SCENE 2
Joe is in love with the girl singer Sugar, but she dreams of marrying a rich man. So wearing thick spectacles, a yachting jacket and a cap for his disguise as Junior, Joe trips Sugar as she runs by where he sits on the beach.
Girls: Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...
Joe: Hello, I’m terribly sorry.
Sugar: I’m not.
Joe: You’re not hurt, are you?
Sugar: I don’t think so.
Joe: I wish you’d make sure.
Sugar: Why?
Joe: Because usually when people find out who I am, they get themselves a wheel chair, a 8)shyster lawyer and sue me for three quarters of a million dollars.
Sugar: Don’t worry, I won’t 9)sue you no matter who you are.
Joe: Thank you.
Sugar: Who are you?
Joe: Now really.
Jerry: Sugar! Come on. Honestly.
Joe: Cherrio.
Sugar: Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?
Joe: Not very likely.
Sugar: You staying at the hotel?
Joe: Not at all.
Sugar: Your face is familiar.
Joe: Possible you’ve seen it in the newspapers or magazines. Umm Vanity Fair.
Sugar: That must be it.
Joe: Would you mind moving just a little please? You’re 10)blocking my view.
Sugar: Your view of what?
Joe: They 11)run up a red and white flag on the yacht when it’s time for 12)cocktails.
Sugar: You own a yacht? Which one is it? The pink one?
Joe: Certainly not with all the 13)unrest in the world, I don’t think anybody should have a yacht that sleeps more than 12.
Sugar: I quite agree. Tell me who runs up that flag, your wife?
Joe: No, my flag steward.
Sugar: Who mixes the cocktails, your wife?
Joe: No, my cocktail 14)steward. Look, if you’re interested in whether I am married or not...
Sugar: Oh, I’m not interested at all.
Joe: Well, I’m not.
Sugar: That’s very interesting!
(Jerry can’t believe his eyes when he realizes Joe is impersonating as a millionaire to Sugar.)
Jerry: No!
Joe: What is it? Young lady, what are you staring at? This happens to me all the time in public.
Sugar: I recognized him, too. His picture was in Vanity Fair.
Jerry: Vanity Fair?!
Joe: Would you mind moving along, please?
Sugar: Yes, you’re in his way-he’s waiting for a signal from his yacht.
Jerry: His yacht?!
Sugar: It sleeps 12. This is my friend Daphne-she’s a 15)Vassar girl.
Jerry: I’m a what?
Sugar: Or was it Bryn Mawr?
Joe: (threatens) I heard a very sad story about a girl who went to Bryn Mawr. She 16)squealed on her roommate and they found her 17)strangled with her own 18)brassiere!
Jerry: Yes, we have to be very careful whom we pick for a roommate. Hmm?
Sugar: Well, I think I’d better be going.
Joe: It was delightful meeting you both.
Sugar: You will come and hear us play?
Joe: If it’s at all possible.
Jerry: (quips) Oh, do come, don’t disappoint us-it will be such fun. And bring your yacht!
Sugar: Come on, Daphne.
