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You must come and see me some time.

What do you wanna kill a man for

anyway?

I got plenty of trouble as it is.

Killing won't bother me.

You know, you're too good-looking

to be shot.

- You think so?

- For no particular reason...

...I think I'll take charge of you.

You're the warden.

Keep in step, bedroom eyes.

I knew a guy once who was nuts

about Ping-Pong.

Trying to make this girl learn.

Couldn't play.

- What did he do?

- Got her.

Ooh!

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?

- I hurt you, kid?

- I don't wanna play anymore.

I mean, uh, Ping-Pong.

Gee, I like you.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hm.

Most men start by holding my hand

and telling me how lonesome they are.

Then they talk about love.

Dress it up with a lot of fancy words.

I've got too much vitality for that.

- You've got vitality too.

- Sure.

They start playing hard to get,

I give them the go-by.

Too many girls

with that vitality business around.

Maybe it's an accident.

- You owe me 90 cents.

- Shall I wait for you, Mac?

Good night.

It's Mac. Turn off the lights, Danny.

Well, put them out, go on.

Keep quiet. Maybe he'll think there's

nobody home. He always forgets his key.

- I didn't know this is Mac's spot.

- Keep still, will you?

- I don't two-time pals.

- Oh, he'll go away.

What do you want with me

when you got a swell guy?

Don't talk

about broken-down newspapermen.

- What do you mean broken-down?

- I'm fed up with him.

He's got more money coming

than the mint.

- Coming?

- Sure, didn't he tell you?

An uncle died. Left 54 million bucks.

Made in Asian diamond mines.

- Only three relatives left to split it up.

- Hmm.

The hat.

- Is there a back way out of here?

- No.

- That's the only way out.

- Where's the fire escape?

- By the bedroom window. Come on.

- I'll see you around, sister.

Hello, Mac,

I was in bed thinking about you.

May I join you or am I intruding?

Ohh. Mmm.

McLEAN:

You're doing very well.

I'll raise you to 40 a week. Grover's

satisfied you got the right stuff.

He ought to be.

Nobody gets the pictures I get.

Just make the assignment tough.

I love it.

Yeah?

Okay, send them up.

Here's a tough one for you.

The university class in journalism,

we get a visit once a month.

Rule of the sheet. The new man

shows them around, sort of an initiation.

That's tough enough.

All right, you guys, screw.

Find someplace else

to park your things.

Screw, boys.

Let's go.

You know, Professor Standing says

that the things we'll see here...

...are the things in journalism not to do.

Professor Standing says

that this newspaper...

...is a filthy blot on the escutcheon

of American writing.

- Professor Stand...

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