:53:04
That's enough, Martha. Get out!
:53:07
I'll get out, angel...
:53:09
...but you'll beg me to come back
when you're in trouble.
:53:12
You will, angel, because
you don't have anybody else.
:53:16
Get out.
:53:23
I love a picnic.
:53:24
-Acres of sand, all of it in your f ood.
-Stop griping. Lie still and inhale.
:53:30
-What, sand?
-Air. And don't let it go to your head.
:53:33
He's worked like a fiend all week.
:53:36
-I've wanted to know how writers work.
-Usually in a sitting position.
:53:40
-That's wonderf ul! Not cold at all!
-Oh, my hero!
:53:44
I meant, does he usually have
the story mapped out?
:53:48
If not, you're in trouble, unless you
have my gal f riend here as inspiration.
:53:52
-Are you feeling all right?
-I wouldn't write a page without her.
:53:56
The only way I can shut her up
is to sit down and write.
:53:59
How I went f or her
I don't know.
:54:02
You know what she says
when she reads something?
:54:05
" Honey, haven't I read this
somewheres bef ore?"
:54:08
Maybe she has.
:54:10
That's the trouble with
Hollywood dames.
:54:13
They all have such a sketchy
education. They know nothing...
:54:17
...about the community chest, but
everything about community property.
:54:21
Their arithmetic's not so hot, but just
ask them how many minks make a coat.
:54:26
-How long do you give them, Sylvia?
-Not more than 40 years.
:54:30
Dix needs you, Laurel.
You ought to marry him.
:54:33
You have to. You promised Lochner
you'd invite him to the wedding.
:54:39
She promised Lochner what?
:54:43
Did I say Lochner? I meant Brub.
:54:46
You're a poor liar, Sylvia.
:54:48
-When did you see him?
-The other day.
:54:50
-lt was just a routine deal.
-Why didn't you tell me?
:54:54
-lt would only have upset you.
-You're lying to me!
:54:58
I'm not lying, I just didn't tell you.
I'm sorry.