No Time for Love Page #4

so I figured I'd wise you up.

...that you're wasting

your time. End of the line.

You are living proof that men

can exist without mentality.

Is it actually within the limits.

...of your exalted ego to believe.

...that a woman of education and love.

...of the finer graces could fall for you?

I don't get all that.

Well, may I put it this way?

At home, in my bedroom, I have

an inanimate object, a chair...

...that has 10 times more

quality and character than you.

A chair? A chair, Mr. Groundhog. Good day.

A chair.

Hey, mush mouth, this belongs to the lady.

If you run, you can catch her.

Hey, wait a minute. I'll

see that she gets it.

How about a ride back? No,

dearie, you're too knobby.

Well, next time...

Safe to come in? Yes, all right.

I'm dying to see the ape.

Can he talk or does he

just grunt and make signs?

Wait till you see his picture.

A mental throwback to the alphabet soup era.

Maybe we could put him under

contract and exhibit him.

King Kong! Looks as though

he would eat his own folks.

That's a good picture. The

lighting on the shoulder.

Yeah, I'll say it is!

Wait till I call the mob.

Oh, no, Hoppy!

Hey, come see what Kate found in a hole.

A mouse? Oh, where?

No, the abysmal brute. Come on.

What? What is it? Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, It. Well, what is it?

It's a tableau representing

the brotherhood of man.

It's one sandhog against the world.

The world being the other

three sandhogs he knocked out.

He did all that alone? He's sweet.

Well, he's the nearest thing to

primordial man I've ever encountered.

And the one encounter was more than enough.

But, Kate, one can't be expected

to have all those muscles and think.

Well, dear, Christley wanted you

to photograph life in the raw...

...and you've given it to him. With onions.

Christley is not getting

that picture for publication.

Why not?

Well, Henry, if that were published...

...those men would lose their jobs.

I don't want to be responsible for that.

Excuse me.

You know, beneath her exalted

exterior, there actually beats a heart.

Oh.

You left this in the tunnel.

Thanks, I was going to phone.

And while I'm here, I'd

like to see that chair.

What chair? The one that's better than me.

Oh.

Well, perhaps I was exaggerating a little.

I can decide that. Just show me the chair.

All right.

This? That.

What do I owe you?

An apology.

A chair's supposed to

be made to sit on. I sat.

I'm not speaking about the chair.

You made certain remarks today.

I'd rather hear about the chair.

What was it you said?

That it had 10 times more

quality and character than me?

"Had" is right. Will you go now?

You kind of spoiled my supper tonight.

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