Marty

Marty Piletti: And I also want you to know that I'm having a very good time with you right now and really enjoyin' myself. You see, you're not such a dog as you think you are. Clara: I'm having a very good time too. Marty Piletti: So there you are. So I guess I'm not such a dog as I think I am. Clara: You're a very nice guy. I don't know why some girl hasn't grabbed you off long ago. Marty Piletti: Well, I don't know either. I think I'm a very nice guy. I also think I'm a pretty smart guy in my own way...You know how I figure. Two people get married and are gonna live together forty or fifty years, so it's gotta be more than whether they're just good-looking or not. Now you tell me you think you're not so good looking. Well, my father was a real ugly man but my mother adored him. She told me how she used to get so miserable sometimes — like everybody, you know? And, and she says my father always tried to understand. I used to see them sometimes when I was a kid sittin' in the living ro

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Mrs. Pilletti: (serving dinner): So, what are you gonna do tonight Marty? Marty: I don't know, Ma. I'm all knocked out. I may just hang around the house. Mrs. Pilletti: Why don't you go to the Stardust Ballroom? Marty: What? Mrs. Pilletti: I say, why don't you go to the Stardust Ballroom? It's loaded with tomatoes. Marty: It's loaded with what? Mrs. Pilletti: Tomatoes. Marty: (laughs) Who told you about the Stardust Ballroom, Ma? Mrs. Pilletti: Tommy. He say it was a very nice place. Marty: Oh, Thomas. Ma, it's just a big dance hall, that's all it is. I been there a hundred times. Loaded with tomatoes - boy, you're funny, Ma. Mrs. Pilletti: Marty, I don't want you to hang around the house tonight. I want you to go take a shave and go dance. Marty: (pleading) Ma, when you gonna give up? You got a bachelor on your hands. I ain't never gonna get married. Mrs. Pilletti: You're gonna get married. Marty: Ma, sooner or later, there comes a point in a man's life when he's gotta face some facts

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Marty: Don't worry about your sister. We'll get some cup of coffee and come right back. You teach chemistry. That's funny. What school? Clara: Benjamin Franklin High School. Marty: Benjamin Franklin, where's that? Brooklyn? I went to Theodore Roosevelt right up here on Fordham Road. It's right around the corner from my house. I have a cousin who's a teacher. He teaches Latin. He lives in Chicago. He was studying to be a Jesuit, but he gave it up after his first vows. I was pretty good in high school. I sound like a jerk now, but I was pretty good. I graduated with an eighty-two average. That ain't bad. I was accepted at City College. I filled out the application and everything, but my old man died, so I hadda go to work. My best class was German. That was my first language. Der, die, das -- des, der, des. There you are, I still remember... Marty: You know what I was good at in high school? I was good in Math. You know how long ago I graduated high school? June, 1937. Holy cow! June, 19

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