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I put a lotta trust in you, Chickie... |
I know you do, Sidney. |
Don't judge a situation where you don't know what's involved... |
I swear, Sidney, I can't help it sometimes I wonder what I see in you... |
That's no way to talk... |
Or what you see in me, for that matter... |
Stay down town tonight. Maybe we'll take in a show, etc. |
If you want me to |
Don't you ever get messages, Eyelashes? I called you twice. |
I've been up to here. Listen, honey, tell me something. You know Susan Hunsecker...? Has she been in? I mean lately, in the last coupla days...? |
I don't think so. |
You're sure. Find out for me. |
Sidney, can I talk to you a minute? |
Is Frank D'Angelo around? |
At the bar Sidney... |
Don't tell me you started a polka with Leo Bartha? |
No. That's what I mean I'm being fired for what I didn't do. |
Avidly. He was staring. |
Staring. Consequently, when he approached me on his way out I wasn't surprised, but I didn't let on. |
He was writing a special Sunday piece on...? |
...cigarette girls... And naturally |
You were thrilled to be interviewed. Were you "interviewed"? |
In his apartment |
And where was his wife? |
I don't know it's a big apartment. But I wasn't interviewed. In fact, I was totally unprepared for what happened. |
We're old friends, Chickie quit it! A big columnist comes in this room, without his ballandchain and you make like a delicatessen counter! What did you think would happen in his house? |
But, Sidney darling, the man must be out of his mind it was only eleven o'clock in the morning! |
Do you think you could do something, Sidney? |
That's what I'm thinking, Rita. Maybe... |
Do you still keep your key under the mat? |
Can you be there by twothirty? |
Rita, say hello to Otis Elwell. |
Hello. |
Back? |
One of those business meetings, honey always coming up in the middle of the night. |
Don't you know who that man is? |
Yeah. Otis Elwell. The columnist. |
Yeah! |
And he's a perfect stranger to me. |
So take five minutes! Get acquainted! He's an important man he's lonely don't be dumb! |
What do you want all of a sudden Lady Godiva...? Where's my other shoe? |
What kind of an act is this? |
Don't you think I have any feelings? What am I? A bowl of fruit? A tangerine that peels in a minute? |
I beg your pardon! I turn myself inside out to help you and now I'm a heavy. Here's your shoe, there's your coat, that's the door! |
Sidney...I...I don't do this sort of thing... |
What sort of thing? |
This sort of thing! |
Listen, you need him for a favor, don't you! And so do I! I need his columntonight. Didn't you ask me to do something about your job? Don't you have a kid in Military School? |
A girl needs a little romancing before she |
Next time I'll call in a guy to paint silver stars on the ceiling! |
What would you think of me if |
Nothing I didn't think of you before. |
that's what I mean! |
That's a question I usually like to ask YOU. Your secretary phoned. |
What about? |
Something about a Frank D'Angelo trying to reach you... |
Could this be that boy? |
Dallas? Could be. He doesn't look like a reefer smoker... |
Bribing me again? |
And why should I bribe the woman who holds most of my heart? |
Who put this item in about the comic? "If there's a more hilarious funny man around than Herbie Temple at the Palace, you'll have to pardon us for not catching the name. We were too busy screaming." Does this Temple have a press agent? |
No. It's one of J.J.'s occasional beau gestes. Evidently the fellow's funny, so he gave him a plug. |
What's your favorite ribbon to go around your favorite chocolates? |
Let's wait till Christmas it's more legitimate then. |
I know...I know you're the strongest cop in town. |
I call him the boy with the ice cream face! |
What's all the rush? You said three o'clock. |
He's leaving early. After this "set". He'll be out in a couple of minutes... |
It's nice, Sidney, that you give me this tip... |
He's got them on him. |
...And he's got them on him. I appreciate a thing like that I appreciate where you are looking out for the virtue of the city. |
Is that a fact? He's a dilly, ain't he? By the by, what did he have against this boy? |
He goes out with girls. |
Well, I'll be darned. And what does J.J. think he SHOULD do? |
Go out with DIFFERENT girls! |
I thought he would. |
Yeah... And another thing he's gonna say you 'resisted arrest'... You know J.J....! |
Can I come out? No. |
I have to talk to you, alone, J.J., that's why. |
You had something to do for me you didn't do it. |
Can I come in for a minute? |
No. You're dead, son get yourself buried! |
Mac! I don't want this man at my table... |
I have a message from your sister. |
I know Manny Davis. |
Everyone knows Manny Davis... ...except MRS. Manny Davis. |
Match me, Sidney... |
Not just this minute, J.J.... |
Why don't you answer the man, Sidalee? He's trying to take you off the hook. |
You just had a good example of it. A press agent eats a columnists dirt and is expected to call it manna. |
What, some cheap, gruesome gags? |
You print them, don't you? |
Yes, with your clients' names attached. That's the only reason those poor slobs pay you to see their names in my column all over the world! Now, as I make it out, you're doing ME a favor! |
I didn't say that, J.J. |
The day that I can't get along without press agents' handouts, I'll close up shop, lock, stock and barrel and move to Alaska. |
Spahish...that must show he likes "spigs", too. |
I like Harry, but I can't deny he sweats a little. |
You told me you'd break up that romance when? |
You want something done, J.J., but I doubt if you yourself know what's involved. |
I'm a schoolboy teach me, teach me. |
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