No Man of Her Own Page #4

Now, wait a minute.

Just wasting your money,

mister.

Yeah?

(CLANKING)

Told you so.

Now put your nickel in.

Not gonna waste

any more of my money.

No, no, no, go on.

The next one's a jackpot.

All right, if I lose...

(COINS CLATTERING)

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

We ought to go whacks on that.

That's what you say.

Hey, come back here.

Hello, Connie.

Hello.

Hello, Connie.

Hello, George.

Thanks, George.

Who's the live wire?

That's Connie Randall,

the librarian. Cute trick.

But oh, boy, is she a handful.

Yeah?

Mattie, this gentleman

would like a book.

Right over there.

Thank you.

Name?

Jerry Stewart.

Address?

Palace Hotel.

Will you remain here long?

Well, that all depends.

References?

Ask anybody.

Do I have to get through

all this to get a book?

Well, you see,

it's only a matter of...

Or you can make a deposit.

$2, which will be refunded

when you return the book.

Thank you.

Here's your card.

And thank you.

Are you familiar

with the library?

No.

Well, then,

if you'll follow me...

What kind of book

do you want?

I don't know.

What could you suggest?

Well, there's poetry.

Well...

Drama?

No.

Fiction?

No.

Well, would you like

Shakespeare?

Oh, Shakespeare's all right,

but you know how it is.

Some nights you just

don't feel like Shakespeare.

No.

Do your eyes bother you?

No, why?

They bother me.

What kind of a book

would you like?

Do you keep Einstein?

Now tell me, do you

really want a book or...

Sure, sure, I want a book.

History of France... No.

Junior Classics... No, no.

Between Two Thieves...

Mister... Whatever

your name is. Stewart.

Stewart. I'm sorry,

I'm very busy.

I'm sorry, too.

You'll find everything you want,

and if you don't find what you want,

you can call me, and I'll

come try and take care of it.

Miss Randall, can I

have the key to... Yes.

(IMITATING CHILD) Oh, Miss Randall,

can I have that book up there?

History?

Well, that blue.

The Land of Romance?

Oh, no, no, no. That blue.

The British Isles?

No, no.

Are you showing me a grand time, mister,

or are you showing me a grand time?

(CHUCKLING)

No. Oh, excuse me.

I refuse to.

But you're the librarian.

You've got to tell me

what time you close.

Stick around and find out.

All right. That's a date.

Just the New York cowboy,

aren't you?

Passing through and giving the

little small-town girl her big moment.

You'd be lovely to have around, just to

sprinkle the flowers with your personality.

That twinkle in your eye.

Wrap it up for me, will you?

You could be nice,

try it sometime.

I'd even be nice,

if you liked it.

You write the words

and the music, don't you?

Clever girl.

Yes, I thought

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