Kid Galahad Page #5

- Who's Galahad?

- Shut up. Who needs him?

You're a big girl now. And when you're

not big enough, you call on me.

Look, you two can have a nice fight later,

all right?

Dolly, please take Eagle Scout away

before Ralphie wakes up and kills him.

- To where?

- Anywhere. Just get him out of here.

Okay, come on.

- How could the army afford to let you go?

- Now, wait a minute.

Willy, be sensible, huh? Maynard.

Howie, you should've seen him.

- What a beautiful right hand...

- Forget it, Joie, go to your room...

before the trouble starts.

Now, like I asked you, who's Galahad?

Howie, didn't you ever go to school

or read a book?

I'm not asking for smart answers

to a simple question.

Besides, I'm paid up here two weeks

in advance.

Galahad was a knight in a tin suit.

A hero with a halo.

You understand that?

Very courteous to broads, as I remember.

Galahad was what they call

a Knight of the Round Table, Howie.

He was also something of a square.

I can't state this as a positive fact,

but he probably died very young.

- It's a real nice place.

- It's nice enough.

I used to work here, singing.

- You did?

- We won't go into that.

Hey, you got a dime?

Look. Go inside Lieberman's here,

there's a phone booth on the right.

The number is Cream Valley 1732.

You get Lew on the phone and

ask him if it's all right if we come back now.

Is that you, Dolly?

- Did you have to sneak up on me?

- You know me, Dolly...

- always minding the store.

- Yeah.

- We missed you, Dolly.

- Thank you, Max.

The same nice families

keep coming up and they all ask:

- "How's Dolly?"

- That's very nice.

Anytime you want to leave

that hooligan down the road...

your old job's waiting for you right here.

I think you know better than that, Max.

It's love, huh?

Well, if that's the right word for it, yes.

I met him right here.

Right here, three summers ago.

It's no different now?

Why kid myself?

It's still just like a ride on a rocket,

whenever he's nice to me.

That young soldier,

they expect to make a fighter out of him?

I imagine they will.

Over somebody's dead body.

Very likely his own.

What's he expect to find in there?

John L. Sullivan?

It's kind of a surprise.

Something I saw earlier.

- Saw what?

- You'll see.

Oh, you mean that thing?

I'll show you. Come on.

Grab a hold of the other one.

- Get out of here.

- Why not?

For two bucks, right down the road...

you can hire a horse, that's why not.

We don't need no horse, Lew.

Come on, let's pull it down.

I want to show you something.

All right, Galahad. Boy, I'm telling you...

Wait a minute.

I'm telling you,

you're not gonna get that thing out of there.

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