A Song Is Born Page #10

nocturnes or sonatas.

I'm a man in love.

It's the first time in my life.

I think of her every waking moment.

I want to take her in my arms.

If this marriage should have been delayed,

that is, should be delayed,

I mean, could...

Listen to me, Oddly, I'm all mixed up.

Can a man like that keep his mind

on Johann Sebastian Bach?

Oh, Frizzy.

What? I'm terribly sorry.

I don't know how I could have

made such a mistake

to say such things to a woman.

Don't apologize.

Frisbee?

Frisbee?

- Someone's calling me.

- Are they?

Frisbee, where are you?

Maybe it's just as well.

Oh, Frisbee!

I'll be back.

- Did you call me?

- Yes, Frisbee, we did.

- Frisbee, something came up.

- Oh, really, what is it?

- Well, you see, as we were sitting...

- Yes.

You better tell him.

No, no, I think he better tell him.

- Who?

- Well, you see, there's a gentleman...

I mean, a man is...

Four men...

- He will tell you.

- Yeah, he'll tell you.

I don't understand.

Well, come right inside,

and you'll understand.

How do you do?

- So, you're the bridegroom?

- Yes, this is Professor Frisbee.

- Hiya, Hobart?

- How do you do?

I thought you'd look like

the rest of these squats,

except for a beard with pea soup in it.

Squat? Well, what about me

evoked this interest on your part?

Sounds like it's engraved, don't it?

What's all this about?

- It's about Miss Honey.

- Honey?

- Perhaps if we talked to him...

- No, we've had enough detours already.

Maybe you recognize the voice, Hobart,

or don't you?

How's the sinus?

Are you her father?

Well, how do you do, Mr...

You're getting warm. I'm her Daddy.

Shut up.

I believe I'm entitled

to some clarification.

I would think so.

So am I.

Lipstick.

Here. Here. Here. You can't do that.

- No! No!

- Take it easy.

I was kind of counting on Honey

to tell you the score.

The trouble with her is she's okay giving

out with the wise cracks and twists,

but when it comes to leveling off,

she gets chicken.

He's trying to tell us our wedding trip

was nothing but a vast lie.

A vast lie. Don't you believe that, Hobart.

There's going to be a wedding.

Honey's going to be the bride,

only I'm going to be the bridegroom.

Shake it off.

I'm very obliged to you guys

for delivering a hot cargo.

She had to be handled

with a lot of care.

Frisbee, it seems that your bride to be...

His bride? That's a laugh.

It seems that Miss Honey has used us

to circumvent the police.

I don't believe it.

Professor, you thought

she was going to marry you,

with your 3,000, what is it, a year?

She spends that much

having her toenails painted.

She sulks if she has to wear

last year's ermine.

He don't believe it. Look at him.

All right, Professor, suppose

you go tell Honey daddy's here.

Tony Crow's the name.

Professor Frisbee. Professor.

- Why, Miss Bragg.

- I hope we're not too late.

Have you married that girl?

You know, she knocked me out

nine hours in a closet.

Something told me all along...

Hold the phone, sister, hold the phone.

We traced you through your accident.

There's a warrant from the DA's office

for that girlfriend of Tony Crow's.

Where is she?

There's a Mr. Crow waiting for you.

Yeah.

The situation has been explained to me

in simple terms.

You needn't worry about the police.

I just spoke to them,

told them you had left an hour ago,

probably were in Trenton by now.

Thanks, Frizzy.

Thanks for what?

You've given us a fine course in

the theory and practice of being a sucker.

Perhaps it wasn't quite worthy of you,

choosing us as the subjects

of your demonstration.

Seven pushovers.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

I didn't mean for you to get it this way.

Right in the face.

I've been trying to write you a letter.

Here are all my excuses.

The handwriting of a...

What would be your word for it?

A tramp?

Good morning, Miss Bragg.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.

How about some nice hot breakfast?

- No, thank you.

- Not for me.

I've made Parker House rolls.

- I don't care for any.

- No, thanks.

Professor Oddly, you may have

some jam or apple butter.

I don't think so, Miss Bragg. Thank you.

What? Nobody wants any breakfast?

Miss Bragg, would you mind

very much, please...

Would you mind leaving us?

Well!

Flying Schmo's last

Forty lengths behind

Now, gentlemen, before

we attempt to go back to work,

I should like to say a few words.

You've all been very kind and very tactful.

Overly tactful, if I may say so.

Now, let's face it,

I made an ass of myself and I know it.

Oh, well, we all did, Frisbee.

Yes, but I was the lead donkey.

- Good morning.

Good morning.

Well, you've had quite an eventful night

last night, gentlemen.

At least, so we see by the papers.

It's cost the estate some $300,000

to have its name spread across

every tabloid in New York.

"Night club cutie hides out

in Totten Foundation. "

- And this one.

- Yes.

"Professor smuggles Honey

across state line. "

A Honey smuggler.

I'm sorry, Miss Totten.

For the aforesaid reasons, Miss Totten

has decided to discontinue this project.

What?

Don't do that.

One word, Miss Totten.

In your very understandable excitement,

a great injustice is being done.

I am the guilty one and I accept my...

- We are all in this together.

- ... dishonorable discharge

without any protest,

but I don't believe the others should be

made to suffer for my misconduct.

My goodness, what's that?

What happened?

- Good morning, teachers.

- Yeah, good morning.

- Now everybody line up over there.

- Just like for a photograph.

With you, Hobart, in the foreground.

Come on, let's get going.

Get around. Get around. Go on.

- Faster. Faster.

- Keep moving.

Come on. Hurry up!

All right now. Sit down,

everybody. Make yourself comfortable.

- Hey, Louie?

- Yeah.

Phone the boss and tell him

we got everything in cold storage.

How much longer

are we going to argue this thing?

- Now, come on, Honey...

- I said no, and no is no.

Listen, Honey, when I was nine years old,

I fell in love with my piano teacher.

She played classical.

- Now, you're not nine years old.

- I love him.

- She loves him.

- Yes, I love him.

I love those Hick shirts he wears

with the boiled collars.

And the way he always has

his coat buttoned wrong.

He looks like a giraffe and I love him.

I love him because he's a sort of a guy

that gets drunk on a glass of buttermilk,

and I love the way he blushes

right up over his ears.

I love him because

he doesn't know how to kiss. A jerk.

I love him, Tony,

that's what I'm trying to tell you.

I'll never see him again,

but I'm not gonna marry you.

Even if you fill me full of lead,

like you did your friend, Ernie Hart.

I told you, I was framed.

I'm beginning to have

my own ideas about that.

Hello. Yeah. Okay.

Louie just phoned, boss.

They got them on ice.

Well, this kind of changes things.

Come on, baby, let's go.

- Go where?

- Back to town.

What is this?

Well, let's call it

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