White Christmas Page #6

Well, to be perfectly honest...

Benny didn't want to take advantage

of an old Army friendship.

You know how shy he is,

so modest and retiring.

- It's a family characteristic.

- I have a recent snapshot here.

He always was a good-looking kid.

Speaking of families,

I read an article just the other day

about citrus fruit

and its effect on children's teeth.

Are you interested in families

or children

- or things like that, Miss Haynes?

- Yes, I suppose so.

- Oh, man, nix, nix.

- Isn't that amazing?

Imagine a girl in show business today,

wanting to settle down

and raising a family.

- It's so refreshing, isn't it?

- Pushing, pushing.

- Well, would you like a cigarette?

- No, thank you.

I, for one,

would like a little free advice.

Mr. Wallace, do you have

any suggestions for the act?

No. Just keep plugging away.

But there must be something.

Should we both be blondes?

Maybe Betty's hair

should go a shade darker?

Or should she maybe change the style?

A little more off the face?

- No. I wouldn't change a thing.

- Would you care to dance?

- Don't you think we should discuss...

- Let's say it with music.

All right.

Now, promise you won't say anything

important till I get back. Bye, now.

- They look well together, don't they?

- Yes.

Say, I was sure surprised to get

Benny's letter today. I didn't know...

Look, Mr. Wallace, before you

go any further, I must tell you,

you were brought here tonight

under false pretenses.

Benny didn't write the letter,

my sister did.

Judy?

She figured you'd never come

to see us if we asked you,

and you might if Benny did.

As simple as that.

How do you like that? Even little

Judy there's got an angle going.

- She didn't mean anything by it...

- You don't have to apologize.

Everybody's got an angle.

- That's a pretty cynical point of view.

- Come, come now, Miss Haynes.

Surely you knew that everybody's got

a little larceny operating in them.

- Didn't you know?

- Just for the record,

I want you to know that

my sister and I don't play angles.

Well, if that letter wasn't an angle,

I'd like to know what it was.

- I don't like your whole inferences.

- I've got no squawks, no beefs.

The kid played a percentage,

it worked and we're here.

Let's not make

a whole big mish-mosh out of it.

- They're getting along just fine.

- And so quickly, too.

Isn't that nice?

All I'm saying is, when you've been

around show business

as long as I have, you just get used

to people working angles, that's all.

Mr. Wallace, as the chance

of our seeing each other again

is extremely remote, I don't think it's

important for us to go on arguing.

- Well, I'll drink to that.

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