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.