The Star Page #4

Roy didn't know anything about antiques.

Did you, Roy?

And he didn't know anything

about the laundry business.

That was his idea.

Was it his fault

everybody started buying Whirlpools?

Now, now, girls. Let's not have a ruckus.

If you'll just give us the monthly check,

we'll be shoving along.

Can't you get it

through your thick skull that I'm broke?

Dead, flat, stony broke! See?

I've got $3.85 in my purse.

Do you want that, Roy?

Margaret didn't mean that.

I have given you over $50,000.

You must have some of it stashed away.

Could I have $200

on account tonight, Roy?

- What?

- For heaven's sakes.

Where would we get money like that?

You could print it if I'd only thought

to give Roy a printing press.

You're tired.

You wouldn't say that...

Yes, I'm sick, and I'm tired!

Now, leave me alone. Leave me alone!

- lf that's the way you feel...

- That is the way I feel.

Now, I want you both to get out of here.

Get out!

Come on, Oscar.

Let's you and me get drunk.

To absent friends.

On your right,

ladies and gentlemen...

...is the home of Mitzi Gaynor,

rising young movie star.

How young can you be?

And on your left...

...is the home of Mr. and Mrs. Brinkman...

...better known to you tourists

as Jeanne Crain.

Oscar.

That looks like the kind of monstrosity

that Barbara Lawrence would choose.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the home of Barbara...

...Lawrence.

And that, Oscar...

...was the home of the wealthy, exciting...

...glamorous Margaret Elliot.

I remember the day you came home.

That was the day.

Going...

...going...

...gone.

I wonder where I am now.

Why don't you watch where you're going!

Take your hands off me!

Okay, sister, have it your way.

There's your bed. Sleep it off.

You don't seem to know who I am!

What are you in for, honey?

As if I didn't know.

Please forgive the matron for

failing to introduce us formally.

She's never read Emily Post.

Who do you think you are?

Everybody knows who I am.

I'm Margaret Elliot.

What a coincidence. I'm Snow White.

- Charmed to know you.

- But I am Margaret Elliot!

She's stinking.

- I guess she's alive.

- How can you tell?

Oh, my dirty name.

It is Margaret Elliot. Hey, wake up.

We got royalty.

We got a real live movie star.

Two hundred fifty dollars.

Here's your receipt, Mr. Johannsen.

Why did you do it?

You were in trouble, so I bailed you out.

Why you, of all people?

Well, why not me?

Sometimes it's good to talk about it.

I made a picture once.

I played a girl who was arrested.

It was called Night Court.

Critics said it was great.

I guess they had never spent

a night in jail.

Next time you'll know better.

Next time.

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