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History repeats itself. Everything that happened to Alan Leslie...began with a smear like this... |
It's just as if I've seen a ghost today... |
But that wasn't your fault, dear, what happened to Leslie. I've told you that a million times... |
Then whose fault was it, J.J.? It was someone's fault, wasn't it? |
I wouldn't have called the boy exactly balanced... |
Alan was not...unbalanced when I married him. And he was not...'indifferent to women' no matter what they said! HUNSECKER I'm not fighting with you, puss... |
Sidney is a liar! |
Who said Sidney? |
I said Sidney!... |
You know, dear, we're drifting apart, you and I, and I don't like that. |
I thought we were talking about Sidney? |
Let me finish, dear. You had your say, now let me have mine... |
I haven't said anything yet, J.J., but if |
I started to say we're drifting apart. A year ago, in your wildest dreams, would you have walked by that door without taking up this situation with me? Today I had to call you in! |
I'm taking up the situation with you now... |
Susie, I want to help you, there's nothing I won't do for you. You're all I've got in the whole, wide world. |
When I'm certain, I'll let you know... |
A man couldn't ask for a squarer shake. Let me have Billy Van Cleve... Don't ever tell anyone, Susie, how I'm tied to your apron strings... Billy! J.J.! What's this about that boy? What boy? Where are we, lug, in a drawing room comedy? You're brain is warming up, sweetheart yeah, Dallas!... No, don't explain your point of view, but... |
Susie likes to keep her girlish secrets. But in her heart of hearts I imagine, Dallas, that she fancies you in an uncommon way. Now, what about YOU, son? Not just tomcatting around...I hope? |
J.J., Steve isn't... |
Susie, did you know about this accusation...? |
No... |
Before you leave, son, I'll answer your questionSusan Hunsecker is the injured party here! Or will I be hearing next that I don't even have my sister's welfare at heart... |
Susie, I'm sorry if |
Sometimes I think ALL men are fools!... |
You in a mood, Susie, to run over to Milgrim's later and buy a few new frocks? |
No. I'm going home. |
No! NO! Don't touch me! |
Susan!... |
Well, son, looks like you went out and bought yourself a packet of trouble... |
You've been very kind about it, Mr. Hunsecker. HUNSECKER Give Susie credit for that. I took her word that there was nothing to the smear. Matter of fact, I'll have my say about smears on the show today. That's why I'd like YOUR personal assurance, too. |
Mr. Hunsecker, there's nothing to that smear. You have my sincere word... |
I'll by that, son. Now, you owe ME a favor. Be good to my kid sister... |
Take it easy, Susie. He wouldn't be much of a man if he didn't understand my concern. Would you, son? |
No, I wouldn't... |
Serious as a deacon...I like it. I like your style, son! In a world of old rags and bones, I like it! For instance, take Sidney. |
Does he have to be here in our hair? |
Why, has he bothered you before? |
Is it news to you? |
Son, lots of people tell me I'm a gifted man, but I still can't see around corners. |
Just exactly what are you so hot about? I mean, I know it's a difficult thing to be an artist in this crudest of possible worlds, but |
Nuts! I'm not here as an artist! I'm here as an average Joe, who happens to love your sister Susie! |
Well, just be careful you don't knock her down, huh? |
Frankly, son, you lost me on that last hill. Just give us the punch line... |
No punch line. Maybe I was just admiring your knowhowyours and Falco's. |
Why do you keep coupling me with Falco? |
He's here, isn't he? Do you think, sir, when he dies he'll go to the dog and cat heaven? |
I don't take kindly to you and Falco selling me ethics. Who's the injured party here, you? |
Right now you're in no position to ask questions! And your snide remarks |
Wait a minute, I haven't handed over punishing privileges to you YET! Put the whip down and I might respect what you're saying... |
Mr. Hunsecker, you've got more twists than a barrel of pretzels. |
You hear that, Susie... Continue please... |
I'm afraid I can't cope with them. |
Susie, as always, is free to say anything she thinks. Go on, dear, say exactly what's on your mind, dear. |
Those "dears" sound like daggers. May I suggest that you stop DARING her to speak? |
May I lift my eyebrows? What is this? What are you trying to do? |
I'm trying to get Susie to stand up to you. But your manner is so threatening that she's afraid to speak! |
Son, you raise your voice again and you'll be outa here on your golden pratt! |
If looks could kill, I'm dead... |
No, I don't care about you you're fantastic. My whole interest, if it's not too late, is in Susie...and how to undo what you've done to her... |
And what have I done to her, besides not buy her a new fur coat lately? Sidney, you were right the boy's a dilly. |
Why? Because I don't like the way you toy with human lives? Your contempt and malice? Because I won't be the accomplice of your sick ego and the way it's crippled Susie...? You think of yourself you and your column you see yourself as a national glory...but to me, and thousands of others like me, you and your slimy scandal, your phony patriotics to me, Mr. Hunsecker, you are a national disgrace! |
Son, I don't fancy shooting mosquitoes with elephant guns. So suppose you just shuffle along and call it a day... |
But my day with Susie isn't over yet and |
Ten'll get you fifty you're playing hookey from a padded cell! |
I see Bartha gave you cold tongue for supper. Hey, wait a minute! |
I'm late for a date with a dame. |
How is dear old J.J. by the way? |
Call him up and ask he might drop dead with shock. |
If it were that easy, you wouldn't find an empty phone booth for the next two hours... |
You don't know that lunatic yet? Whims egotistic whims! Like the gag when you got him for a friend, you don't need an enemy! That's what the fight with Bartha was about. "Leo", I says, "Hunsecker froze me out. So I'm eating humble pie this month please print me an item." |
And, instead, he printed his heel in your face? |
I see you're full of human feelings... |
Friends call me Otis sometimes Tricky Otis. |
Otis was outraged when I told him Van Cleve was going to fire you. Tell him not to pay any attention to anything youknowwho says about youknowwhat. Right, Otis? |
Right! |
I hate J.J. but not that much at this moment... |
Give me a chance |
Blessings on thee, the both...well... Gotta run now. See you two kids later! |
Hurry back. |
Joe, give my nephew a drink. |
Your nephew doesn't want a drink. |
That's a lollipop that, boy. The kid is only great. |
And with ten percent of his future, you're great, too, Frank. |
Went over to Philly yesterday an' seen the folks...it's nice you send them the fifty a month... |
See my mother? |
I only had a few hours. |
Thanks for the publicity spread you got the boys for the benefit tomorrow. |
Robard's my client. I did it for him and his club, not your boys. |
Frank, I think maybe you lied to me. |
Looka, Sidney, you're my own sister's son, but where does that give you the right to call me a liar? |
You told me that your boy was washed up with Susie Hunsecker, didn't you? |
Yeah, and it's the truth, to the best of my knowledge. And, frankly, I'm glad. For Steve's sake, I'm glad, not yours. I manage these boys and I got their best interests at heart. Steve shouldn't get mixed up with no bimbo at his age. |
You told him that? |
Not in those exact words you know what a temper he's got. |
When do these hotheaded boys of yours go on the road? |
Coupla weeks. For eight weeks. |
That's a nice tour. All booked? When was Susie around here last? |
Four five nights ago. That's how I know the romance is off. Also Steve's in a very bad mood. |
Listen, Frank, you'd better make sure you're telling me the truth. |
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