CECIL: Are you all set to go to the party, Sally? SALLY: Well, I think I'm all together. (GIGGLE) Let me see, now... CECIL: You look all together. SALLY: I feel so funny (GIGGLE) dressed like an angel. CECIL: I guess you think I feel right at home in YOUR clothes. SALLY: (GIGGLE) Well, you certainly LOOK all right! Cecil, if you were a little smaller, and not quite so bony, (GIGGLE) you'd make a striking-looking girl. CECIL: Oh, I'm not bony. That's muscle. Besides, I'll be a stately female. SALLY: Well, try to walk graceful. Don't drag your heels. CECIL: I'm all right. Come on, let's go. SALLY: Wait a minute. Are my wings on straight? CECIL: Yeah. You look okay. SALLY: (GIGGLE) Oh, I'm so excited! (GIGGLE) I just can't wait til we get to the party! I'll race you to the front of the house. (GIGGLE. STARTS SKIPPING TO THE STAIRS) CECIL: Hey, come here! (CHASES AFTER HER) Who ever heard of an angel skipping? SFX: BODY THUD CECIL: Oh, watch out! Now, see what you've done! Can't ya stand up? SALLY: (CRYING) Ohhh... My knee! CECIL: What did ya wanna fall for? SALLY: (CRYING) Oh, I didn't want to! CECIL: I told you not to dash down the hall, skipping. SALLY: (CRYING) That's right. I fall and break my neck or something, and what do YOU care? What do YOU care? CECIL: (GENTLY) Where'd you hurt yourself? SALLY: I won't tell you. CECIL: It's a good thing you fell on your face. SALLY: (CRYING) Oh, I think I've broken my nose. CECIL: If you'd fallen on your, on your back, you'd have ruined the nice wings we fixed for ya. SALLY: (TEARFUL) I knew this old nightgown was too long for me. I told you I'd trip! I told you so. CECIL: C'mon, gimme your hand. Get up. You didn't hurt yourself. SALLY: I did too. How do YOU know? I'll bet I hurt myself someplace, and it won't show for several years. CECIL: Gimme your hand; I'll help you up. SALLY: Wait. Let me stay here on the floor til I find out if I'm hurt. CECIL: Sally, we gotta get to the party sometime tonight. SALLY: (CHECKING HERSELF) No, my arm's all right. CECIL: (CHUCKLING) Oh, you took a nice spill, I'm here to tell ya. SALLY: Oh, that's bad luck; I just KNOW it is! To start off to a party, and fall down. CECIL: Well, I wouldn't call it GOOD luck. Get up, or I'll yank ya up by the ear! SALLY: You're so hard-hearted, Cecil. CECIL: Aw, come on! You're making a big play for sympathy. SALLY: Yes, and you're about as sympathetic as a... as a... an old rhinoceros! CECIL: I didn't know a rhinoceros was sympathetic. SALLY: I bet you're glad I tumbled. CECIL: Well, you can't accuse me of tripping ya. I wasn't anywhere near you. SALLY: Oh, Cecil, look. I've got my costume all soiled. Oh, goodness... CECIL: Aw, that's all right. You can be a slightly soiled angel. SALLY: I will not! If I can't be a pure white angel, I won't go to the party! CECIL: Well, (CHUCKLE) you're already a fallen angel. Get up, Sally. Don't sit in the hall on the floor. SALLY: Now, you can wait a minute, Cecil. I wanna compose myself. I'm all upset. CECIL: (CHUCKLING) Oh, you sure are! That would have been a peach of a nose-dive, if you had just arched your back a little. SALLY: I believe you were glad to see me fall. CECIL: Well, I wasn't watching very closely. Could you do it over again? SALLY: No. One of my sandals came loose. CECIL: Tie it on, and let's beat it. SALLY: Oh, this old robe is so big it swallows me. CECIL: Well, if you don't get more agreeable, you'll give it indigestion. SALLY: Oh, is that so? You're so smart. (GIGGLES) Goodness, but you look silly. CECIL: Ha-ha. You can't get a rise out o' me. Come on, Sally, be an angel. Get on your feet. SALLY: I wish YOU would fall down. Then you'd know how it feels. CECIL: I know how it feels. But I wouldn't cry about it. SALLY: I wish you could see how funny you look, dressed up in my clothes. CECIL: You're just trying to get even with me. Get up, fallen arches! SALLY: D'you know what you look like? CECIL: Sure! A knockout. SALLY: Do you remember the story about Cinderella? CECIL: Yeah. In her party gown. I look like her, huh? SALLY: No. You look like one of the ugly sisters. (GIGGLE) CECIL: (HURT) That's right. That's right. Keep on razzing me, and I'll take this darn ol' girl's dress off, and won't go to the darned ol' party. SALLY: (GIGGLE) Aw, I was just kidding. Help me up, Cecil. Give me your hand. CECIL: (SULKING) No. You can get up by yourself. SALLY: You're no gentleman. CECIL: Not tonight. SALLY: Aren't you gonna help me up? CECIL: You're not crippled. SALLY: But I-- I might be. CECIL: I offered to help ya up, a million times, but n-o-o! You wanted to sit here on the floor, and pout. Now, get up, yourself. SALLY: All right, I will. You'll be sorry that you weren't nicer to me. CECIL: I'll live over it. Are you all right? C-can you stand on your foot? SALLY: A lot YOU care. CECIL: Oh... Of course I care, Sally. I don't like to see ya hurt. And I'm sorry for ya. SALLY: Oh, Cecil. Honest? CECIL: Yes. But you're such a clumsy ox-- SALLY: Oh, is THAT so? CECIL: Next time you wanna practise a swan-dive, get in a swimming pool. SALLY: (SARCASTIC) I can see where this is going to be a very lovely evening. CECIL: Oh, well, if I have anything to say, it will. (IDEA) Oh, darn. Aw, darn, I just remembered. SALLY: What's the matter, Cecil? CECIL: I forgot to bring my topcoat over with me. We'll have to go by my house and get it. SALLY: Oh, you don't need it. It's not cold outside. CECIL: Yeah, but someone is liable to see us when we get in the car. SALLY: Oh, there's no one out in front, and we'll drive right up to Flossie's house. CECIL: Mm... All right, then. Let's get going. We've been horsing around here enough. SALLY: (GIGGLE) Then you're not mad, Cecil? CECIL: Of course not. I wasn't mad in the first place. You're the one that boiled over. SALLY: Here. Here's my coat. Will you hold it so I can get into it? CECIL: All right. (HOLDS IT UP) Hey, Sally... H-how are you gonna wear this coat? SALLY: Like I always wear it. CECIL: How are you gonna get it over the wings on your shoulders? SALLY: Oh, goodness... Well, can't you flatten them down? CECIL: They're just pasteboard. B-better not wear a coat. It's not cold out. SALLY: Well, but... Well, I ought to have something to put my things in... my handkerchief and everything. CECIL: Aw, here, give 'em to me. I'll put 'em in my pocket. (REALIZES. CHUCKLES) Oh, that's right. I haven't got any pockets. SALLY: Well, if you can carry these for me, I won't wear a coat either. CECIL: We'll be in a hot fix if we have to come home on the streetcar. SALLY: Is there anything the matter with Ben Hur? CECIL: No. Nothing's gonna happen. Shall we go now? SALLY: Let's see now... Have we forgotten anything? CECIL: Ye-e-s! We seem to have forgotten that the party is tonight. SALLY: Well, we don't wanna get halfway there, and then have to come back. CECIL: What would we have to come back for? SALLY: That's just what I'm trying to think of now. CECIL: (BEAT) Too much work. Come on! I'm gonna drag you in a minute. SALLY: (GIGGLE) Now, Cecil, be a nice girl, now. (GIGGLE) CECIL: All right, now don't start that. (UNEASY) Maybe we won't go, after all. SALLY: Are you sure that we have everything we want? CECIL: We're all dressed up in our costumes. Neither of us is gonna wear our coats. I have your war-paint here... SALLY: Well, hold onto it then. I don't want you to lose it. CECIL: I don't see what you wanna take powder for, anyhow. You're supposed to represent an angel. They don't use powder. D'you really need it? SALLY: Yes. My nose is liable to get shiny. CECIL: Aw, that's all right. That would be your divine light. For the last time, let's go! SALLY: Are you sure that you have everything you want, Cecil? CECIL: Alllll aboard! Let's go! SALLY: Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything? CECIL: I don't forget things, thank you. SALLY: Well, all right. We're off for the party, then. (GIGGLE) CECIL: All ri-- Oh, wait a minute. SALLY: What'sa matter? CECIL: I did forget something. SALLY: Oh, I thought you didn't forget things. CECIL: Where'd you put the things that I took off? SALLY: Upstairs, on the chair, behind the screen. Why? CECIL: I gotta go up and get some money, outta my trousers. SALLY: Oh, come on, Cecil! We won't need any money. CECIL: How do you know? We might. SALLY: What would you need any money for? CECIL: Well, I don't know, but I think I oughtta get it. You never can tell. SALLY: Oh, Cecil, we're late NOW. If that means anything. CECIL: Oh, it doesn't mean much. You better let me run upstairs and get some change. SALLY: We won't need it. Come on, let's go. CECIL: All right, then. If we happen to need any money, it'll be YOUR fault. SALLY: Why MY fault? CECIL: I-I mean, if we haven't got it. SALLY: Well, you haven't any pockets to carry any change in, anyhow. Is that settled? CECIL: No. SALLY: It is too. Cecil, the party'll be over, if we don't leave right away. CECIL: Don't rush me! You should have thought of that when you decided to plop on the floor and scream. SALLY: (ALL IN ONE BREATH) I didn't scream! I hurt myself. I fell down. You can't fall down and not hurt yourself. I always hurt myself when I fall, and you can't help but hurt yourself if you fall. I didn't fall cause I wanted to be hurt; I fell because-- CECIL: Whoa, whoa, whoa!!! Come on! You can explain all about that in the car. Let's get going. (FADING OUT, AS THEY HEAD FOR THE DOOR) You're gonna spring a tonsil sometime when you get to talking like that.