My Friend Irma Page #4

Will offer you, with the regular

manager-artist contract, the usual 10%.

- Sounds fair.

- And when you get better, you'll get 15%.

- I get 15%?

- Slip of the tongue. I get 15%.

See you know your business, son.

What do you say?

It's not as simple as all that.

I have a partner. I'd like to consult him.

- Well...

- I heard the whole thing. We accept.

- Seymour, this is Mr...

- Just call me Al.

- Yeah. Al, this is my partner, Seymour.

- Glad to know you.

- See how embarrassing it gets?

- It's an occupational disease.

Yeah. Well, boys, what do you say?

- Sounds all right.

- What have we got to lose? Let's go.

Jane?

Yes?

- Are you mad at me?

- No.

- Are you sad at me?

- No, no.

Then why don't you look at me?

Because they have capital punishment

in New York...

and I don't think I can beat the rap.

Sweetie, don't cry. You can't help it.

It's just that nature

gave some girls talent and brains...

and with you, it slipped you a mickey.

I try so hard to please.

I know you do, sweetie, and I hate

to keep jumping all over you all the time...

but why, out of 365 days of the year,

did you have to pick this day to ruin me?

How did I ruin you?

And why is today so important?

Because today I was to be interviewed

for the job as private secretary...

to Richard Rhinelander III, head of

the Rhinelander Investment Company.

- So what?

- So what?

Haven't you ever read in the papers where

a poor secretary marries her wealthy boss?

Why couldn't I be

Mrs. Richard Rhinelander III?

The third? What good is that

if he has two other wives?

Please, honey.

Hello? Yes, Alice.

Yes, I know I'm late for my interview,

but, you see, there's been an accident...

and I haven't got a thing to wear.

Wait a minute, I'll be right down.

I know where I can get some clothes.

No, Jane. No. No, you can't do that.

No!

Jane, no!

I'm gonna like this neighborhood.

We just lose our job.

We ain't got no place to live.

We ain't got from what to eat.

And already you're thinking of luxuries yet.

Steve, you sure this is the right place?

Certainly, this is the right place.

What are you so suspicious about?

I don't know. I think that guy's a phony.

He didn't get them shifty eyes

from watching tennis matches.

Forget it.

Every big shot has a hideaway

where he can have a little privacy...

and this is probably Al's.

Just a minute.

Yes?

This is an office?

Oh, hello. Al will be here in just a minute.

Please, come in, gentlemen.

Just make yourselves at home.

I'll get into something more comfortable.

Oh, dear.

Hey, Steve?

Hey, Steve, I come from a very good family,

and I want to know just one thing.

- Who's got the opium concession here?

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