Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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THE CLINIC Stella. — John, you won’t, will you? You won’t? Libbey. — How can I say, Stella . . . Stella. — Say, you’re not gonna die. Tell me like you meant it. {Pause) Libbey. — Here’s my wallet, Stella. Open it, and take what you see there. Stella. — Why don’t you answer me? There’s ten $100 bills and two $500 bills. $2,000. What is it? Where did you get the money, John? Libbey. — Pick it up, Stella. Have you ever seen a $500 bill before ? Stella. — Where did you get it, John ? Libbey. — We’re spending it on ourselves. I decided for both of us. Anything you see or want, we’ll buy. Like you always wanted to go to the opera. We’ll go to the opera. We’ll buy some clothes, and we’ll go to the opera, and we’ll do everything we’ve always wanted to do. That’s what the money’s for. Stella. — We never had $2,000 in our life. Libbey. — I borrowed it from Mr. Carlin. Stella. — He gave it to you ? Libbey. — I didn’t ask him. Stella. — How — you took it ? Libbey. — He’ll get it back. Stella. — Get it back ? How’s he getting it back if you’re spending it? Libbey. — The money you’re getting from the insurance, Stella. You’ll pay him back. Don’t look like that, Stella. It’s no crime. Stella. — There won’t be any insurance. Libbey. — You’ll have $5,000; and after you pay Mr. Carlin, you’ll have $3,000 left. Why say there won’t be any? Stella. — So you’re already figuring on it. Your mind’s made up. 99