The Big Clock Page #7

You mean

write his biography?

Who'd buy it?

Earl would.

You know, that's

a very interesting idea,

but not in my line.

What time is it?

You'll excuse me, but...

What?

Holy smoke.

We've missed our train.

There are other trains.

My wife will never

forgive me.

You'd better bring two more.

Make 'em triples.

With green mint.

Green.

Horrible.

She left?

I was supposed

to pick her up.

Hey, just a minute,

will ya?

She picked herself up,

Mr. Stroud,

and she said

if you weren't at the station

by train time, she was leaving.

Thanks, Daisy.

If I don't get

to that phone, I'm gonna

be in trouble at home.

Trouble?

You don't know

the meaning of the word.

If you don't mind.

Hello. Everything all right?

Wouldn't even wait a couple

of minutes for me.

I give up my job,

jeopardize my career

for her sake,

and she won't even wait

a couple of minutes.

That's the trouble

with the world:
time.

There's too much of it.

Greenwich time,

mean time,

mountain standard time,

double British

summer time.

There's

too much of it.

Down with it all.

Man against time.

Tonight we fight

behind the barricades.

Barkeep, where are

those two drinks?

Here.

Don't shilly-shally.

Let's have 'em.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

I hope nothing's damaged.

Here, use mine.

It's bigger.

If you wish, I'll have

your handkerchief dried.

Just get us a couple

of dry drinks.

With green mint.

With green ink...

uh, mint.

Don't forget that.

Oh.

My singing lessons.

Didn't realize Hagen

was a music lover.

He just signs the checks

for Earl, who also happens

not to love music.

Well, we'll throw

clocks at him.

Green clocks.

Come on. Let's get clocks.

Hundreds of'em, all green.

You can forget

those other two drinks.

White clocks, yellow clocks,

brown clocks, blue clocks.

Ah, Miss York, where are

the green clocks

of yesteryear?

Hey, a picture!

How do they expect

to sell things like that?

If that's what I think it is,

it's gonna be worth a lot

of lettuce one of these days.

This is the object, madam?

Yes.

Where did you find it?

It was part of a lot.

A lot of what?

A lot of things.

A consignment.

I admit it is a trifle...

a trifle...

How much

do you want for it?

Well, I haven't set

a price for it yet.

Ten dollars?

Well, that's quite cheap,

but considering its condition...

I'll give ya $20.

I didn't realize

this was an auction.

Ten dollars,

and you needn't wrap it.

Just a moment, please.

If this gentleman thinks

it's worth $20...

He doesn't want it.

Oh, yes, I do.

Who's it by?

It's by someone

named, uh, Patterson.

Did you think

it was by Rembrandt?

Why not?

Oh, leave us not haggle.

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