♪ Hail, hail, the gang's all here!
♪What the heck do we care? What the heck do we care?
♪ Hail, hail, the gang's all here!
♪What the heck do we care now?
(♪Singing: "Brazil")
♪ Brasil
♪ Ô, abre a cortina do passado
♪Tira a Mãe Preta do serrado
♪ Bota o Rei Congo no congado
♪ Brasil !
♪ Deixa cantar de novo o trovador
♪À merencória luz da lua
♪Toda canção do meu amor
♪ Quero ver a "Sã Dona" caminhando
♪ Pelos salões arrastando
- ♪ O seu vestido rendado - ♪ Brasil ! Brasil !
♪ Brasil ! Brasil !
(No audible dialogue)
♪ Brasil !
♪ Ô, esse coqueiro que dã côco
♪ Oi, onde amarro a minha rêde
♪ Nas noites claras de luar Brasil !
♪ Brasil ! Brasil !
♪ Brasil...
(Car horn honks)
Got any coffee on you?
Such a very handsome fellow. So you've come to welcome me?
In the place of Fiorello, I present you with the key.
(♪ "You Discover You're In New York")
♪To Broadway, and Harlem, And Greenwich Village too
♪You'll see a lot of places That will seem like home to you ♪
Oh, yes?
♪You're in the kind of a place that seems
♪ Like a little cabaret in Rio
♪Then you hear a boogie-woogie trio
♪And you discover you're in New York
♪A "senhorita" with the flashing eyes
♪ Looks to you as if she might be chummy
♪ But she only wants to play gin rummy
♪And you discover you're in New York
♪You hear a tropical drum, You drink a tropical rum
♪You're in a tropical spot And yet, you really are not
♪ In case you're missing the point, You're in a typical joint on gay Broadway
♪ For just a minute or two, you feel
♪That you're down around the old Equator
♪Then you're interrupted by the waiter
♪A South American named O'Rourke
♪And discover you're in New York
♪You're in the kind of an atmosphere
♪That would set a Latin heart a-flutter
♪Then you try to get a piece of butter
♪And you discover you're in New York
♪You have a feeling you're in Brazil
♪And you hope the ladies understand you
♪Then you start to pay The check they hand you
♪And you discover you're in New York
♪You hear Hawaiian guitars, You smoke Havana cigars
♪You build a castle in Spain And then you order chow-mein
♪And from a Swede or a Swiss, You get a tropical kiss on gay Broadway
♪You see a wonderful rumba dance
♪With the rhythm of the old West Indies
♪ But you're right across the street from Lindy's
♪ Or at the club they call the Stork
♪And discover you're in New York
♪You want to be with a big, strong man
♪And the jungle music is so creepy
♪ But the gentleman with you is sleepy
♪And you discover you're in New York
♪And...
♪ ...you discover you're in New York! ♪
Now I can retire. Well, there's your good-neighbour policy.
Come on, honey. Let's good-neighbour it.
There we are.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, that international favourite...
...Tony De Marco.
(♪ Orchestra plays dance music)
You never saw a place like this in your life.
Hello, kids. There you are. Wait a minute, I'll get you the other one.
This place gives me a very uneasy feeling, A.J.
Give me your hat and get your mind off your wife.
- That hat's all right? - Hat's all right.
- That's my hat. - She knows. Never lost one in her life.
Now, see here, A.J., I should have been more firm.
When I told you that I'm never seen in places like this, I meant it.
I don't know how you managed to get me this far. I should put my foot down.
Don't be a square from Delaware. Get hep to yourself.
- What kind of talk is that? - I heard it on a jukebox.
I don't think I like it.
- (Waiter) I have your table, Mr Mason. - Thank you, Harvey. Come on, Potsy.
Hey, Phil, do those two come here very often?
I haven't seen the mortician before,
but that old mountain goat comes leaping in two or three times a week.
That old mountain goat happens to be my father.
(Chuckles)
Well, I like goats. Lovely animals. Some of my best friends are...
- How about another goat...? Beer? - No, thanks.
I think I'll horn in on the old goat.
The usual lemonades.
- What did you order? - Lemonade.
How do you like Tony De Marco? Great, isn't he?
I hope that woman's his wife, because if she's not, there should be a law.
(Laughing)
That's a good one.
- He's good, huh? - Yeah.
A.J., look, we have company.
- What are you doing here? - I was about to ask you the same thing.
Oh, we just, uh, dropped in for a nightcap.
We missed the Westchester train and Potter here suggested that...
Nothing of the kind. This is entirely your father's idea.
- What? - Yes.
See here, I thought you had to get back to your outfit.
I do. I didn't say when. I've got till Monday morning.
How about you? Did Mrs Potter give you a furlough too?
I promised my wife I'd be home before midnight.
I like to keep my promises.
She expects me to and I expect her to expect me to.
Supposing I get Mrs Potter on the phone and explain that you just dropped in...
Go ahead, son. She likes Andy. Anything he tells her will be OK.
I'll call her. Fix everything.
You be sure to explain to her that this is just lemonade. Lemonade.
Lemonade.
Now, folks, the Club New Yorker proudly presents these dance instructors,
especially imported to teach you that brand-new South American dance...
the Uncle Samba.
Our girls don't wait for leap year. They choose their partners now.
And you don't have to wait either.
Look around and choose your nearest exquisite.
All right, girls, grab your partners and let's go.
Come on up. That's the idea. There we go.
There you are.
(Ringing)
Hello? Hello!
(Screams)
Hello? Oh, hello, Andy. Where are you?
Club New Yorker? Oh. Potter's with you?
Dad brought him here after the dinner for a nightcap. Don't worry.
Don't give him anything stronger than lemonade.
The last time he had champagne was on our honeymoon. It was at Niagara.
He thought he was a barrel.
He wanted me to roll over the falls with him.
I'll look after him.
Is Vivian there? Put her on.
Hold on, I'll call her. Oh, Vivian.
- (Vivian) Yes, Blossom. - Phone, dear.
- Who is it? - (Blossom) Andy.
Oh.
Hello, Andy.
At the Club New Yorker?
He is?
How dare you drag my father to such a sinful place.
Tell your mother she has nothing to worry about.
(Chuckles)
My father, he's doing all right.
Say, that girl's a honey.
- Who is she, Ruth? - That's Edie Allen, one of our new girls.
Edie Allen.
(Laughing)
Mr Potter.
(Potter) This is all your fault, A.J.
- You sicced that gypsy on me. - She's no gypsy. She's a Brazilian.
- Whatever she is, she's a... - She's a bombshell.
Bombshell. That's right. Did you see that man with the camera?
Did you see that thing explode? I was lucky to get out of that alive.
I'm gonna be firm. We are leaving.
I talked to Mrs Potter and everything's fine.
She was delighted that you'd taken up dancing.
She was? Did you tell her about me?
Did you tell her about me dancing with that South American savage?
- I shouldn't have let you telephone. - I was only joking. I told her nothing.
What I was doing on that floor, that wasn't Peyton Potter.
- Don't be modest. You were swell. - Really? I've had enough.
Mason, if you please.
Old Potsy can't take it.
Go with him. I've got some unfinished business.
Unfinished business? That must mean a girl.
- Boy, I wish I were young again. - I'm glad you're not. Where would I be?
- Good night, son. - Good night, Dad.
Oh, waiter. Take a message to Phil Baker.
Ask him to meet me at the bar between shows.
Yes, sir.
And, waiter, have him bring Miss Allen with him.
- There you are. - Yes, sir. Miss Allen.
- You wanna see me, Andy? - Yes.
- Where's Miss Allen? - Miss Allen?
Between shows, she goes over to the Broadway Canteen.
- To dance with servicemen. - Did you tell her I want to meet?
She wasn't interested. You picked the wrong girl.
I'll think I'll go over to that Broadway Canteen.
- You won't get to first base. - I'm pretty good at baseball.
So is the mighty Casey. Even Casey struck out.
Take more than three strikes to keep me away.
- Fifty bucks says you go down swinging. - I'll take that bet.
(♪ Orchestra plays: "Minnie's In The Money")
♪ Have you heard that Minnie's in the money?
♪Take my word that Minnie's in the money
♪She hasn't got a guy who's got a diamond mine
♪ But she's a welder on the old assembly line
♪So bless her, yes sir, for Minnie's in the money
♪ Minnie's in the money, that's fine
♪She's helping Uncle Sam to keep his people free
♪She's okay, hooray! Minnie's in the dough-ray-me ♪
(Audience cheering)
(♪ Plays: "Soft Winds")
Have you ever been in Tennessee?
- No, is that where y'all from? - You guessed it.
- I bet I can tell you where you're from. - Where?
- Heaven, lady. Heaven. - Shove off, sailor.
- So long, angel. - So long, Tennessee.
- Are you really an angel? - The Navy seems to think so.
My mama always told me, if I was a good boy I'd see an angel.
You be a good boy now and watch that right hand.
- It's slipping. - Just looking for your wings, baby...
- ...looking for your wings. - Oh.
- Do I really have to give you up? - Sorry, it's the rule here.
Marines lay the groundwork and the Army takes over.
When I first saw you, I said, "Target for tonight."
- Hmm. You're not wearing them? - Not wearing what?
Your marksmanship medals.
- I wish you weren't so beautiful. - Why?
Then nobody would cut in and you'd be all mine for the rest of the evening.
Have you been getting results with that line?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You're used to getting a pretty good spiel from most of these fellas, I guess.
Oh, I don't mind them.
After all, they're a long way from home.
Long way from their girls.
You can't blame them if they get off the beam once in a while.
They're all pretty sweet, even the wise ones.
Say, would you think I was too forward if I...?
If you what?
- Well, if I asked you your name. - No, of course not.
- It's Allen. What's yours? - What?
I said, what's your name?
Oh, well, it's Casey.
Casey, that's a pretty good name.
- "Casey at the Bat." - That's me.
Huh?
Well, I mean, I've played a lot of baseball.
- Are you pretty good? - That depends.
Sometimes I don't even get to first base.
- I like baseball. - So do I.
I like dancing too.
- Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. - That's all right.
- Would you like something to eat? - Yes, I guess I would.
- Doughnuts and coffee? Come on. - If you led me to it, I'd eat hay.
May I have a couple, June?
Thank you. There you are.
- Oh, cream and sugar? - No, thanks.
You'll find those awfully good.
You can dunk if you'd like to.
- Dunk? - Mm-hm. Like this.
- Isn't that better? - Yes, it's much better.
Here, have another bite.
Couldn't we just talk? I'm not awfully hungry.
I have to leave pretty soon. I've got a show.
A show? Are you an actress?
Well, not exactly.
Just a showgirl from the Club New Yorker.
- A showgirl. - Mm-hm.
- Gee, no wonder you're so glamorous. - Now...
Say...
- ...if I'm not being too forward... - Yes?
Do you suppose I could walk to the club with you?
Or do you have a boyfriend?
I haven't a boyfriend, no.
But we're not allowed to leave the Canteen with soldiers.
Oh.
And now I'm afraid I'll have to say good night.
- Good night? - Mm-hm.
Won't I ever see you again?
I'm here three nights a week.
Yes, but I won't have another leave for some time.
I'm sorry. Best of luck, soldier.
Thanks.
- You're sweet. - Thanks.
(Andy clears throat)
Well, looks like we've reached our objective. Good night, Casey.
- I wish you didn't have to go in. - Good night, soldier.
Couldn't I meet you after? We could go out...
...and you could show me the town, sort of. Will you?
- I'd love to. - Really?
I'll be finished at 1:30, just in time for a drink and dance at the Stork Club.
Then on to El Morocco...
...then just a quick look in on Monte Carlo.
We'll go to Lindy's for a late bite...
...and then I know a swell spot on 52nd Street.
Won't cost you more than $50.
That is, of course, if you don't tip too heavily.
We're gonna have lots of fun, sergeant.
- Those places are expensive, aren't they? - Yes, they are.
I'm afraid I couldn't afford it, not on a sergeant's salary.
Well, what do you say we skip the whole thing?
- All right. - Good night, soldier.
Good night.
- Casey? - Yeah?
Would you like to see the show?
- Gee, would I ! - I'll fix it for you out front.
No, don't go to all that trouble. I'll see it from backstage.
(Audience applauds)
(♪ "The Lady In The Tutti Frutti Hat")
(Monkeys screeching)
(Men wolf-whistling)
♪ I wonder why does ev'rybody look at me?
♪And then begin to talk about a Christmas tree?
♪ I hope that means that ev'ryone is glad to see
♪The lady in the tutti-frutti hat
♪The gentlemen, they want to make me say, "Si, si"
♪ But I don't tell them that, I tell them, "Yes, sir-ee!"
♪And maybe that is why they come for dates to me
♪The lady in the tutti-frutti hat
♪Some people say I dress too gay, But ev'ry day, I feel so gay
♪And when I'm gay, I dress that way
♪ Is something wrong with that? No!
♪Americanos tell me that my hat is high
♪ Because I will not take it off to kiss a guy
♪ But if I ever start to take it off, ay, ay!
♪ Ay, ay!
♪ I do that once for Johnny Smith
♪And he is very happy with the lady in the tutti-frutti hat
♪ Let people say you dress too gay, But ev'ry day, you feel so gay
♪And when you're gay, you dress that way
♪There's nothing wrong with that!
♪ Brazil señoritas they are sweet and shy
♪They dance and play together when the sun is high
♪ But when the dropped moon is in the sky, ay, ay!
♪ Ay, ay!
♪They have a different kind of fun
♪And even I forget that I'm the lady in the tutti frutti hat
♪Americanos tell me that my hat is high
♪ Because I will not take it off to kiss a guy
♪ But if I ever start to take it off, ay, ay!
♪ I do that once for Johnny Smith
♪And he is very happy with The lady in the tutti-frutti hat... ♪
(Woman #1) Good night, Dan. (Dan) Good night.
(Woman #2) Good night. (Dan) Good night.
- Good night, Dan. - Oh, Miss Allen.
I've just had a nice talk with your boyfriend here.
Didn't know you had a sweetheart.
I, uh... I told him we were sweethearts. I hope you don't mind.
Stop acting like Don Ameche and get me a taxi.
- I've got one waiting. - Thank you.
Let's go over by the rail.
First a taxi cab then the Staten Island ferry.
You certainly can pick them.
(Andy chuckles)
Well, you see, I thought it was near and really much cheaper than...
- ...any nightclub in town. - Any nightclub in town, uh-huh.
It is kind of nice to get out of the city.
I'll say.
- It's beautiful out here, isn't it? - Mm-hm.
You're beautiful too, Edie.
I couldn't keep my eyes off you in that show tonight.
You ought to be the star instead of one of the girls.
I won't be for long. Phil promised me a song in the new show.
- Really? I didn't know you could sing. - Phil thinks I can.
- He's a swell guy. - You'll like him...
- ...when you get to know him. - Sounds as though...
...you're gonna let me come around some more.
- Could be. - Well, after all...
...I suppose I'll have to hear you sing sometime. Won't I?
- Yes, I suppose you will. - Well...
- ...what are we waiting for? - All right, soldier, you win.
- Ready? - Uh- huh.
Hear the orchestra?
Yeah.
Where is it coming from?
Where's your imagination?
♪A journey to a star
♪Would not be very far
♪As long as I'm alone with you
♪ Romantic as we are
♪A journey to a star
♪ Could start before the dawn breaks through
♪You're right beside my heart
♪We're just about a kiss apart
♪And we could make a dream come true
♪A moment of your love would have the feeling of...
♪A journey to a star with you...
Gee, that's swell.
- Did you really like it? - You bet I did.
- Hey. - What?
Look over there.
- The evening star. - Over your left shoulder too.
That ought to mean something.
Oh, I...
I forgot to tell you.
We're gonna have Benny Goodman & His Orchestra in the new show.
- Oh, you are? - Mm-hm.
That's fine.
I'm certainly glad I met you tonight.
- Why? - Oh, lots of reasons.
Do me a favour, will you?
Sing that song again.
- Oh, you don't wanna hear it again. - Oh, yes, I do.
- That sounds like an order. - It is.
OK, sergeant.
♪A journey to a star
♪Would not be very far
♪As long as I'm alone with you
♪ Romantic as we are
♪A journey to a star
♪ Could start before the dawn breaks through
♪You're right beside my heart
♪We're just about a kiss apart
♪And we could make a dream come true
♪A moment of your love
♪Would have the feeling of...
♪A journey to a star with y... ♪
(Crowd applauds)
Here we are.
Wait for me.
(Edie) Well? (Andy) Oh, no.
I'm gonna take you right up to the door.
- Will I see you tomorrow? - I thought you had to go to camp.
Well, I do, but you'll be at the Grand Central Station to see me off.
I hadn't thought about it.
You'll think about it now, won't you?
Uh- huh.
But you haven't even told me where you were going.
- Huh? - I mean, your camp. Where is it?
Oh. Oh, well...
...that's a military secret.
- Is it north, east, south or west? - I can't tell you that either.
You see, I've never been there before.
From some of what the fellas tell me, it's really a paradise for soldiers.
- No. - Yeah.
They say it's so warm and beautiful there.
And at night even the ocean sings you to sleep.
And the moon and the stars, why, they...
- Oh, that's swell. - Yeah.
You'll be hearing from me the minute I get there.
My train leaves at 8.
I'll meet you at the information booth at 7:30.
Well, I, uh...
I don't know whether I can make it. You see, I have a rehearsal...
...in the morning and I don't know for how long...
Then I promised Mabel from there I'd go to Brooklyn with her...
...to see the Dodgers play and...
I guess, maybe I could miss seeing the Dodgers.
Won't hurt anything.
- Don't be late. - I won't.
Remember: Grand Central Station, 7:30.
I'll be there.
Good night.
Did you have a good time in town? Well?
Vivian, I want to tell you about last night. You see, I...
Andy, you don't have to explain anything to me.
I simply asked you if you had a good time.
- Well, uh, yes, I did. - Well, that's all that matters.
You're a good sport, Vivian. But then you've always been.
Sure, you're a very lucky guy to have a girl like me.
I know that.
However, don't think I won't be jealous if you go around in that uniform...
...and get yourself a sweetheart in every port.
- Oh, I'm a soldier, not a sailor. - A soldier can get in deep water too.
Sometimes way over his head.
(Chattering)
(♪Swing music plays on record player)
I wish I could take this pool of yours back to the camp with me.
You mean they don't have a swimming pool for you?
Or a nice man to bring you tall, frosty drinks when you're thirsty?
(Andy laughs)
Good afternoon. How's the swimming today?
- Super, Mrs. Potter, simply super. - Well, that's wonderful.
- Aren't you going in, Mrs. Potter? - Oh, mercy, no.
The pool is Vivian's department. I just have the towel concession.
Please, don't rush those things back and forth too much.
- These children are here to swim. - Yes, madam.
Hello, kiddies. Have you seen the morning tabloid?
Wall Street's well-known Peyton Potter does the Samba with the famous Dorita.
(Andy and Vivian laughing)
I suppose you'll show this to Dad right away and be properly outraged.
Oh, no, I'm saving that until I need it.
Go ahead, Beezy, ask her.
- I will. Stop pushing. - Well, go ahead.
- Mrs. Potter? - Yes, my dear. What is it?
- Would you care to dance, Mrs. Potter? - Me? Oh, isn't that sweet of you.
- Just being polite, of course. - Oh, no, he isn't.
- I told him you like to dance. - Oh, I do. I love it...
...but he is so young and I am so, you know, so- so.
- Oh, you embarrass me, really you do. - Oh, go ahead, Mother.
- Beezy loves to dance. - That's what I'm afraid of.
You know, I'm not 16 anymore. I feel silly.
He wants to play.
Drop that.
Mrs. Potter, I want to have a talk with you.
Come to my study at once, please.
Pass the ammunition, kiddies.
- You're going to write me? - Are those orders, sergeant?
- I'm serious, Edie. - How serious?
Hearing from you every day would make me feel...
...that you're marching right up there with me...
...at the head of the column.
And that's where I want you to be, Edie.
I will write you, Andy, every day.
(Announcer) All aboard, leaving on track 28, Westbound Limited.
Chicago, Omaha, Denver, Salt Lake City...
...Los Angeles and San Francisco. Westbound, all aboard.
Well, I guess that's me.
Wait a minute, Andy, you said you were going to Florida.
- I didn't say that. - Yes, you did.
You said you were going to a camp where it was warm and beautiful.
- But, Edie... - But I remember every word.
You even said the ocean would sing you to sleep...
- ...and the moon and the stars and... - Well, that's right, darling.
The ocean will sing me to sleep, and the moon and the stars...
The stars. Remember last night on the ferryboat?
- Yes. - Well, look over your left shoulder...
- No, Andy, no. - Please, just for me, just this once.
For good luck, please.
Andy, you've got... Andy!
Andy!
- It's the last time I'll take you anyplace. - Edie, well.
- Fancy seeing you here. - Yes, isn't it fancy?
- I suppose you came to meet our train? - Yes, I did, but I was a little early.
You couldn't have been seeing a few soldiers off by any chance?
A few soldiers? Only one, I'll bet you: Sergeant Crazy.
It's Casey, Dorita. And what's wrong with saying goodbye to a soldier?
- Nothing. - I call it nice works if you can get him.
- Where have you two been? - To the cleaners.
- The cleaners? - That's what they called racetrack.
Dorita has never seen a race, so I took her out to Empire City.
I thought she ought to meet a few of the horses she's been supporting.
I've never seen a race myself, Dorita. Tell me about it.
OK, I tell you. First, you pick the horse.
To win, to place, to show. Then you buy three tickets.
You sit and hold them like this. The horse lose, you tear up the tickets.
Then you pick three more: Win, place, show.
You buy three more tickets. You hold them.
The horse lose again. You tear them up.
More races, more tickets, more horse lose.
The day is over and what have you got? I show you.
Hold this for me. Like this, yes.
- Horses. - Well, it looks like a white Christmas.
A.J., have you seen this San Francisco newspaper?
Why should I see the San Francisco newspaper?
My secretary's hometown is San Francisco.
- She gets the newspaper every day. - What has that got to do with me?
Don't be stupid. If it weren't her home, she wouldn't get the paper.
I wouldn't be able to show you your son receiving a medal.
So what?
What? Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?
Look at that. Been in the South Pacific three months and already a hero.
Why wasn't I told about this? Why didn't Andy write me?
- Where's my mail, Miss Custer? - Right there before you, Mr. Mason.
Oh, so it is. Why...? Why were you keeping this from me?
- Why, that's a medal. It's a medal. - It's the same one as in the picture.
It's the same one, on a ribbon. Isn't that handsome.
- Oh, he's in San Francisco. - No.
- Be home in about two weeks. - No.
Potsy! My son, back on American soil and a hero.
- Oh ! - Please.
I tell you, we've gotta get busy and make some plans.
Certainly. Why not another stag dinner? I had a very good time at that last one...
No, no, right here, behind his name he signs, "N- S- D."
Yes, National Selective Draft. You see, that's what...
National Selective nothing. It's N-S-D: No Stag Dinner.
No Stag Dinner, yes. Then a quiet little party at home. Just the two families.
He don't want a quiet little dinner. He's young, he wants excitement.
- Why, he wants wine, girls, song. - Yes, well, there's the community sing...
...every Thursday night, and it's really...
Oh, that's so stupid, the choir. I know what it is.
His favourite spot, the Club New Yorker.
Oh, well, that lets me out. Of course, he's your son...
Now, wait a minute, I'm tied up with this board meeting.
You go over to the Club New Yorker and make arrangements for a party.
What are you talking about? I go in broad daylight and by myself?
Oh, never mind. Now, come on, come on. I'll go with you.
Miss Custer, cancel my next appointment.
Where did you think you were going?
(Benson yelling indistinct instructions)
(Benson) Close it in. Come on.
Watch your feet. Up.
That's it, lines. Now, travel forward. Come on, forward, travel.
No, kind of ragged, girls. Benson, I want you to set a new routine for this opening.
Come on, Potsy. If you're scared, hold my hand.
Mr. Baker, you remember me, Andy's father.
- Yes, indeed. - My partner, Mr. Potter.
Hello. And how's the sergeant?
If you're referring to my son, he's back and covered with medals.
- How do you like that? Andy, a hero. - Now, that's why we're here.
He'll be home in a couple weeks. I wanted to arrange a party for him here.
That would be fine, only the club is closed. We're rehearsing a new show.
Oh, really? Well, in that case, Mason...
...Mr. Barker must be very busy with his chorus girls and things...
- Wait. - What's the matter?
- I've got an idea. - It's too late.
- This time it's a real killer-diller. - A what?
Jukebox. Why don't you bring your show up to my place?
That is a ridiculous idea.
You're not well. It's the air in here. It's this fresh paint.
Look, you could rehearse it there and present it at Oakwood.
- Oakwood? That's my place. - Of course.
What are you talking about?
That enormous terraced garden on the south slope.
We could put tables on the terrace and stage the show in the rose garden.
I won't hear of such a thing. Those are my prized yellow roses.
We'll put the show on to sell war bonds.
We'll make it the biggest bond-selling drive you ever saw.
We'll charge our neighbours $5000 bonds for admission.
Why, we'd raise a million dollars, which would go to help Andy Mason...
...and millions like him, to get the stuff they need.
If you had a beard, you'd remind me of my two favourite people:
Santa Claus and Uncle Sam.
Well, we'll consider everything settled.
You bring your whole troupe up for a week.
We got plenty of room for everybody. Bring them up for two weeks.
Oh, be sensible. Actors for two weeks?
- Oh, now, now. - You couldn't feed them.
We haven't got time to be sensible. I'll call you back this afternoon...
- ...and give you the details. - Great.
Oh, by the way, do you think the Brazilian bombshell will like the idea?
Well, I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself?
- Here she comes now. - How do you like my new costume?
You think it will knock their feet off, huh?
Sensational. Oh, Dorita, you remember Mr. Potter and Mr. Mason?
- Ah ! - Ah !
I remember Mr. Potty. You are here to kick up some more heels, huh?
- No. - Mr. Potter wants you...
- ...to come to his house this weekend. - Ah, ah, ah.
You naughty boy. You are what they call a fast workman, yes?
- Mason, please. - That was really my idea.
We wanted you to come and help sell war bonds.
Oh, you know, I like you both. I think you are very cute.
Phil, we're ready for Edie Allen's number.
Why don't you stick around, watch the rehearsal?
I wanna see what you think. OK, Benny, here we go.
- (Benny) All right, Phil. - What do you say? How about it, Edie?
- I'm all ready, Phil. - (Phil) All right, boys, hit the lights.
Come on, girls, clear the stage, everyone. Hit it, Benny.
Wait until you hear her sing this song. It's a lulu.
(♪ Orchestra plays: "No Love, No Nothin"')
♪ No love, no nothin'
♪ Until my baby comes home...
(Footsteps approaching)
(Footsteps recede)
♪ No love, no nothin'
♪ Until my baby comes home
♪ No, sir, no nothin'
♪As long as baby must roam
♪ I promised him I'd wait for him
♪Till even Hades froze
♪ I'm lonesome, Heaven knows
♪ But what I said still goes
♪ No love, no nothin'
♪And that's a promise I'll keep
♪ No fun with no one
♪ I'm getting plenty of sleep
♪ My heart's on strike
♪And though it's like An empty honeycomb
♪ No love, no, sir!
♪ No nothin' Till my baby comes home
♪ But what I said still goes
♪ No love, no nothin'
♪And that's a promise I'll keep
♪ No fun, with no one
♪ I'm getting plenty of sleep
♪ My heart's on strike
♪And though it's like An empty honeycomb
♪ No love
♪ No, sir!
♪ No nothin' Till my baby comes home ♪
- Where did you get the station wagons? - From the neighbours.
I'm chairman of the transportation committee.
With Mr. Mason's $5000 war bond admission, reservations are pouring in.
At $200 a table, looks like a sell-out for the Army and the Navy.
- Say, that's wonderful. - Did you ever saw so much flowers...
- ...and trees and shrubberies? - Very nice, Dorita, very nice.
What are you do up in the dumps?
Edie is worried. She thinks a certain soldier may be back from overseas.
Why shouldn't I worry? He'll never find me here.
The club is closed, I left my apartment. He won't know where I am.
I know exactly how you feel, Edie. I have a soldier too.
He lives right next door. Andy Mason Jr. Maybe you know him.
- Andy Mason Jr.? Why, I know him well. - You do?
Say, you're not by any chance engaged to him, are you?
Well, sort of. We've been sweethearts since I was 10 and he was 1 2.
- Andy's just back from Australia. - Australia? Casey was in Australia.
Really? Wouldn't it be funny if they knew each other?
Yes.
Wouldn't it?
(♪ Orchestra plays swing music)
(All laughing)
Mr. and Mrs. Potter, I want you to meet Benny Goodman and his boys.
- How do you do, Benny and boys? - (All) How do you do, madam?
Go in the house. You'll find everything you need.
- Walter and Edwards'll take care of you. - (All) Thank you.
Just make yourselves at home, boys and girls.
Mother, this is Edie Allen and Dorita.
- I think you've met Mr. Mason. - Hello.
- How are you? - Welcome to Oakwood, my dears.
- We're so pleased. - Thank you.
Oh, I remember you from your pictures in the newspapers.
Or was it the police gazette?
- How are you? - I'm very well to do, thank you.
Oh, you do very well what you do do.
Now, you young ladies will have the magnolia room...
...that is the room next to my daughter's.
I'll show you up.
Mm-hm. I'm going to like here.
That hat. I'll have to watch my bell cords and lampshades.
- Oh, Phil. - Hello, Mr. Mason.
I want you to meet Phil Baker.
- How do you do, Mrs. Potter? - Oh, this is a great pleasure, Mr. Baker.
I've heard so much about you, from young Andrew especially.
I'm so happy to have you with us, so happy.
I'm so happy to be here, Mrs. Potter. It's lovely of you...
...to arrange this holiday for my little troupe.
- So very lovely. - Oh, it's nothing at all, really.
I'll leave you to get acquainted...
...while I see that the boys find their proper rooms.
- Blossom. - Philsy!
- Blossom, you old cabbage, you. - Oh, boy, it's more like coleslaw now.
- You haven't changed a bit. - I wish I could say the same for you.
You could if you'd lie a little too.
- Do you remember Paris? - Do I?
- Oh, Paris. - Paris in the '20s.
Oh, boy, were you a sensation with that accordion.
And your silver soprano. What a set of pipes.
Ah, the pipes are not what they used to be. They're a little corroded right now.
If anybody in Westchester ever dreamed...
- ...I was once on the stage and in Paris... - Scandalous.
- Remember the Count de Grace? - How could I forget him?
He used to call me his long-stem Blossom.
But what the countess called you made international headlines.
- Oh, that was the Beaux Arts Ball. - You and I took over the show.
- Remember that apache dance we did? - Do l?
(Humming)
- Are you sure it was in the '20s? - I'm positive it was.
It was in the '20s, wasn't it?
(Gasps)
- Mrs. Potter. - Oh, Peytie.
I was welcoming Mr. Baker to Oakwood.
- Mr. Baker, Mr. Potter. - How do you do?
I had no idea he was that welcome.
How welcome would you say I was, in round numbers?
The rest of the theatrical people are on the terrace.
Possibly you'd like to join them, Mr. Bascombe?
You left your motor running. He's a sweetheart.
I'd bet he'd give away his last pint of blood. In fact, I think he has.
I forbid you getting within 20 feet of that man.
You understand me? Twenty feet.
- Oh, Peytie, wouldn't you settle for 10? - Well, 15 at the most.
- Peytie, can I help it if I am irresistible? - It's that vitamin B1.
You were taking too much. You're overdoing it.
- Peytie... - I don't care to discuss the matter at all.
- All right, cap. Hook her up. - (Man) Give me the slat.
(Orchestra practising)
- I love that melody. - That's the music for Tony and Maria.
- Where are they? - Oh, Tony? Maria?
Don't look now, here comes half of them.
Don't tell me they've been rationed too.
I know, but what are you gonna do?
(Speaking in Spanish)
Ah, ah. If you don't cut that out, the censors will. What's he saying?
He wants to know why he has to dance in a garden.
- What's that got to do with it? - Mr. Potter's roses. He's fond of them.
He says you don't realise what your fiendish little roses have done.
Yes. What have they done?
(Speaking in Spanish)
- What did he say? - How should I know?
They had to send his partner back with rose fever.
She doesn't like roses so Tony hates them.
Is that so? Where is he? Where is he? There you are.
My roses aren't fond of you. What have you got to say?
(Speaking in Spanish)
He's gonna sue you and your roses for ruining his partner's health.
Sue me? This is an outrage. Where's Mason? He got me into this.
I'm gonna have you and your troupe thrown off of this place forcibly.
- Mason. - Oh, Mr. Potter.
Let him go. Mason will cool him off.
What happens to me they wouldn't believe on the Goodwill Hour.
- Tell Tony he'll get another partner. Yes. - Another partner? But who?
- That's his worry. - OK.
(Speaking in Spanish)
(Clears throat)
- I'll stay as I am. - But Tony...
Tony!
(Speaking in Portuguese)
I'm sorry. I've never seen any...
You are beautiful.
- He speaks English. - It's wolf talk. That's international.
Vivian's all right. She catches on pretty quick.
I taught her a few steps when her father wasn't around.
I might've known. Mrs. Potter was a great dancer in her day.
- Really? - She was so smooth...
...she could waltz with a glass of beer and never disturb the foam.
- Well, I guess Vivian takes after her. - A block off the old chip, huh?
That was thrilling.
I think you dance beautifully.
- Wonderful. - You really do.
(Speaking in Spanish)
Baby, you were great. I want you in the show.
Thanks. I'm afraid of Dad. He'd never approve, would he, Mother?
- Why not? - You know how he feels...
...about shows and show people. My purple past.
- Vivian's gonna be in this show. - Peyton will never allow it.
- Not even with some gentle persuasion? - What do you mean?
- Let's see. I've got it! Your boudoir. - What are you talking about?
The biggest scene of your career. Come along, you old tenderised ham.
Well, at last. I'm worth something.
- You know what to do now? - No, my mama never told me.
Don't you worry about me.
(Knocking)
- Here he is. - Do your stuff.
Come in. Oh, Peyton !
- You sent for me, dear? - Yes, I did.
- What's Mr. Barlow doing here? - Oh, protect me.
- This man is blackmailing us. - Blackmail?
- What's he want? Money? - Would it were money he wanted.
- What do you mean? - He threatens me...
...unless I allow our daughter to dance in the show with Tony De Marco.
Why? That's unthinkable.
Oh, you blackguard. Oh, you gangster.
How could you think of such a fiendish scheme?
Now, Mr. Potter, the only decision I want you to make is this...
Shall I introduce Vivian as the charming child...
...of Mr. and Mrs. Peyton Potter? Or shall I simply announce:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the talented daughter...
...of the notorious Blossom Murphy"?
(Both gasp)
You know her name? You told him your name?
- No, Peyton, he knew me in Paris. - In Paris?
Scoundrel.
Out of her dark past which she has lived down so beautifully...
...you come at a time like this to blackmail her.
Ugly word, blackmail. Don't say it again.
Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail.
- How much does he want? - I don't know.
As I said before or should have said: You cannot bribe me with gold.
It is the artistry that was Blossom Murphy I would restore...
- ...through Vivian. - Peyton, you won't make her do it.
You won't make her appear in that show. I would die.
I see no other way out, darling. Mr. Bailey has us in his power.
- Will you give your consent, Mrs. Potter? - If Mr. Potter insists.
What else can I do? But I'm not finished with you yet.
I'll see a good lawyer today to deal with you for this outrage.
My brother in Brooklyn, he's a whiz on blackmail cases.
- Oh, is he? - Yes.
Really.
(♪Singing: "I've Got A Gal In Kalamazoo")
Dorita, come in. I've got a surprise for you.
What surprise? What was it?
Dad's given his consent. I can appear in the show.
Marvellous. Then everything is donkey- dory?
- What you got there? - Sergeant Mason.
You like him?
Sergeant Mason. He's Sergeant Crazy.
Oh, I think it's you that's crazy.
Oh, no, no. I'm not crazy. My name is Dorita.
- This is the man I'm going to marry. - What?
Then he's a two- time double- cross snake in the bush.
- Dorita? - Yes.
- Are you the woman? - Of course I'm a woman.
- Do I look like a man? - You don't understand.
I think there was someone he was playing around with in town.
Look, nobody play around me in town, in the cities, nowhere.
I thought you recognised this picture.
At first minute, yes. But at second minute, no.
It was somebody else who looked like him, like a twin sisters.
Same eyes, same hair, same mouth.
You were telling the truth?
- Scratch my heart. - (Edie) Vivian, are you in?
Oh, it's Edie.
What about it? Does that frighten you?
No, I am cold as a cucumber.
- Come in, Edie. - I just heard the good news.
- Phil's blackmail party really paid off. - Isn't it wonderful?
- I've always wanted to dance. - Tony's very excited.
Well, I'm glad.
- What's the matter with you? - Nothing. I feel in the pinks.
Well, stop looking like Lady Macbeth.
- What's wrong with her? - I don't know.
- Can I get you something, Dorita? - Oh, no, no, nothing.
I feel wonderful if you don't mind.
(Vivian) Why don't you sit? You seem restless.
Oh, no, no, I like it here just standing.
- Aren't you tired? - Yes, I guess I am.
I think I go now and turn myself in and get some shuteyes, you know.
- Good night. - (Vivian) Good night, Dorita.
- (Edie) I'll see you in a few minutes. - Yes. Good night.
(Dorita snoring)
Dorita, you're snoring again.
Dorita, Dorita, wake up.
What's the matter? Buglers?
Where did you get this picture?
What picture?
You know what picture. This picture of Casey.
- Your birthday next week, no? - Don't change the subject.
I'm not changing anything.
Casey sent you the picture for your birthday. Only he sent to me.
Now you have spoiled surprise. That's all.
No, I haven't.
It's a much better surprise this way.
- You think so? Yes? - Mm-hm.
Good.
I don't get it.
(♪ Orchestra plays swing music)
Good heavens, 10:00!
I might expect this from you in person...
...but when your picture wanders into strange girls' rooms, really.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Well, what do you want?
Mr. Mason is serving everyone mint shallops...
- ...and I bring you a mint shallops too. - You might have saved the trouble.
I am a teetotaller. I never touch alcohol.
- You don't touch it, you drink it. - I'm sorry, but I am a very busy man.
I'm never disturbed at this time in the morning.
Run away, please, and take those poisonous things with you.
No, I stay and be a teetotaller too. Maybe show me how to teetotal, huh?
Miss Dorita, I am a businessman.
I go in for no foolishness. I'm entirely business.
I like that. Maybe you show me how to be all business too.
- Is it fun? - Fun?
Business? Certainly not. It's not supposed to be.
- Oh, no? - No.
Then I don't think I like it. I like to have fun.
- You'll never make money that way. - Oh, money, huh?
You have lots of, don't you?
Thousands and thousands of dollars, huh?
I've done rather well, yes.
Look, Dorita has only little.
If she had only a few thousand she would not work for a boss.
She work for herself and in her own nightclub.
Maybe you let her have a few thousands, maybe?
Well, certainly not.
I never heard of such nonsense. I never invest in theatrical enterprises, never.
Take these two slugs, I think they call them...
...and tell everybody I'm not to be disturbed.
- What do you invest in? - Well, several things.
I have an investment counsellor, really.
- What is that? - He's a man who handles my money.
- Mm-hm, I have one of those too. - Who is it?
- Phil Baker. - Phil Baker, the actor?
- Mm-hm, yes. - He handles your money?
Only when he handles my money, I never see it again.
Like this five horses with leathers.
Horses? You need say no more, Miss Dorita.
I understand why you never see your money again. You're foolish.
You should insist on sound investments. I want you to tell my wife...
- Maybe you could handle my money. - I'm very sorry. No, I have no time.
But how much time it took, please? How much time...?
It takes more time than I can afford to give.
I'm sorry but I'm in no mood to listen to financial suggestions.
- So please, please... - Come here and sit by me.
Come here and sit and tell me more about sound investments.
- Yes, yes. You have the busiest hands. - Yes, you think so?
Sound investments? There are quite a few of them.
Quite a few I haven't got money for. Tell me one.
- One? Well, there's National Copper. - National Copper?
- That's very safe. - That's pretty, I like it very much.
Thank you very, very nice. Yes.
Well.
- Of course, there's American Steel. - American Steel?
That's beautiful too. I like too.
- Thank you very, very nice. - Yes, and l...
- I could say Tel and Tel. - Tel and Tel.
- I like that best of all. - I hoped you would.
- Yes, I like. - I hoped you would.
And did you play money on this Tel and Tel?
- Oh, very often, quite a lot of money. - She come in for you?
- If that's the way you want to put it. - I want to put it that way.
- I want to put my money on her. Yes! - On Tel and Tel.
Thank you very, very nice!
Potty, what's the matter?
(Whispers) I don't know.
- But it's happened. - What happened?
- Does that mean anything to you? - No.
- Well, it does to me. - I don't understand.
Oh, nobody is more surprised than I am.
Mr. Potty, I'm afraid of you.
You are, really?
National Copper, eh? American Steel? Well...
Don't move.
- Mrs. Potty. - Don't mention my wife.
We're going to keep this all on an even keel.
Mrs. Potty...
(Speaking in Portuguese)
Do you remember the other night when we danced together?
- You do remember. Good. - Mrs. Potty...
- Do you remember how I held you? - I don't remember...
- That's the way I'm gonna hold you. - No, no, no.
- Mrs. Potty. - We'd like to be alone, please.
Darling, how marvellous. We were just discussing the invasion.
The investments, the investments. It's Tel and Tel, miss.
You mustn't forget. That's one of our soundest investments.
You can't go wrong with Tel and Tel, can we, darling?
Tel and Tel. Oh, Tel and Tel.
- Thank you very, very nice... - Just a minute.
It wasn't my fault. He swoop me off my feet.
Oh, tut, tut, tut.
So...
Well, old swoopy. Swapping swoops at your age. What have you got to say?
I told you, darling, we were discussing investments.
I see. Is that the way it's being done nowadays?
No wonder you come home from the office tired.
That's what I say, dear, that's why I say. No wonder.
Oh, ketchup.
No doubt.
And from a Brazilian tomato.
(Women chatting and giggling)
Darn it. Hook me up, will you, soldier?
Thanks.
- Excuse me. - Hey, where are you go...?
Andy! Andy, welcome home, son.
- Dad. - I knew you'd do it.
Looks good to see you after all these months.
- That goes double, Dad. - I didn't expect you till evening.
Well, I flew in. Gee, it's great to be home.
But what's going on here? The house is full of show people.
Don't worry, son. I locked up the silverware...
...and put all the breakable stuff away. I've got a big surprise for you.
(Knocking)
- (Edie) Oh, Vivian? - Come in, Edie.
- Does that do it, Nanette? - I think it will.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
My, but you look pretty.
I hope so. Andy's coming home today.
That's right. I'm looking forward to meeting your Andy.
- Oh, you'll like him. - I'm sure I will.
(Nanette) There, that does it. (Vivian) Thank you, Nanette.
(Nanette) You're welcome, Miss Vivian.
- Oh, what a coincidence. - (Vivian) What?
This frame. I have one exactly like...
What are you doing with this on your table?
- That's the man I'm going to marry. - Are you kidding?
No, of course not. It's a very good picture of him.
- Well, I agree with you. - You do?
- You don't even know him. - Not really, but I've seen him.
- You have? - Mm-hm.
Look. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
What would your sergeant think of this?
I'll bet Dorita had something to do with it.
You wait and see.
Tell me, Dad, what's the idea?
It's a little surprise party for you, sergeant.
As you're opposed to bachelor dinners...
...we're staging a big show at Potter's, and you're the guest of honour.
You're really doing all that for me? Gee, that's swell, Dad.
- Brought up the whole Club New Yorker. - Brought up the whole show, eh?
- Wait, did you say the Club New Yorker? - Sure.
But that means Phil Baker, and Dorita and Edie?
Edie's here, isn't she?
- Miss Allen? - Yeah.
Sure, she's one of their stars. You know her?
Know her? I'm in love with her. I'm going to marry her.
- Now, wait a minute, son. Hold on. - It's true.
I came up to tell you. To tell everybody.
See here. The excitement's upset you. You don't realise what you're saying.
You're gonna marry Vivian Potter, remember?
Yes, I remember. But that can wait.
Yeah. Wait?
Well, it's like this. You see...
I can't explain now, Dad. I've got to see Edie right away.
- Where is she? - Well, she's next door with Vivian.
With Vivian? You mean to say that she's over there with Vivian...
- ...right in the same house? - Sure.
(Whistles)
See here, son.
Was this Edie the unfinished business you had to attend to...
...that night at the Club New Yorker just before you sailed?
Mm-hm.
Well, you've certainly got a nice finishing job on your hands.
Yeah, I sure have.
You're going to need a bracer before you face those girls.
Come on. How about a nice mint jalopy?
Oh, darn it, she's got me saying it now.
Hey, Dorita, what have you done with Sergeant Mason's picture?
- Sergeant who? - Sergeant Mason.
The picture that was in this frame.
And Casey's picture. It's gone too.
What have you done with it? Dorita.
Dorita, what are you up to?
OK, I guess the jig is down. I might as well make a clean chest of it.
Your picture and Vivian's picture is the same picture.
What are you talking about?
Sergeant Mason is Sergeant Crazy and vice-a vice-a.
You and Vivian both got same sweetheart between you.
Dorita, I think you're a little...
No, I'm not little. I show you. Give me this picture.
You don't believe me, huh? I'll show you.
Look. That is your Sergeant Crazy.
And I wash my face of the whole business.
Find it, Edie?
Andy's picture. Then she did have it.
- Are you...? Are you sure it's Andy? - Huh?
- Well, I mean... - Well, of course it's Andy.
Isn't he handsome?
I wonder what made her do a thing like that.
I don't know.
- I guess it was just one of her tricks. - Oh, clowning, huh?
Yeah.
Clowning.
- Dorita? Where's Edie? - Oh, it's you.
Shame on you, you Dr. Jekylls and Mr. Hydes.
- Then Edie knows. And Vivian? - I just spilled the cat out of the beans.
- You did? Gee, what will I do? - I don't care what you do.
I know what I do if girl take my man away from me.
- What do you mean? - I break her into little hunks...
...and then I break him into little hunks...
...and then I take all the little hunks and...
Well, goodbye, I must do some rehearsalings.
- Vivian. - Andy, darling! Oh !
Oh, let me look at you, you wonderful guy...
...with decorations and everything. Hug me again.
Closer. Oh !
(Andy laughs)
(Vivian) It's good to have you home again after all these months.
I bet you didn't miss me at all. Or did you?
Well, come on, tell me.
Andy, darling, what's the mat...? Oh, Edie, don't go. Come here.
This is my Sergeant Mason I've been talking so much about.
How do you do, Sergeant Mason?
- How do you do? - (Vivian) Aren't you gonna introduce us?
Huh?
Oh, this is Sergeant Pat Casey.
- Miss Potter and Miss Allen. - Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.
Casey's been helping with my correspondence.
Receiving certain letters from me and handing them over.
- (Vivian) Certain letters? - Yes, you see...
- Well, it's... - That's right, Vivian.
You might as well know now. This is my Sergeant Casey.
- We were going to keep it a secret. - Were we?
Why, Edie, they did know each other in Australia.
- Uh-huh. - (Vivian) Isn't it a small world?
Yeah.
Oh, Andy, listen. I have to run now. I'm in the show, you know...
...and I have a rehearsal. So you'll excuse me, won't you? Hmm?
Oh. Why don't you all take a walk? You and Edie could get acquainted.
Well, Pat and I have so much to talk about, haven't we, Pat?
- Have we? - Oh, that's all right. Andy won't mind.
See you later, kids.
Edie.
Pat, why don't you go watch the rehearsals?
Maybe some of the girls need hooking up, huh?
Edie, where are you going?
- (Edie) What difference does it make? - A lot.
I'm sorry, Edie. Desperately sorry.
I was going to tell you. Honest, I was.
- Tell me what? - About this whole thing. Vivian and me.
It doesn't mean anything. Childhood sweethearts, that's all. The families.
I'll bet if you ask Vivian she'd tell you...
- She has told me. - How much?
Plenty.
Do you remember that night in the Canteen?
Uh-huh.
I told you you were sweet.
I meant it. You were sweet.
And you still are, Andy.
But just because you guys over there go through a lot of...
Well, never mind.
But what do you suppose the girls you leave behind think of after you've gone?
- Their man. - Yeah. I guess they do.
I don't have to guess. I know.
- I wrote you every day, didn't l? - Yeah.
I couldn't wait to get through at the club so I could write.
I know you did.
- How do you know? - I just know, that's all.
Yeah.
You know.
You men know everything.
You can tear a girl's heart right out of her and cut it up into little pieces.
A girl knows that. Every girl knows it.
And that's why I'm going to let Vivian go right on through.
Even though the stop signal's against her.
- But, darling, you... - I'm doing it because she...
She believes in you.
She loves you, Andy.
No girl with understanding would ever let another girl down.
But you can't do this, Edie. I love...
You love yourself, Andrew Mason.
Why don't you try sitting back among the crowd for a change...
...instead of up close at the ringside?
(♪ Orchestra plays: "Paducah")
♪ Paducah, Paducah
♪ If you wanna, you can rhyme it with bazooka
♪ But you can't pooh-pooh Paducah
♪That's another name for Paradise
♪ Paducah, Paducah
♪Just a pretty little city in Kentucky
♪ But to me, it rhymes with lucky
♪When I'm looking in your two blue eyes
♪Tulip time, they get excited over tulip time
♪ But I'm delighted over julep time
♪ Because I happen to love
♪A resident of... Paducah, Paducah
♪ If you wanna, you can rhyme it with bazooka
♪ But you can't pooh-pooh Paducah
♪That's another word for Paradise
♪ Paducah, Paducah
♪ If you wanna, you can rhyme it with bazooka
♪ But you can't pooh-pooh Paducah
♪That's another name for Paradise
♪ Paducah, ah, Paducah
♪Just a pretty little city in Kentucky
♪ But to me, it rhymes with lucky
♪When I'm looking into two blue eyes
♪Tulip time, they get excited over tulip time
♪ But I'm delighted over julep time
♪ Because I happen to love
♪A resident of... Paducah-Paducah Paducah-Paducah-Paducah
♪ If you wanna, you can rhyme it with bazooka
♪ But you can't pooh-pooh Paducah
♪That's another name for Paradise... ♪
(♪ Orchestra Plays: "A Journey To A Star")
♪A journey to a star
♪Would not be very far
♪As long as I'm alone
♪Alone with you
♪A journey to a star
♪Would not be very far
♪As long as I'm alone with you
♪ Romantic as we are
♪A journey to a star
♪ Could start before the dawn breaks through
♪You're right beside my heart
♪We're just about a kiss apart
♪And we could make a dream come true
♪A moment of your love
♪Would have the feeling of...
♪A journey to a star with...
♪You're right beside my heart
♪We're just about a kiss apart
♪And we could make a dream come true
♪A moment of your love
♪Would have the feeling of...
♪A journey to a star
♪With you ♪
(Vivian) Oh, that's wonderful, Tony. Do you really mean it?
(Tony) Certainly. (Vivian) Then I'll go.
(Tony) But what about your engagement? (Vivian) Oh, you leave that to me.
(Tony) Splendid. OK. (Vivian) See you after the show.
Oh, Edie, isn't it wonderful? I'm on my way to Broadway.
I'm going to New York with Tony De Marco.
- I'm his new dancing partner. - What?
I don't know what the folks will say about Andy.
Of course, it's only a family affair. We never really loved each other.
- You mean that...? - Well, even Andy knows that.
Anyway, the folks started us. Let them work it out.
Edie, come on, they're waiting.
- There's something I have to do. - Yes, the finale.
You can't keep those children waiting all night.
You don't understand. It's your son. I have to tell him something.
- Something he doesn't know. - Then he's the only one.
Just in case, I'll tell him.
You will?
(Clears throat)
(♪ Orchestra plays: "The Polka Dot Polka")
♪ Listen, 'Gate', it was great Back in 1880
♪When your old aunt Katie Did the polka
♪ People say, in that day, It was too too shocking
♪When she showed her stocking In the polka
♪ By and by, every guy wore a tie With polka dots when he'd sigh
♪ "Darling, what's your answer?"
♪ In her polka-dotted gown, She would hate to turn him down
♪So she'd say, "Mr Brown, you're quite a dancer!" No!
♪ But before the dance was through, She would whisper, "I love you"
♪While the band played the Polka Dot Polka
♪Yes, your old aunt Katie Was a sassy looking lassie
♪ Back in 1880, When a blow-out was a ball
♪And her heart went wacky For a dapper whippersnapper
♪When he said, "By cracky, You're the sweetest girl of all !"
♪ Listen, 'Gate', it was great Back in eight...
♪ Back in 1880!
♪When your old aunt Katie Did the polka
♪Tell your aunt that people say In that day
♪ It was too too shocking
♪When she showed her stocking In the polka
♪ By and by, every guy wore a tie With polka dots
♪When he'd sigh, "Darling, what's your answer?"
♪ But the thing that led to love Was her polka-dotted glove
♪While the band played the Polka Dot Polka
♪ Now the polka is passé, But the dot is here to stay
♪ On parasols and shirts, And bathing suits and skirts
♪And gentlemen still love A polka-dotted glove
♪ Oh, the polka dance, the polka dance, The polka dance is gone
♪ But the polka dot, the polka dot
♪The polka dot lives on
♪And on and on... ♪
♪A journey to a star
♪Would not be very far
♪As long as I'm alone with you
♪ Romantic as we are
♪A journey to a star
♪ Could start before the dawn breaks through
♪You're right beside my heart
♪We're just about a kiss apart
♪And we could make a dream come true
♪A moment of your love
♪Would have the feeling of...
♪A journey to a star with you
♪You're right beside my heart
♪We're just about a kiss apart
♪And we could make a dream come true
♪A moment of your love
♪Would have the feeling of...
♪A journey to a star with you ♪