Moon Over Miami Page #2

- Sounds like quite a clambake.

Well, it's been going on long enough.

This is the third day.

Disgusting!

Oh, I'm sorry, madam.

Sorry, madam.

A party like that must be costing

Mr. Bolton a- a small fortune.

- To him, a mere pittance.

- Does, uh, Mrs. Bolton like it?

There ain't no

Mrs. Bolton.

Oh, say, I better not open this here

with all these dresses around.

I'll take it in the kitchen.

- Say, have you a fresh napkin, please?

- A napkin? Oh, yes. Here.

Thanks. Say, I should've been here earlier.

This'd gone kind of nice with your dinner.

Believe me, it needed something to

wash down that breast of guinea hen.

- For mine, I'll take a

good-old hamburger anytime.

- You would?

That's what I'd like, a girl to be

satisfied to tear a hamburger with me.

That's if I could find a girl

who could cook one the way I like it.

Yeah? Well.

You never had a hamburger till you've tasted

one the way I cook it-with guacamala sauce.

Guacamala sauce?

Sounds kind of interesting.

We'll have to go

into that sometime.

- You bet we will.

- Oh! Oh, excuse me.

Oh, my goodness.

- Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

- That's quite all right.

Sometimes this stuff

fizzes all over the place.

- I just didn't want to take any chances.

- No, of course not.

You're fond of champagne, I trust?

Oh, I don't know what I would have done

without it all these years.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

- Madame.

- Oh, thank you.

- To the gracious Mr. Bolton.

- To Mr. Bolton.

- Something wrong?

- Oh, no! It's perfect!

Uh, that is, it's-it's quite nice.

I, uh, I suppose the hotel's full of

wonderful people this season as usual.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

There's some awful nice people here.

Of course, a rich resort like Miami

also gets some that ain't so nice.

- Really?

- Sure, they just come down here

to chisel, that's all.

Uh, just what are these people

you seem so much against?

Fortune hunters, gold diggers.

Yes, and if there's anything in life

I hate, it's gold diggers.

But I can spot 'em. I can spot fortune

hunters the minute I see them. Like that.

- You can?

- I certainly can.

And, uh, all the gold diggers

ain't women.

Well, maybe-

Well, I was thinking-

- Maybe you could help me.

- Me?

Yeah, you bet.

I could steer you straight.

When you're mingling with rich people

who wouldn't be after your money...

I'll give you the okay.

But if I see you in danger of any of

those chiselers, I'll signal keep clear.

- And you'll do it. Promise?

- I promise.

Well, I guess I'd better be

getting back to the party.

If you want anything,

just ask forJack, bar service.

- Thanks very much, Jack.

I'll depend on you.

- You're welcome.

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