One Girl's Confession Page #5

Now, Smooch, you know you're my only one.

You must have tried already

and she told you off.

What a clever girl! You know, I adore you!

-You know what you are?

-No foul language in my place.

-Good night, Mary. Good night.

-Good night, Bill.

You left some dishes there.

Mary, why are... Why don't you go home?

-Well, I didn't know. I thought that...

-Go home, sure. Good night.

-Good night.

-Good night, darling. Have nice dreams.

And include me, occasionally.

I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you.

Why didn't you say something?

Say something?

You didn't give me a chance.

Am I glad it's you.

Well, I knew I was a lady-killer, but

I didn't expect to make such a hit with you.

Say, how come...

I mean, what are you doing here?

Waiting for you. Took a chance.

Let's go up and sit

and watch the ocean for a while, huh?

Gee, you gave me a scare!

I can't understand you. What's the matter?

You afraid of the streets at night?

Maybe I'd better pick you up every night.

I won't charge you for it.

It's nothing.

I'm just a little bit edgy, but I'll get over it.

I like boats.

-I like that sound.

-Yeah, that's my language.

You know, sometimes

when I'm out on the open sea,

I don't hear anything else for days.

That must be wonderful!

Away from the world.

It's a bit lonesome, sometimes.

Hey, why don't you come out with me

your next day off? You'd love it.

-Do you go out there for fun, or...

-I should say not. It's my business.

I sell fish to all these gents around here.

Does it pay?

It's a clean business. Lots of water.

I just got a cranky old boat now,

but I put in for a loan, and when I get it,

I'm going to start really big.

-What loan? What do you mean?

-A bank loan I applied for.

Gonna get new equipment,

high-powered motor boat.

You know, I can make $700 or $800 a month,

just like that.

How much did you...

I mean, how much of a loan do you need?

You considering financing me?

Sure. Just a minute, here's my contribution.

-What kind of a joke's this?

-It's no joke. It's your quarter.

-You left it on the table.

-Now, wait a minute. I was a customer,

you waited on me.

It's the usual thing to leave a tip.

I know. I'm not angry. It's just that, well,

suddenly I felt that I couldn't take it.

Not from you. Please, take it back.

Well, that can only mean that

you consider me more than a customer.

-No, don't.

-Why? Somebody else?

No, not somebody, something.

I can't tell you.

I don't want to get involved, not now.

Maybe someday I'll tell you.

You know you lied to me, don't you? You

said there was somebody waiting for you.

Well, weren't you?

I said no.

He's nice.

His eyes are so honest and his voice, soft.

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