The Palm Beach Story Page #4

doing? Oh, that's no problem.

You can always find a good provider if you really

want one. He may not look like a movie star, but...

We'll get ahead someday. But I don't want it

someday. I want it now, while I can still enjoy it.

Anyway, men don't get smarter

as they grow older; they just lose their hair.

Gerry. But I would! I'm very

tired of being broke, darling,

and feeling so helpless

about having my hands tied.

I could've helped you so many times, but every time

I tried to, you tried to punch the man in the nose.

Don't talk rot. How about that

president of the smelting company?

That wolf! Well, he's still the

president of a smelting company.

We might've been in the smelting

business now, and paying our rent.

Lovely. He liked you very much, he said.

The less I hear about that hyena, the better

I'll like it. But that's what's so irritating...

to know that I could get you someplace...

without doing any harm either.

You have no idea what a long-legged

gal can do without doing anything.

And instead of that, I have to watch you stamping

around proudly, like Sitting Bull in a new blanket,

breathing through your nose

while we both starve to death.

Thanks. You don't have to keep saying

"thanks" all the time. I'm not being so nice.

That's the first time I've said it. If you

want a divorce, you're certainly entitled to it.

I don't know where the money's coming

from. The next husband always pays for that.

Oh, you have him all picked out,

have you? Oh, you're such a child!

He doesn't happen to be in the sausage

business, by any chance, does he?

I may not even get married again.

I might become an adventuress.

I can just see you starting

for China on a 26-foot sailboat.

You're thinking of an adventurer, dear.

An adventuress never goes on anything

under 300 feet, with a crew of 80.

You just let me catch you on a 300-foot

yacht, or even a 200-foot yacht.

At least I wouldn't have to worry

about the rent.

Oh, I'm sorry. Let's go

and have some dinner, hmm?

How can you think of food at a moment

like this? Because I'm a woman, maybe,

and a little more practical

than you.

Are you going to put on your dinner

jacket, or shall I take off my new dress?

Is that a new dress?

You'll always be a sister to me, huh? I

know it sounds stupid, but I'm a rotten wife.

I can't sew. I can't cook.

You certainly can't.

But just because I'm a useless wife doesn't mean I couldn't

be very valuable to you as a sister, but very valuable.

I remember that pot roast you tried. And

all the boys who wanted to go out with me...

would naturally have to be in

your good graces. Naturally.

Or I wouldn't go out with them.

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