Some Like It Hot Page #5

DRUNK:

(waving empty cup)

Hey -- I want another cup of coffee.

I want another cup of coffee.

Colombo proceeds toward the table, seats himself, crosses

his legs, takes a handkerchief out of his breast pocket, and

meticulously mops the moist spat. His four companions, their

mission accomplished, join him at the table.

Mulligan, who has been studying Colombo, consults his wrist-

watch. The waiter comes up with his order -- a demitasse

half full of Scotch, and a split of club soda.

MULLIGAN:

Better bring the check now -- in

case the joint gets raided.

WAITER:

Who's going to raid a funeral?

MULLIGAN:

Some people got no respect for the

dead.

The waiter moves off. Mulligan sips from the cup, winces,

takes a cigar out of his pocket and starts to light it. His

eyes wander to the chorus girls.

The girls have gone into a tap-dance. The captain of the

chorus looks toward the bandstand, grins and winks at --

JOE, the saxophone player. He winks back. JERRY, who is

thumping the bass-fiddle behind him, leans forward and taps

Joe on the shoulder.

JERRY:

Say, Joe -- tonight's the night,

isn't it?

JOE:

(eye on tap-dancer)

I'll say.

JERRY:

I mean, we get paid tonight, don't

we?

JOE:

Yeah. Why?

He takes the mouthpiece out of his saxophone, wets the reed.

JERRY:

Because I lost a filling in my back

tooth. I gotta go to the dentist

tomorrow.

JOE:

Dentist? We been out of work for

four months -- and you want to blow

your first week's pay on your teeth?

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