Not a thing.

Only...

Yes?

Well, I hate to think of him

well anybody, for that matter,

being so low.

Oh, but don't you see?

Unless you wish to avoid life,

like a coward,

you've got to contact the Corrigans of this world.

Business, politics,

all our modern civilization demands

that people with ethics

get into the fight for decency.

You said it.

And so I'm going down this red hot second

and tell Jimmy Corrigan just what I think

of him if it's the last thing I ever do.

All right, how old was ya when

you left Atlanta, Georgia?

Er... I was 14 years old, sir.

Right. And... what were your father's

and mother's names?

Elizabeth Ann and Roger Smith Worthington,

sir.

Right again.

Did you have any brothers and sisters?

Yes, sir, I had a sister, sir.

And what was her name?

Geez, I'm never gonna remember

that dame's handle.

Abigail you fathead, Abigail!

Abigail. Yes, sir.

Little Abby, we used to call her.

You see, I was a bit confused, sir.

What was you confused about?

Cause after last time I didn't have no sister,

see? You stuck her in.

Cut that out.

Remember you're a southern gentleman,

you mug, a southern gentleman.

Now give him the line again,

give him the line.

Okay, boss. Look, here,

southern gentleman,

you must say "sho'nuff".

Sho'nuff?

Yes, sir. Then you must say "y'all".

Yall.

Y'all.

Y'all can impose the utmost confidence

in me, sir.

A Worthington, sir. A Georgia Worthington.

All right, Eddie. Take him down

to those lawyers.

And if he starts making a mistake,

kick him in the shins.

And if he makes any...

tie an anvil around his neck

and drop him in a drink.

Go ahead.

Okay, boss.

Look here, Colonel Abigail...

If y'all run out of words,

sing "My Ole Kentucky Home".

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Well, well.

If it ain't little Joanie.

How are you, baby? Come on in.

Cigarette?

No, thanks.

I've been thinking about you, baby.

I wish you wouldn't, Jimmy.

What?

Think about me.

What's the matter?

I'm liable to catch something hanging

out in your mind.

Oh, I don't see you for months

and the first thing you do is insult me.

Yes, if it's possible.

Well you're doing all right for a start.

What's in your mind?

Ronnie Gatson.

Why, the dirty little rat.

Did he squeal?

No, I caught him.

Oh, that's a shame.

You mean you're sorry, Jimmy?

Yeah, sure I'm sorry.

It spoils my whole setup

Oh, that's it.

You know I never like to see anybody

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