Ladies of Leisure Page #4

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I've got a better idea.

Don't get started.

Your father's yacht is lying in a harbor

just dying to go somewhere.

For two cents I'd take you up.

Darling, that means yes.

What a beautiful, easy husband

you'll be to manage.

Look, Jerry.

We'll map out the course at dinner.

Come on, Bill, before he changes his mind.

Don't rush me. I too have my art.

Well, to a lost hope.

Oh, come on, Bill.

Well, if you trip over anything, it's me.

Do you remember that lovely place

we went in Chicago...

Come on, I'll show you that pretty girl,

darling.

Bye, angel.

Take care of the bar, Jerry.

Thanks, I'll see myself out.

- What are you laughing at?

- You're no artist. You give up too easy.

I knew you were only an amateur.

But I can work.

Come on, let's go ahead and play art.

I'm not paying you $2 an hour

for your opinion of art or of me.

All you have to do is sit there

and look up.

And shut up.

Yes, sir.

Chin up, please.

It's just a ceiling.

I don't care what anybody says,

it's just a ceiling.

Hey, Kay, are you up?

Up? I'm nearly out.

All I know is I've got a stiff neck.

I rode in one of those rumble seats

last night.

Sweet spirits of Zachary.

Where did you get the uniform?

Bought it.

I didn't know Woolworth sold clothes.

Don't show your ignorance.

This frock...

- Frock?

- You heard me. Frock.

When a dress costs over a hundred bucks

it's a frock.

All that's worrying me

is my neck is killing me.

Oh, wait, I'll fix it for you.

- Where is it?

- Right there.

- There?

- Hm-hm.

How does that feel?

Oh, no kidding, Dot.

A century and a half

this dress set me back.

Don't you like it?

You look like somebody else.

I am somebody else.

I'm little red riding hood.

That's his idea of a good time.

You know the old bromide.

When in Greece open a restaurant.

Yeah? I'll take mink.

What's the matter with this sap of yours?

Is he a Scotsman or something?

I ain't so sure he's sap at all.

He's a whole lot different.

I can't make him out.

You mean to tell me he ain't

even falling for you?

Falling? He ain't even tripping.

He don't look at me.

He looks right through me.

I'm just part of his routine,

like his paints and brushes.

Say, if I didn't know you real well

I'd say you were going sour.

What do you do up there all day long?

Just sit around and look at the ceiling.

I'm supposed to see the stars,

the great, big, beautiful stars.

Stop, stop, you're breaking my heart.

And the picture he's painting,

he's gonna call it Hope.

Hope?

Yeah, he thinks I'm just full of hope.

I think he's just full of hop.

Listen try to call me at 4 o'clock,

will you?

Gee, Dot, you sleep too much.

You're getting awful fat.

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