It Happened One Night

Driver! If you'll be good enough
to move those newspapers, I'll have a seat.

Hey, wait a minute!
What do you think you're doing?
The papers. What's the idea of
throwing them out?

The papers? It's a long story, my friend.
I never did like the idea
of sitting on newspapers.

I did it once, and all the headlines
came off on my white pants.

It actually happened.
Nobody bought a paper that day.

They followed me all over town and read
the news off the seat of my pants.

A fresh guy. What you need is
a good sock on the nose.

Listen partner,
you may not like my nose, but I do.

I always wear it out in the open so...
...if anybody wants to
take a sock at it, they can.

Now, that's a brilliant answer.
Why didn't I think of it?

Our conversation could have been over
long ago.

If you keep that up,
we won't get anywhere.

You got me. Yeah!
Excuse me, lady.
But that upon which you sit is mine.

I beg your pardon?
Now listen,
I put up a stiff fight for that seat.

So, if it's just the same to you, scram.
Driver, are these seats reserved?
- No. First come, first serve.
- Thank you.

These seats accommodate two people,
don't they?

Maybe they do, maybe they don't.
Thank you.
Move over.
This is a "maybe they do."