Lester Spencer and the fine character you talk about--it's free gossip
in all the studios--is one of the biggest low-lifes in the
picture-world. He has a reputation with the women that I'm ashamed to
mention even before your mother, much less her daughter--"
"Oh, I know what you mean! Oh, you're like all the rest--down on him.
You mean that silly talk about him and Norma Beautiful--"
"Oh my God, Roody, listen to her!"
"I can clear that up in a minute. He never cared a thing for her. It was
just their always playing in the same pictures, and that silly matinee
public, first thing he knew, got to linking their names together."
"Bleema--for God's sake--baby--what do you know about such?"
"Bleema, you're killing your mother! Your mother that used to rock you
in your cradle while she stitched on the machine to buy you more
comforts--a mother that--"
"Oh, if you're going to begin that!"
"Your poor old grandmother--don't she mean nothing? You saw how she
looked just now when they took her out, even before she knows what it's
all about--"
"I hope she never has a worse trouble than for me to marry the best--"
Then Mr. Pelz came down with crashing fist that shattered an opalescent
wine-glass and sent a great stain sprawling over the cloth.
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