All of Me

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You took the part

That once was my heart

So why not Take all of me?

One-two-three-four.

Take it, Roger.

Ok, Dog.

Oh, God!

Happy birthday, my darling. Oh!

So how does it feel to be 38?

-Oh, great.

Just think, in 2 years I'll be 40,

in 12 years I'll be 50.

I'm really excited about this...

It's fun.

Oh, sweetie!

-Hey, what am I doin' with my life?

What am I doin' with my career?

What am I doin' with us?

You're boring us.

-Yeah!

Do you love it?

It's an African grave post.

Is that gorgeous?

You bought me a 'grave post'

for my 38. birthday?

Look, I'm sorry. I like it... really.

Look, uh, I've been thinkin'.

Remember that thing you used

to wanna talk about and I never did?

You know, uh, the 'M' word?

Well... I think maybe it's time

that we did the 'M' word.

Roger, I don't think your're ready

to do the 'M' word.

Yeah, I am, honest.

Peggy, I wanna get 'M'd'.

Roger, if you can't say the 'M' word

then you're not ready

to do the 'M' word.

-I can say the 'M' word. Geez!

Ma... marriage, marriage, of course,

I can say it. What do you think?

We shouldn't get into this right now.

You're gonna be late for work

and you know how daddy hates that.

I just came by to wish you

a happy, happy 38.

-That's a contradiction in terms.

That was very bodacious.

Hey, Roger Dodger, what it is?

Hey, Bix!

You makin' any money today?

-A1most as much as I made last night.

That bad, huh?

-Yeah. Look, Roger, I've been thinkin'

o' joinin' Jimmy Bowers' Big Band.

I want you to come and go with me.

Oh, I appreciate it, Ty, but...

-No, don't give me that, but jive.

Hey, look at this face.

-I'm quitting the group, Ty.

You're doin' what?

-I gotta give up something.

I still have time to make something of

myself as a lawyer, not as a musician.

Oh, this is an unhappy face.

It's not that unhappy.

-Hey, this is the face of a man

who has givven up the wrong thing!

-Don't pick my nose, ok?

And if you don't correct your thinking

I shall be force to tell the world

that you are a Honky Mook!

-Tyrone, you really should not call

another person a Honky Mook.

-And why not?

Well, for one reason, you're white.

-I am?

Yeah!

Oh, my God, I am.

-I'm late, Ty, I gotta go.

I'm doing the right thing, really.

-Be cool! Good jammin' with you, Bix.

Well?

Well, you're dying all right.

-Ever since I was a child doctors have

been telling me I'm dying.

-I guess you've had enough practice,

because you're really doing it now.

-How much time?

A week, a day...

-A month?

M'mhm.

Good. The phone.

Got a cigarette? It can't hurt now.

-You don't smoke.

Thank you.

After 32 years of marriage you're

still a naughty little devil!

Pick up. Maybe it's your wife.

-Oh, ever since she filed for divorce

she hardly ever calls any more.

I'm sorry, Mr. Schuyler,

but Edwina Cutwater is on 1.

Oh, God. All right.

-It's ok.

I just wanted to tell you

your wife subpoenaed me.

Oh, Gretch, I am so sorry about that.

I do have to take this call.

-Oh!

Good morning, Margo.

-Good morning, Roger. Morning, Bix.

Any good ones for me today? Unfairly

victed tenants, farm workers, lndians?

Well, Mr. Van Rensselaer called.

He wants you to fire his chauffeur.

Mr. Spencer sen. wants you to draw up

a pre-marital agreement

for Mr. Spencer jun. And finally,

Mr. Spencer jun. called, he wants you

to tell Mr. Spencer sen. to mind

his own friggin' business.

May justice prevail.

-Why do I do it?

I think it's called paying dues.

-I've been paying dues for 11 years.

I should own the entire club by now.

-Right on, Roger.

No more. I want worthwhile cases.

I want to defend right against wrong!

And I want a partnership!

-You're telling the wrong people!

I know. I was practicing. Pretty good!

Wadding the messages's very effective.

I'll do this for Schuyler right now.

-Seymour, she was the 4th woman today

to tell me she'd been subponenaed!

-Mr. Schuyler, I have to talk to you.

I don't want her on the stand!

Listen, if you haven't got the guts

to handle this the right way,

I'm going to find someone who does!

Mr. Schuyler...

-I was just gonna call you.

Got Miss Cutwater's files. Go to her.

Edwina claims that she's finally dying

and needs to get her affairs in order.

-No, I have to discuss my future

here with you right now.

-Well, we are discussing your future.

You're going out to Edwina Cutwater.

-I want a partnership.

Listen, the day you give up be-bop and

concentrate on the law, we'll talk!

Start talking. I quit the band.

As of today I'm dedicating myself

full time to my legal career.

Later today I'm going to buy a vest.

My God, you're serious.

-I am serious.

But I wanna start handling real cases,

big cases, no more trick or treat.

I waited so long to hear you say that.

-I'm not going out to Edwina Cutwater.

No, no, no! Listen to me. Long after

Edwina is gone from this earth,

her estate is going to generate

more income for this office

than most small countries

see in a year.

And it's gonna take a lot of

very sophisticated legal expertise

to structure and administer these

affairs. Now, you do this for me,

today, go out to her house, and I'll

put you in charge of all that.

Now, if that's not real law,

if that's not big law,

then I don't know what the hell is.

-The more I think about this thing,

the better it sounds.

Don't look at me like that, will you?

I don't go there as a messenger boy

but as a highly skilled legal advisor.

This is really good. No more being

looked down upon by people that think

they're better than I am because

they're rich. From now on I'm gonna

be respected by people who think

they're better than I am.

Hi. Roger Cobb from Schuyler and

Mifflin to see Miss Cutwater.

Yes, sir, you are expected.

-I'll show him up.

Betty Ahrens.

-I'm Roger Cobb.

Try not to excite her, ok?

-Grayson?

Oh, yes, Madam?

Don't forget to pick up

the invitations and make sure they're

hand delivered the moment I die.

-The moment you die. Yes, Madam.

Oh! Oh, Mr....

-Cobb.

Cobb. Oh, yes, you're the tedious one.

Would you mind accompanying me back

to my deathbed? Now, here's the name

of my caterer, and the evening's menu.

Make sure they have plenty

of goose pate, it's marvelous.

Excuse me. Is this for the funeral?

One does not have that at a funeral.

Now, Mr. Fulton Norris is a wonderful

society orchestra. I should like you

to engage him for the entire weekend.

-Is this for the wake, Ma'am?

Heavens, no. It's for a party and

I want it to a corker.

Guess what I'm going to do?

-What?

I'm going to come back from the dead.

-Oh! And...

what makes you think you can do that?

-Because I'm rich.

Grayson, come in here, please, over.

Miss Cutwater, this is not a parking

ticket we're talking about here,

this is the, oh, The Grim Reaper.

You cannot bribe the Grim Reaper.

Oh, Mr. Cobb, I spent a lifetime

shackled by freilty and poor health...

wheelchairs and sick beds.

It's my heart, you see. It means well,

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