Page Miss Glory (1935)

Frank McHugh: Ed Olson

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• Gladys : [Click and Ed have just ordered some sophisticated clothing from a couple of haberdashers]  You two are certainly milking our "golden calf." Evening clothes, riding habits, "Olde" English monograms on your shirts... a little while ago you were lucky to have soup stains.

  Click Wiley : [nonchalantly]  You heard my secretary: even the best is not good enough for us.

  Gladys : By the way, the "golden calf" has been awfully quiet for the last 10 minutes.

  [jumps up to go check on Loretta, aka Dawn Glory] 

  Click Wiley : You know, Eddie, I'm anxious to see those riding habits.

  Ed Olson : I'm anxious to see the horse.

  Gladys : Hey! She's gone!

  Ed Olson : [Click and Ed jump up in a panic]  Maybe we better cancel those Olde English monograms!

• Slattery : Mr. Wiley, I've always considered you a very fascinating man.

  Click Wiley : Thanks.

  Slattery : So fascinating, in fact, that I've been spending the last few days studying your life's work. Digging into the past. Tracing your career, as it were.

  Click Wiley : Why... I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

  Slattery : Then permit me to refresh your memory. In 1932, traveling under the name of Frank Benson, you inserted an ad in the Personal Column of a Waukesha paper for the heirs of a millionaire - who existed only in your imagination. According to you, he died in New York without leaving a will. You offered to investigate all claims for the slight fee of 10 dollars each - *just* to cover expenses. You got quite a collection of 10-spots out of it - - to investigate the will of a man who never existed.

  Ed Olson : [butting in before Wiley can respond]  They deserved it. Every one of those apple-knockers who sent in ten dollars must've been lying. Trying to get something for nothing.

• Gladys : Why don't you get married yourself?

  Click Wiley : Well, I tell you Gladys, I never met a dame yet who could get by with me.

  Gladys : [hands Click a magazine]  Why don't you give Garbo a break. I hear she's lonely.

  Click Wiley : Well, I don't know. I like her mouth; but, I don't care much about her chin and hair.

  Ed Olson : Poor Garbo. This'll finish her!

  Click Wiley : Now, I like this one's hair much better.

  Ed Olson : Sure. Jean Harlow.

  Click Wiley : And this one's ankles just about suit me.

  Ed Olson : Marlene Dietrich.

  Gladys : You don't want much. Garbo's mouth. Harlow's hair. Dietrich's ankles. What else?

• Ed Olson : Poor kid. I hate to see her slavin' all day in that office. She hardly earns enough for us to borrow from.

• Ed Olson : You can never tell what's going to catch on. A stratosphere flight or Loch Ness monster.

• Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory : What would you be doin' if Gladys was here instead of me?

  Ed Olson : Well, I'd a - well, I'd sort of - put my arm around her.

  Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory : Then what would you do?

  Ed Olson : Then, I'd a - I'd kinda - kiss her on the neck. Right there. She likes to have me kiss her on the neck right there.

  Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory : Gosh, all that beautiful music going to waste. I wonder - couldn't we pretend that we weren't each other? That is, if I was Gladys as far as you're concerned...

  Ed Olson : And I was Bingo as far as you were concerned.

  Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory : Yeah! Then, what would we do?

  Ed Olson : Well, then I'd a - we'd a - well -

  [long kiss] 

  Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory : You're sure no Bingo.

  [Ed starts the car engine] 

  Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory : Why, Ed, where are we going?

  Ed Olson : Wherever there's a chaperone.