Jinxed! Page #3

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- Thas a baseball player.

And don't pull a St. Louis Cardinal on me

either 'cause thas a baseball player, too.

Can't judge a girl by her trailer, can you?

Not this girl.

All right. How about a Scarlet Pimpernel?

Thas a movie starring Leslie Howard.

Probably before your time.

Would you do me a favor and just go?

- I know what you want.

- Please go.

- You want to hear me do a robin?

- No.

Sure you do. Tweety, tweet, tweet.

- I'm supposed to be real impressed by that?

- Yeah, you should be.

- There's only one bird I want to hear you do.

- Yeah, whas that?

Can you do a pigeon?

Well, you tell me this:

Can you do a red-cheeked nightingale?

- Thas okay. Come on.

- No!

You know what else?

I do a great rooster, too.

Yeah, the best. Cock of the walk.

- Hiya, whiskers.

- His name is Angus.

Angus, huh?

- Hey, come here, you.

- No.

- Come here. Come on.

- Not again.

- Come on.

- No.

Well, maybe just a quickie.

You're so wonderful when you laugh.

You're wonderful.

Hey, can I ask you something?

- I'll never walk again.

- Come on.

Let me ask you something.

I was 15. He was a traveling salesman.

- No, that wasn't the question.

- With a very small route.

- No, that wasn't the question.

- No?

You want to know about the guy I live with?

Oh, my God.

I hate to think what would happen

if he caught us together. Jesus.

Whoa. Okay. I'm gone.

But that still wasn't the question.

What was the question?

What was the question?

- Whas your name?

- My name is Bonita Friml.

- Whas yours?

- Willie Brodax. My pleasure.

- No, my pleasure.

- Good.

Nice having you over. Nice having you.

All right.

I'll be seeing you.

Magic? All right!

I'm sorry, babe.

- You smell like a brewery. Drunk again.

- No, I ain't drunk.

But I got a hangover.

I'll just get you a cup of coffee,

all right, babe?

You know what I want.

- Harold, I'm not in the mood.

- Only one of us has to be.

Why don't you put on that baby doll outfit

I got you in Vegas? Go on.

- I suppose you want the wig, too.

- Why not?

- What the hell are you doing in there?

- I can't find the baby dolls.

I must have put them in the dirty laundry.

Oh, Harold.

- Where are you going?

- I just want to talk to you, hon.

- Harold, tell me something. If you win big...

- When I win big.

Yeah, when you win big. Then what?

I don't know. Les go to Acapulco.

Oh, Harold. Not the same old story again.

Let me just try to put myself...

inside that screwed-up mind of yours

for a minute, Bonita.

Feel free, Harold.

The thought thas going

through that little blonde head of yours...

is when Harold busts this patsy,

he's gonna be so goddamn happy...

he won't miss you if you leave.

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