girl out the window.
This crazy girl,
she even left her shoes up there!
So how'd you make out?
- I had a nice time.
- Yeah?
Uh, she's a nice girl.
Oh, I didn't try anything.
I just met her last night, you know.
She's a nice girl. We just talked.
Uh... uh... We just talked.
Listen, Ralph, if you see Angie, tell him
I went home. I'll see him after lunch, huh?
- I wanna talk to you.
- I don't wanna talk right now.
So the whole book winds up...
Marty. Hey, Marty.
So the whole book winds up, Mike
Hammer - he's in the room with this doll.
So he says "You rat, you're the murderer."
So she begins to con him.
She tells him how she loves him.
Then bam!
He shoots her right in the stomach.
So she's layin' there, gaspin' for breath,
and she says "How could you do that?"
He says "It was easy."
Boy, that Mickey Spillane, boy,
he could write.
I read everything he ever wrote.
Come on! We got a whole pot.
We give you a plate of your own.
I couldn't eat nothin'.
My mother just fed me.
What I like about Mickey Spillane
is he knows how to handle women.
In one book he picks up this tomato. She
was hit by a car and throws a pass at him.
Then he meets two beautiful twins,
and they throw a pass at him.
Then he meets a beautiful society dame,
and she throws a pass at him.
That Mickey Spillane,
he could really write.
Anybody wanna go down Van Courtland
Park, watch the ball games?
It's only a little bit after two o'clock.
- Where you goin'?
- To call up that girl from last night.
- Thought I'd take her to a movie.
- You kiddin'?
Now, listen, Angie,
you were very impolite last night.
I introduced you to that girl,
you just walked off.
- Why'd you do that?
- It got me mad, that's why.
Hey, Jerry, show Marty
that picture, you know.
Put it away! My mother's out on the porch.
- I wonder where they find those girls.
- They're Hollywood starlets.
Put it away. My mother'll walk in.
Hey, Marty, let's go down
72nd Street area tonight.
I don't feel like goin', Angie.
I thought I'd take this girl to a movie.
Boy, you must have
made out good last night.
- We just talked.
- Boy, she must be some talker.
She must have been about 50 years old.
The way I figure, a guy oughta marry
a girl 20 years younger than he is,
so that when he's 40
she's still a real pretty doll of 21.
That means he'd have to marry the girl
when she was one year old.
You're right. I never thought of that!
- She wasn't so bad-lookin'.
- She must have kept you in the shadows.
You don't wanna hang around with dogs.
It gives you a bad reputation.
Let's go down to 72nd Street.
I told this dog I'd call her up today,
about 2.30.
Brush her!
You wanna come with me tonight
or go with that dog?
- Why you gettin' so sore?
- Cos I looked all over for you last night!
Another book that I read by Mickey
Spillane, I can't remember the name of it,
but he finds this red-headed doll
on the streets
and he gives her some dough
because he feels sorry for her.
Wait a minute. I think that's the same
book I was tellin' you about before.
- You didn't like her at all?
- A nothin'. A real nothin'.
You know somethin'.
This Mickey Spillane.
Boy, he sure can write.
So, what are you
gonna do tonight, Marty?
I don't know, Ma. I'm all knocked out.
I may just hang around the house and...
Maybe I'll go down and see
what Angie and the boys are doin'.
I'll see ya later, Ma.
We had...
I don't wanna talk like that fella.
We had the extreme privilege...
of having Jackie Gleason
make his TV debut on our show.
So tonight on our anniversary show...
I'm doing it, huh?
Oh, now, leave me alone, will ya?
You know, he scares the life out of me.
- What time is it?
- It's about eight o'clock.
You don't feel like goin' to 72nd Street?
It’ll take an hour and an hour back.
The whole evening's gone.
What's playin' on Fordham Road? There's
a good picture in the Loew's Paradise.