Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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MY CLIENT , CURLEY Fatso. — Hey! Five bucks! Holy smackerels! Whadda ya say, Stinky ? Huh ? Stinky. — (. Almost in tears ) Well, gosh, I dunno. Fatso. — Take it, I’m tellin’ ya! Now you can buy a bike! Stinky. — ( Deserted by Fatso and now a martyr to his affection for Curley ) Well, that sure is a lot of money, but y’see, I like Curley, and I guess Curley likes me, too; and when we’re alone I talk to him, and he understands me. ( Warming up, finding reasons to support his refusal to sell ) Curley likes me around. He’s very intelligent, even though he don’t look so smart. Agent. — Oh, he looks smart, all right. Stinky. — Fatso or my old man or nobody else can’t never get him to move. He won’t do nothin' when they ask him. He lays down, just like on spite, almost. ( Deadly serious ) You know, if somebody took him away from me, Curley would die. Agent. — Think so ? Stinky. — Sure. He’s only human, ain’t he ? He would absolutely die. Agent. — Listen to me, Stinky. I’m going to talk to you man to man. This caterpillar you’ve got is very valuable. He’s worth a lot of money, way more than five dollars, maybe. Fatso. — No kiddin’ ? Agent. — Now this is what we’re gonna do, Stinky. You’re gonna stay with Curley, and I’m gonna manage both of you. Curley will be my client! Fatso. — What’s that mean ? Stinky. — What’s a client ? Agent. — Well, you wouldn’t understand very well. That’s some¬ thing I’ll have to explain to your parents, because I’ve got to get their signatures on a long-term contract. You’re a minor under the law, you see. Stinky. — {Apprehensive of the terminology) I didn’t do anything wrong, did I ? 7