Blackie47-02-181107Years Bad Luck For Florence Wells

I think you're going to keep time away from me, do you, Barbara? Yes, I do, Florence.

Or am I supposed to call you Miss Wells because you're the star of the show? You should be glad I'm a star in the time of star who packs the house. Or you'd be just another chorus girl looking for work.

I'll be a star myself someday. What are you going to use for a talent? You were a chorus girl once, remember? I don't like remembering, so don't get me started, Barbara. Barbara, but you remember something.

Time belongs to me and me alone. Tom loves me, not you. Loves you. Don't make me laugh. But he does. He told us so... Oh, you're not that naive. You couldn't be. What makes you think he can see anything in you when he compares you with me?

Why next to me you're practically a school girl? I still say Tom is in love with me, and he's going to marry me. Oh, that isn't what he told me on the phone last night.

Tom didn't call you last night. He wasn't even in town. And he isn't in town now. Oh, haven't you ever heard of the long distance, telephone? He called you long distance. And talked to me for 30 beautiful minutes.

I didn't think you heard from him, did you? No. And I don't think you did either. Are you calling me a liar? I'll put that bolt on Florence if you hit me. I'll hit you, all right?

I'll go! The mirror. You've broken that mirror. Yes, I have, haven't I? And it's your mirror. That means seven years bad luck. Yes, it does. But it won't be for me. And now meet Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie.