"No Man of Her Own" (Gable & Lombard)
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A clip from the movie where Babe-Jerry Stewart (Gable) first encounters Connie Randall (Lombard) at the library. Showing the "scandalous "Lombard on a Ladder" scene. They are so cute together, you can actually see the love between them!(they seem so comfortable with each other as if we were watching them in their real love life) Amazing chemistry!!
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[Jerry is reading a newspaper at the local stand, when a pretty young girl walks up to the counter and speaks to the owner]
GEORGE: Hello, Connie.
CONNIE: Hello, George.
[they both roll dice for candy, which Connie wins]
CONNIE: Thanks, George ...
[as she walks away, Jerry goes up to the man]
JERRY: Who's the live wire?
GEORGE: That's Connie Randall, the librarian. Cute trick, but oh boy, is she a handful!
JERRY: Yeah?
[cut to inside the public library, where Jerry is talking to Connie at the front desk]
CONNIE: Mattie, this gentleman would like a book ... Right over there.
JERRY: Thank you.
[still eyeballing Connie, Jerry makes his way over to another desk where an older female librarian (played by Lillian Harmer) is sitting]
MATTIE: Name?
JERRY: Jerry Stewart.
MATTIE: Address?
JERRY: Palace Hotel.
MATTIE: Will you remain here long?
JERRY: Hm? Uh, that all depends.
MATTIE: Uh, references?
JERRY: Mm, ask anybody. Do I have to answer all this to get a book?
MATTIE: Well, you see, it's only a matter of--
CONNIE: Or you can make a deposit.
MATTIE: Two dollars, which will be refunded when you return the book.
[Jerry takes some money out of his pocket and hands it to her]
MATTIE: Thank you ... Oh, here's your card.
[he takes the library card from her]
JERRY: And thank you!
[Jerry starts to walk towards the stacks, but has a quizzical look on his face]
CONNIE: Are you familiar with the library?
JERRY: No.
[she gets up and walks over to him]
CONNIE: Well then, if you'll follow me ...
[they make their way towards the stacks]
CONNIE: Uh, what kind of book do you want?
JERRY: I don't know ... Uh, what could you suggest?
[she reaches for a book on one of the shelves]
CONNIE: Well, there's ... uh, poetry?
JERRY: [pause] Well ...
CONNIE: Drama?
JERRY: No.
CONNIE: Uh, fiction.
JERRY: No.
CONNIE: Um, well ... would you like Shakespeare?
JERRY: Oh, Shakespeare's alright, but you know how it is. Um, some nights you just don't feel like Shakespeare ...
CONNIE: No ...
[she goes to reshelve the Shakespeare book, but Jerry is coyly standing in her way]
JERRY: Do your eyes bother you?
CONNIE: No, why?
JERRY: They bother me.
[she quickly turns and heads for another bookshelf]
CONNIE: What kind of a book would you like?
JERRY: Uh, do you keep Einstein?
CONNIE: Now tell me, do you really want a book on--
JERRY: Sure sure, I want a book. Uh ...
[he gets uncomfortably close to her as he scans the shelves]
JERRY: Uh, history of France? No. Junior classics? No no. Uh, "Between Two Thieves?"
CONNIE: Mister, uh, whatever you name is ...
JERRY: Uh, Stewart.
CONNIE: Stewart. I'm sorry, I'm very busy.
JERRY: Hmm, I'm sorry too.
CONNIE: You'll find everything you want, and if you don't find what you want, you can call me and I'll-I'll come try to take care of it ...
JERRY: Mm.
[a little boy suddenly shows up and starts tugging on Connie's skirt]
BOY: Miss Randall? Can I have the key to the--
CONNIE: Yes, uh ...
[she hands him the key and sends him off, as Jerry makes his way towards one of the ladders by the bookshelves and imitates the child's high-pitched voice]
JERRY: Oh Miss Randall, can I have ...
[he goes back to this normal voice and points to the top shelf]
JERRY: That book up there?
CONNIE: History?
[she climbs up the ladder and reaches for one of the books]
JERRY: Uh, well uh, that blue--
CONNIE: "The Land of Romance?"
JERRY: Oh, no no no. No no, uh, that blue ...
CONNIE: "The British Isles?"
[he continues staring up at her as she reaches for another book]
JERRY: No, no ...
[she turns and notices what he's doing]
CONNIE: Are you showing me a grand time, mister, or are you showing me a grand time?
[she climbs down and walks away in a huff, as he laughs]
JERRY: Oh, excuse me ...
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From earthlink.net:
NO MAN OF HER OWN
Ruggles, Wesley (Director). No Man of Her Own. United States: Paramount Pictures, 1932.
Starring: Carole Lombard (Connie Randall, Librarian); Clark Gable (Babe Stewart)
Based on the Short Story by Edmund Goulding & Benjamin Glazer.
Poor Connie -- small town librarian with the dull, dull small town life ... until she's picked up (all too easily, methinks) by a slimy card shark dodging the law. (What does she see in this creep?) In brief, she runs to the big city and marries the man and eventually he learns his lesson and finally reforms thanks to the love of a pure woman. Gag me with a ... Anyway, the library scenes are clearly Hollywood sets, and the books (old and ratty, without labels) look like they were shelved by the Tasmanian Devil. (With all the sitting around she does, I find myself screaming at the TV, "Get off your arse and straighten up those shelves!" Sorry, but this is an abysmal movie. I usually love Lombard's work but this character shows such poor judgment.) Connie acts as a reader's advisor, and we learn that Babe Stewart is not interested in poetry, drama or Shakespeare. Mostly he's interested in Connie's legs, and he asks her to retrieve a book on the uppermost shelf so she has to climb a ladder. She catches on and sparks, "Are you showing me a grand time, mister, or are you showing me a grand time?" (I don't know what she means, either.) THAT little scene is credited with the spawning of the League of Decency although all we see is a flash of ankle and for sure Mr. Slimebucket doesn't really get to see any of the good parts. This film can be mined for library themes (the library as prison rather than refuge, see The Pagemaster) and it's an example of a beautiful librarian who defies the stereotype. And though Babe refers to her as clever, her taste in men leaves much to be desired. IMHO, always IMHO.
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