-Ah, Smitty.
I'm having a little hubby
trouble.
How 'bout cheering me up with
one of your jokes.
-I'm afraid I'm not in much of
a joking mood.
You see, my wife died Christmas,
and I just haven't been myself
since.
-[ Panting laughter ]
[ Speaking inaudibly ]
[ Laughing continues ]
Ah, Smitty.
You always know just what
to say.
[ Laughs ]
-You have a very delightful
chuckle.
-Oh, thank you.
They're real, too.
Lionel Banks.
Lionel like the train,
Banks like money,
and you are?
-Anastasia Beaverhausen.
Anastasia like Russian royalty
Beaverhausen like...
where the beaver live.
-Dynamite.
What brings you to this
lush paradise,
Ms. Beaver...hausen?
[ Sighing ] Oh...
I don't know, really.
Just killing time, I suppose
Waiting for something good
to happen.
[ Chuckles ]
-Interesting.
I was just doing the same thing.
Looks like my wait is over
-Well, well.
Where did you come from, Lionel?
Did the smooth-talking gigolo
convention let out early?
-[ Chuckles ]
Listen, why don't we continue
this in my...
very comfortable suite upstairs.
I've got loads of cash,
so time is no issue.
-Mr. Banks, you think I'm
a hooker?!
Money, those clothes,
that voice...
Yes.
Well.
As flattered as I am by that
I'm afraid
I have to disappoint you.
-You don't have sex for money?
-No, I do not!
For jewels, for furs, for mixe
securities like a lady!
But for money.
How dare you.
Oh.
1,000 apologies.
I don't suppose there's any way
you might forgive me
for my highly inappropriate gaff
and allow me to buy you a drink.
Well...
that's very kind of you,
Mr. Banks, but...
I don't think that's such
a good idea.
-Is there a problem, my sweet?
You're not married, are you?
-Well, as a matter of fact..
No, I'm not.
