Just Around the Corner Page #5

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There isn't much to tell.

I told him, and then he told me.

- But he had an edge.

- And he wouldn't even listen

to what you had to say?

Honestly, darling,

even if he is my own uncle--

Don't bother. You can't

call him anything that I haven't.

Jeff, I know how

we can get around him.

- Oh, let's forget about it.

- Oh, so, you're quitting?

I'm not quitting,

but what can I do?

Listen, Jeff, I've been

handling him since I was a little girl...

and I've always

gotten what I wanted.

You won't get anywhere trying to

fight with him. You've got to go around him.

- Come on. Let's try it my way.

- Just to make conversation, what's your way?

- By way of Connecticut. Come on.

- Connecticut?

- What'll we do in Connecticut?

- Get married.

- Married?

- Don't you see? Once you're in the family...

my uncle would have to

do something.

- His pride would be at stake.

- What about my pride?

You can be proud when

the building's built and people live in it.

- It's a failure now. You can't be proud of that.

- You don't understand.

What good would it do me

to get it that way?

Supposing it flopped?

Then look. Married.

Starting out married life

in the basement.

But, darling, I don't care

where I live if it's with you.

That's what you think now. But you wouldn't

think so as month after month passed on.

First, you'd make up with the old weasel,

then you'd start calling on the penthouse.

Before long, you'd see no reason why

I shouldn't move up there with you.

So that's what you think of me. That's how

much faith you have in my love for you.

I'm trying to be realistic.

Don't tell yourself stories.

Just because you're a quitter,

you think I'm a quitter too.

So I'm a quitter?

That's a lovely sentiment.

Nice to know. All right.

I'll prove it to you.

- I'm quitting right now.

- Good. That suits me fine.

You couldn't stand

any more good news today.

Mother's little lamb!

Now you go to the playroom,

darling.

Be sure and play only with the good

little boys and girls.

Be careful of your nice,

new suit.

Oh-ooh! Darling!

[Blows]

Haven't you

forgotten something?

Oh.

[French]

[Laughs]

Au revoir, mon petit.

Now, don't forget to come back

for cocktailstea, darling.

Mother wants to show you off

to her friends.

[Sighs]

- Mow 'em down! Give 'em some more!

- [Gun Clicking]

That's what you squealers

always get.

- [Chattering In Agreement]

- I guess that'll teach ya a lesson.

- You can't fool a G-woman.

- "G-man"!

- How many times do I gotta--

- You can't fool a G-man.

Now we'll get

the other rat what squealed.

- Who is he, Mugsy?

- [Kids] Not me!

Aw, cut it out, Mugsy.

I had enough the last time.

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