No Time for Love Page #5

When a guy gets a feeling he

knows a little about women...

...and then along comes something like you...

...it puts him right back in short pants.

How was that chair better than me?

Well, it had grace and

quiet dignity, and beauty.

Oh.

Naturally you don't understand.

I think you're talking through your ears.

Like I said, a chair is

made to hold people up.

That one couldn't. I can.

Put me down this minute.

If you want to leave a chair,

you get up and walk away from it.

Try and get away from me. If you

don't let me go, I'll scream for help.

Now you've got something to scream about.

Oh, you coward. Kissing a woman.

What am I supposed to kiss?

Well, I feel better now. I've

got my long pants on again.

Wait a minute. What are you insinuating now?

Why didn't you scream?

I'm no child.

I see you're not, but I

don't think you know it.

No, I might get interested. So long.

Superman!

Mr. Ryan, of all the conceited...

Look, everybody. See what I found.

Isn't he gorgeous? Superman.

Mr. Ryan, these are friends of mine.

This is Mr. Ryan, the sandhog

you saw in the pictures.

He just came to return a tripod.

In the bedroom?

Well, couldn't he return

it in the living room?

Miss McDonnell, Mr. Ryan. Hello.

And my sister, Miss Grant. How do you do?

Mr. Fulton, the publisher of Mirror Magazine.

How're you? Mr. Dunbar, the playwright.

How do you do? Hello.

Mr. Kent, the... And Mr.

Roger Winant, the composer.

Kate was telling us how

you destroyed Local 908

...of your union today. Only three.

Don't be bashful, man, we know

there must have been a dozen.

I said there was three.

"Were" three, chum.

Thanks, dollface.

But you haven't a mark.

Did you blow them down?

Oh, leave him alone.

My dear, do you think we

could harm this Viking?

Perhaps Mr. Ryan would like

to enlarge on the gory details.

Great idea. Act it out, will you?

I'll give you some background music.

That's enough. It's okay, babe.

Well, if you really want to

hear it... We're breathless.

May sound sort of bragging. Oh, naturally.

Well, as I said, there were three

of them. Weren't you frightened?

No, I always remember something

my father told me years ago.

He said, "If it's Saturday night

and a horse steps on your head...

"get out of the gutter

because you're drunk. " Get it?

Frankly, no.

So, the three of them come charging in.

Clancy leads with his stomach, like yours.

So I hook him, like that, only harder.

Then I grabbed the other two guys.

And banged their heads together, like that.

After that we all had a beer and went home.

What does it say in the

book about head bandages?

So long. So long, kid. Thanks for the laughs.

Darling, I think you owe me an explanation.

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