Babes in Arms

- How's Florrie?

- She's okay, Joe.

- Take her to the hospital?

- We didn't have time.

- I want to see her.

- Your public's calling, get back out there.

Thanks, folks.

It's been five years now

since you've said hello to me and Florrie...

...but this time she asks to be excused.

Joe, it's a boy.

Go on.

Well, it looks like I've got a son.

Born in the Palace Theater.

Here's a toast to vaudeville,

the greatest entertainment in the world.

It made me what I am today, a papa.

And it's pretty nice, I tell you.

Having that little home down there

on Long Island...

...where you can take

the wife and kiddies.

Where you can lay off all summer long...

...in the country instead of a crowded

boarding house in the roaring '40s...

...where there's nothing but streets

to play in, like I had when I was a kid.

What other business is like that,

I ask you? There ain't none.

Vaudeville, boy, you're something.

Listen, you mugs, quiet.

With so many of the best in one bunch,

I'm tempted to warn you.

There's a shadow coming up,

may change things a whole lot.

It's getting taller, that shadow,

and wider, very fast.

The motion picture.

Shadow is right, making faces.

Flash in the pan.

Motion pictures change things?

Not until the Hudson catches fire.

- Yeah. he's right.

- Okay, okay, boys, I hope you're right.

Here's to 40 weeks, may it last forever.

I tell you, Joe,

there's no vaudeville anymore.

Now, take the Palace Theater...

...go there any day in the week,

even Monday, what do you see?

A lot of people buying tickets

for a talking picture.

I don't know what to make of it.

Something's gotta be done.

Every vaudeville performer in Seaport

is broke, and owes everybody in town.

I never thought that pictures

would take the place of vaudeville.

- Maybe if you and Mom had a new act.

- New act, new act?

You talk like your brother.

- Where is Mickey?

- He's in town at the music publisher's.

He wrote a song last night.

He'll write another tonight,

like last night and the night before.

Kids have to go through their

song writing age, I remember when you did.

And I wrote some pretty good ones too.

And what did it get me, nothing.

Mickey is wasting his time.

He'd better learn a trade

and forget about show business...

...or he'll wind up like me.

- There must be some theaters left, Dad.

- A lot of empty ones.

But, darling, with a good bill

you could open them.

There's a lot of good acts here that would

be tickled to death to have the opportunity.

Say, that's an idea.

A road show with a lot of old-timers.

So a guy's got to do it himself, eh?

Okay.

I'm going over to Brice's

and see what he thinks.

And that 10-percenter said

that vaudeville was dead.

Not with a lot of troupers like us

around here.

- Will you okay this lyric?

- Wait a minute, I want to hear this song.

Good morning, good morning

We've danced the whole night through

Good morning, good morning to you

Good morning, good morning

It's great to stay up late

Good morning, good morning to you

When the band began to play

The stars were shining bright

Now the milkman's on his way

It's too late to say good night

So good morning, good morning

Sunbeams will soon smile through

Good morning, my darling, to you

Here we are together

A couple of stayer-uppers

Our day is done at breakfast time

And starts in with our suppers

Here we are together

But the best of friends must party

So let me sing this parting song

From the bottom of my hearty

- Good morning

- It's a lovely morning

- Good morning

- What a wonderful day

- We've danced the whole night through

- Danced the whole night through

- Good morning, good morning to you

- Good morning, good morning to you

- How do you do, do, do?

- I said good morning

- See, the sun is shining

- A good morning

Hear the birdies sing

- It's great to stay up late

- It's great to stay up late

- Good morning, good morning to you

- Good morning, good morning to you

When the band began to play

The stars were shining bright

Now the milkman's on his way

It's too late to say good night

Good morning, good morning

Sunbeams will soon smile through

Good morning, good morning

Sell it, Ma, sell it.

Good morning, my darling, to you

- How was it?

- Where did you swipe that?

Oh, quit your kidding.

Words and music by Michael Z. Moran.

Why, it'll sweep the country. Won't it?

- Nothing very new there, Mickey.

- Oh, what good is new?

It's the same old rose

you see every year.

But it's just a little fresher,

but it's the same thing, isn't it?

- How many have you brought me, Mickey?

- I brought you five that you didn't publish.

But I ain't mad,

I'm gonna give you another chance, see?

You can't be wrong all the time,

nobody is.

- How much do you want for it?

- The usual, 1000.

I'll give you 100.

- A hundred.

- A hundred.

- Honest?

- Oh, that's wonderful.

Mickey, he's gonna publish it.

He is.

Oh, he's fainted. Quick, get some water.

He's... Get some water.

Oh, Mickey, please speak to me.

Wake up. Oh, dear.

It was too much for him.

He couldn't believe it.

Good thing I didn't say yes

to the thousand...

...or he'd have dropped dead.

- Yeah.

Are you all right, Mickey?

Speak to me, Mickey.

- What happened?

- Mr. Randall's gonna publish your song.

Look, here's your advance check

for $ 100.

Gee, Mr. Randall,

you don't know what this means to me.

I'll never forget you.

You know, you can always be my publisher.

I'm telling you that.

You better get him home

before he passes out again.

- Don't have to worry.

- I understand.

I'm not ever gonna get

the big head like...

- You can always be my publisher.

- Okay.

Wait a minute, friend, you've got my head.

Didn't hurt, though. Didn't hurt.

- See you later.

- It's all right.

You know, it's just like coming home

from a big battle the winners.

- Yeah, it was a tough fight, Ma, but we won.

- Oh, Mickey, I'm so proud of you.

But think of all the time lost

because my stuff wasn't recognized before.

Oh, well, all geniuses

have trouble getting started.

Sure, that's what makes them geniuses.

Oh, Mickey, aren't they pretty?

Wait a minute, I wanna pick some.

Just think of it, Pat. My first 100 bucks.

- And it's only the beginning too.

- Is it really the beginning?

Does it mean

that I'm really on my way in the theater?

- I want success so.

- And you'll have it.

I know you will, Mickey.

Just think when our names

are up in electric lights.

You, the big composer and producer,

and me, the singing star.

Oh, and I'll work hard for you, Mickey,

honest I will.

Yeah, then when we go

on our vacations to Europe...

...you know, like you read in the paper.

- Our folks won't have to worry.

- No.

We can pay the bills then.

Pat, sometimes

do you ever feel older than your folks?

Lots. Especially when they talk about

40 weeks on the road.

Yeah, and making a comeback.

Gee, it must be terrible to be a has-been.

Don't talk like that. It scares me.

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