The Lady Is Willing Page #4

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someone with sense.

I've seen all the lawyers in New York.

I'm stymied until Harvard

graduates some more.

And I know what they'll say too.

Technically...

I'm the kidnapper.

And there's nothing to do but turn him

over to the proper authorities.

No, I'm going to adopt him.

Liza, for the 961 st time,

you can't!

However maternal you may be feeling

at this particular moment,

the courthouse records

list you as unmarried.

You're single and strapped.

And they don't let people

adopt babies unless

they're married or have money.

That's silly. I make more money

than most people who have babies.

I make lots of money.

You make lots of money, yes.

You have lots of money, no.

You give it away to that

crummy list of pensioners.

All right, then go

and get me some more.

Let's find another page.

Carol? No, you didn't

like that one. Carter?

The Case for

the Bottle Baby, Infant...

Don't you like any of them, darling?

He just sits there.

I remember an audience

in Cedar Rapids once

that behaved the same way.

Maybe we can make one up.

How's that?

Make up a number,

then when you get yours,

he won't feel slighted.

Now, let's see.

Barry, Carey, Gary...

Call him "Catastrophe".

Oh, no. That's much too long.

Now, let's see. Corey.

How's that? I just made it up.

And he likes it.

Corey? Well, isn't there somebody

in the building by that name?

You're thinking of what

I'm going to commit to

keep us out of jail: hari-kari.

He likes it!

There's my angel.

Hello, Corey, darling.

He loves it.

Miss Elizabeth Madden's apartment.

George! I thought I told you

not to call me during

my business hours.

Well, what I care about the...

What's that you say? What?!

Miss Liz, Miss Liz.

The police, Miss Liz.

Mary Lou, don't startle

Corey that way.

He might stutter.

Mary Lou, don't be ridiculous.

No, but George seen them.

Two policemen, he said,

a police lady asking about a baby.

On their way up here?

They's in the elevator right now.

Now, let's keep calm, everybody.

Mary Lou, you take the toys,

hide them in the icebox.

Buddy, take Corey and

hide him in the nursery.

And tell that French dame,

Frou-Frou, or whatever

her name is, to lock the door.

We have to keep our heads.

Let's start again

and get organised.

Give the baby to me.

No, leave him to me

before you kill him.

You distract them until I get back.

Give them some drinks,

offer them some passes.

Maybe I should just run

my fingers through their hair.

Yes? What is it?

We'd like to see Miss Madden.

Sorry, but this is the hour

Miss Madden rests and

has her massage.

It's a strenuous part

she has. Have you seen

the play? Would you...?

No.

Buddy, is that the photographer

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