The Girl Can't Help It Page #5

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I gave the powder room lady

a quarter. What for?

Jerri, listen, don't say anything

except "Ask my agent."

"Ask my agent"?

No matter what anyone says,

you say, "Ask my agent."

Hi, Tom.

Haven't seen you around much lately.

- How's Julie London?

- Hiya, Lucas. Like your show.

I hope madame shares your opinion.

- Ask my agent.

- Agent?

Oh, so the beautiful lady's

a performer, eh?

- Ask my agent.

- What do you do?

Sing? Dance?

- Ask my agent.

- Oh.! [Laughs]

The lady's a comedienne, eh?

She's under wraps, Lucas.

See you around.

- Come on, honey.

- Hey, Tom.

You sell her anywhere else,

and you're barred from here.

You couldn't meet her price, Lucas.

She's got it all.

##[Man Singing]

You want anything, miss?

No, thanks.

Just visiting.

[Applause]

##[Pop]

##[Trio Singing]

[Applause]

Well, if it isn't old Tom Miller,

the demon agent.

- Where you been hidin', boy?

- Around.

We were just leaving, Sam.

Come on, honey.

You gotta be up early

to work on the new arrangement.

Arrangement?

You sing too?

Ask my agent.

I intend to.

You couldn't meet her price, Sam.

##[Swing]

## [Singing]

- Now?

- Now.

Pardon me, miss?

I'm Joe Rogers.

I own this place.

Can I be of any service to you?

Please.

I'm going to the powder room.

[Gasps]

Oh, that was an ad-lib.

Sorry. Ask my agent.

Bye-bye.

[Applause]

##[Soft Jazz]

See how the strategy pans out?

The first time out, and already

four owners are drooling over you.

[Chuckling]

Oh, not now, Jerri.

The owner isn't at the desk.

This one's on me.

I never noticed before,

but, you know...

they put them too far

from the tables.

No more walking.

I promise you.

- [Chuckles]

- Good night, Jerri.

- Good night, Mr. Miller.

- See you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Mr. Miller?

- Hmm?

- Why do you drink so much?

Just a habit, I suppose.

- A girl habit?

- Girl?

[Chuckling]

No. I haven't got a girl.

Mr. Miller?

If it was Julie London...

she wasn't very bright.

## [SoftJazz]

##[Woman Singing]

##[Fades Out]

He picked her up at her place, 9:25.

Cab to the Hi-Hat, Late Place,

Jungle Room, Tree Anon, Sunrise Club.

Cab back.

Left her at the front door, 2:40.

Pub crawlin', huh?

I don't get it, and I don't like it.

Call him up. Tell him to come out

to Long Island tomorrow.

Never mind him.

You'd better callJerri.

- Jerri? Why?

- Something's wrong.

Every place, first thing...

off to the powder room.

Poor kid.

What do you mean,

what does she do?

Listen, Roger, she sings.

That's what she does.

She's got a great pair of lungs.

Come up with a deal,

and we'll have a talk.

- [Knocking]

- Come in.

Mr. Miller, look!

You're in Earl Wilson and Louis Sobol.

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