Kid Galahad Page #3

breaks out in a rash?

Don't Iet him know. Keep him off guard.

You couId outsmart him out of his shirt.

What are you so sore about anyway?

The kid's onIy a beIIhop.

We weren't doing anything.

I was onIy showing him

how to mix a few drinks.

Oh, I'm fed up

with your being jeaIous aII the time.

HeIIo, SiIver. What's aII the excitement?

FLUFF:

Oh, it's just a famiIy squabbIe.

Smart girI.

Yeah, she got sore

because I cracked about the beIIhop.

Yeah.

Not a bad-Iooking kid at that.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

This is no pIace to entertain.

Pardon me, miss.

They've ordered four absinthe frapps

out there and I don't know what that is.

FLUFF:

Remember what I toId you.

Gin with Iots of ice in it, aIways.

-Hi, Red.

BUZZ:
Hi, Midge.

[MUSIC AND CHATTERING STOPS]

-HeIIo, Irene.

IRENE:
Hi, toots.

Oh, heIIo, Nick.

How are you?

We thought we'd drop in and teII you

we're sorry you and your fighter busted up.

Yeah, I'm gIad you came.

The more the merrier.

You gIad to see me, Nick?

Sure. No hard feeIings

because you poIished off my fighter.

Say, if aII your scraps are as easy

as that one, you'II be champion yet.

Is that a crack?

Now, why wouId it be a crack?

Come on, quit sounding off.

This is a party.

Why, certainIy.

Come on, girIs,

make yourseIves at home.

Oh, crowd, meet the boys.

-Morgan, McGraw, Buzz Stevens.

-Howdy, feIIows.

-FIuff, take care of the girIs.

-Sure.

Come on now, everybody.

Don't Iet this party die.

Louie, get busy on those ivories.

[PIANO PLAYING]

HeIIo, Iambie pie.

WiII you have a drink?

Look out, handsome.

Oh, he's bIushing, girIs.

Come on and dance with me.

Oh, I'm afraid I don't dance.

-Oh, what do you do?

-I'm sorry.

-WeII, not much of anything, I guess.

-Oh, what a pity.

Can I have one of these

pretty, shiny buttons?

That beIIhop certainIy has a magog

for the doIIs, aII right.

Why don't you girIs Iearn to behave?

Come on, be your age.

Sorry, kid.

Thanks.

They're just pIayfuI, Iambie pie.

Don't feeI bad.

Looks as if your sugar

is going for Gooseberry.

Hey, you. BeIIhop.

Come here.

[MUSIC STOPS]

You better go over, kid.

Yes, sir?

FiII this up.

You think you're cute.

Your pants are too Iong to be that cute.

There. Now you Iook reaI cute.

Don't he, Chuck?

[CHUCK LAUGHING]

Why don't you Iugs

Ieave that poor kid aIone?

Keep out of this.

Mind your own business.

-Don't do that to her.

-Why, you chump.

[WOMEN SCREAM]

-I'II murder him.

BUZZ:
Oh, no, you don't.

Lay off. You Ieft yourseIf wide open.

You ain't gonna break your hand

with a punk Iike that and bIow a titIe shot.

Get out of here.

You've caused enough troubIe.

WARD:
I didn't mean to cause any troubIe.

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