World Film and Television Progress (1938)

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pick p0ratt, pat 0 geie'rt' " My goodness, he says, a baby . . ." Ttobtv/ Lmt' aw/ J. Carlyle Benson, Hollywood script writing team, are discussing with Larry loins, horse opera star, and Rosetti, his agent, the plot for Larry s next picture. Larry Toms is seated in a chair, listening with a puzzled and dissatisfied expression; Rosetti is standing, biting at a cigar, very intense and vacuous; and Benson is dozing on a couch. law : . . . and this bozo comes up to you and you look him straight in the eye and you say, "Why, darn your soul, I loved her before you ever married her." Then the dame comes in and she cries: "Larry, I heard everything you said." . . . and you just look at her, and there's a long pause — a long pause and then, finally, you say, "Did you'.'" That's all— just a plain, quiet, simple, "Did you?" (he falls on the couch). Boy, what a moment! larky : Yeah, but what's the story about? benson: Love. 106 law (singing) "Love is the sweetest thing." larry: Now, come on boys — get off the couch. This ain't fair. I got a lot at stake in this picture. It's the last one in my contract. If I get a poor story I'm out in the cold. law: Shivering with a million dollar annuity. larry (controlling himself): Tell me your story in a few simple words. law: Mr. Benson, what's our story? benson : How do 1 know? You told it. law: Didn't you listen? benson: No. We ought to have a stenographer. law: But they won't wear tights. And I can't dictate to a stenographer who won't wear tights. larry: Where's C. Elliot Friday? He's the producer. He ought to be here. I've been listenin' to this story for two hours. What's it about? law : Don't speak to me. You don't like our story. larry : I didn't say I didn't like it. I couldn't follow it. benson : The only thing you could follow is the trail of a lonesome horse. benson : Listen, I've been writing stories for eleven years. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl. law : Or — girl meets boy. Girl loses boy. Girl gets boy. Love will find a way. Love never loses. Put your money on love. You can't lose. I'm getting hungry. rosetti: If I make a point, I don't think you're showing the proper respect to one of the biggest stars in this studio. larry : Just because I don't get Dick Powell's fan mail don't mean I ain't got his following. A lot of those that want to write me — ain't never learned how to write.