-
Curtin opns to bar
You sure Crocker hasn’t called?
He was supposed to meet me here
half an hour ago?
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Fred: Another drink while you’re
waiting Mr Whiney?
Sorry, Fred.
Seven’s my limit.
-
Fred: You sure?
OK!
Make it a double.
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Fred: Hear you’re off to England, Mr
Whitney.
Big stuff, Fred.
The biggest.
-
Fred (serving the drink); Business huh?
Henley Regatta.
(Crocker enters)
Bulldog, bulldog,
Bow, wow wow,
Eli Yale!
Play ball!
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Billy Crocker: Relax boss, I’ve been
taking care of business( handing and envelope) I’ve got your steamer ticket.
English money. Train ticket to Henley. And I picked up your dog a J Press.
(takes a toy dog out of shopping bag). Yale sweater looks terrific.
What about my passport?
-
Billy: Nuts! I’m sorry Boss. I’ll pick it up
first thing in the morning bring it to you on the boat.
Damn it!
- I want you down on Wall
- Street first things in the morning.
(Lowers voice)
- To sell all of my
- shares of Amalgamated Prestoleum.
-
Billy: Boss, the firm’s entire assets
are tied up in Amalgamated.
I got a hot tip from Charlie Blodgett.
Amalgamated’s going to sink
like the Titanic.
-
Billy: You told me Charlie Blodgett
is a liar and a drunk.
He is.
But he is a Yale man.
-
Fred: One for the road sir?
The usual.
- (Fred offers the bottle
- of gin)
Good night, gentleman.
(exit)
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