Babes in Arms Page #2

We gotta work hard

and make a lot of dough for our folks.

That will be fun.

Oh, won't it be fun, Mickey?

Oh, with both of us in there pitching,

it certainly will be.

It's got to be.

Pat, I'd like to buy you a little something

out of this 100 bucks, but l...

Oh, we gotta pay our grocery bill too.

Well, l... Just the same

I'd like to show my appreciation some way.

Would you like my pin?

It's your music class pin.

Well, what do you want me to say?

You know what I want you to say.

Well, I won't.

All right then, don't.

Oh, Pat, I do.

You do what?

I do,

what you want me to say and I won't.

Very much.

- Well, that settles that.

- Yeah.

Gee, you know, it's good for a man

to have responsibilities.

Your act is just as sure fire as it was

when you were knocking them in the aisle.

Say, Dad. Dad, what's going on here?

Mickey, we're going on the road,

all of us.

- Oh, gee, that's swell, Dad. When do leave?

- Mickey, none of us kids can go.

None of the kids can...

What do you mean, Dad?

Well, you see, son, it's only the acts

that go, no excess baggage.

You call talent excess baggage?

Dad, there's a lot of entertainment

on this side of the room.

You folks are responsible for it.

We're your kids, chips off the old block.

Most of us were born in theaters,

greasepaint in our veins.

You say you don't want us

to go on a stage. No.

You want us to be lawyers and brokers

and your girls to marry rich guys.

- I suppose that's bad being a broker.

- Clark Gable ain't on relief.

- You're too young, all of you.

- Oh, yeah?

I suppose I'm too young

to sell a song I wrote.

Look, 100 bucks in advance.

- What?

- Mickey, you sold your song.

- Yeah, Mom, and it's all yours too.

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

- Thanks.

- Of course, I always knew you had talent.

Well, so do the other kids.

I've seen them do their stuff.

Take our sister for instance.

What a voice, a natural.

Two more years and she'll be in the Met.

Patsy and Don Jr. and Dody

are swell dancers.

- But our acts are routine, they're standard.

- I'll say they're standard.

So standard that when you miss a line

the audience can prompt you.

All right, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be fresh,

but I've got a new slant on things.

Got my finger on the pulse of the public.

You wanna hear something?

Molly and Patsy come on over here.

Look out. Spread out kids,

give us room to work here, will you?

Get set. We'll show them

whether we got talent or not.

Wait, until you hear,

this will send you solid.

Now, come on, kids, give your all.

To look at us you'd never dream

The two of us were twins

In fact it's quite ridiculously odd

But speaking pedagogically

And not too biologically

We're really just like two peas in a pod

We both like to swim

And we both like to dance

We both could fall in love with Gable

If we had the chance

Our tastes are just the same

Except for just one thing

I like opera

I like swing

We both like to eat

But it pains us to discuss

The fact we like potatoes

But potatoes don't like us

But when we want to sing a song

We're really on a spot

For I sing sweet

And I sing hot

You are my lucky star

My darling, you're my lucky star

I saw you from afar

Rudolpho

Robert Taylor

Minneapolis and St. Paul

You are

My lucky star

Once there was a barber

A barber who lived in Spain

He was a barbering fool,

A shaving fool, shaving fool from Spain

He was kind of crazy,

He was always singing in the rain

His name was Figaro

The barber of Seville

Figaro

Figaro

Figaro was Spanish

Every time there's a bullfight

He quits

Shave and a hair cut, six bits

Hi de ho Figaro, Hi de ho Figaro

Hi de ho ho de ho fig fig Figaro

Hi de ho Figaro, Hi de ho Figaro

Hi de ho ho de ho fig fig Figaro

Figaro

Figaro

Figaro

We're gonna break it up tonight

Stand back

Give them room

- You've gotta clown

- Yeah, you gotta clown on old Broadway

Broadway rhythm, it's got me

Everybody dance

Broadway rhythm, it's got me

Everybody dance

Out on the gay white way

And each merry cafe

Orchestras play

Taking your breath away with that

Broadway rhythm, it's got me

Everybody sing

Everybody stand right up and dance

- Hey, Pop, how did you like that?

- Oh, it was fine. Grand, son.

Great, but you see, for instance,

that number, it just wouldn't fit in.

- Well, for Pete's sake, why?

- Because we're doing a comeback show.

The kind of acts we did on the big time.

They've got value, a selling point.

Oh, I get you, Pop.

I've gotta show you,

just like the rest of the world.

I thought we could help you, but

you don't want us on the stage, do you?

- Just because you're all... Just because...

- Wait a minute, Mickey.

All right, I hope you're all a big success.

Mickey's sort of excited, that's all.

- Wait a minute, Mick.

- Don't mind what the folks say, Mickey.

- We're with you.

- Sure we are.

- Everything will be all right.

- Buck up, Mickey.

I shouldn't have shot my mouth off

the way I did.

It's all right, they understand.

I wouldn't wanna hurt Dad

for all the show business in the world.

- Forget it.

- Certainly, our time will come.

- You bet it will.

- Sure, sure.

Listen, you kids,

I think our time has come.

- What do you mean?

- I'll tell you.

Might as well face it, our folks

are up against it, and up against it good.

I've been snooping around...

...know what I found out?

- What?

There's a frame up to get the actors

and their kids out of it.

Our houses are mortgaged unless payments

are up to date by July 1 st or out we go.

Yeah, I know something else too.

Miss Steele of the Welfare Society...

...is getting a petition to send us

to a state work school.

- Work school?

- Are you kidding?

- Can I go too, Mickey?

- Quiet, will you, Bobs?

She thinks we ought to be learning a trade

instead of the theater.

She's against show business.

Just be her chance,

while our folks are on the road.

We can't go on the road.

No, we're too young.

We're excess baggage.

You willing to stick together

and pull yourselves out?

- You bet.

- I've got an idea.

Our folks think we're babes in arms?

We'll show them whether we are or not.

I'm gonna write a show for us

and put it on right here in Seaport.

The most up to date thing

these hicks here have ever seen.

Opening night, we'll have Max Gordon,

Sam Harris down to give us the once over.

How about it, kids?

We'll get every kid in this town on our side

and we'll start now. What do you say?

All right. Come on kids, let's go.

They call us babes in arms

But we are babes in armor

They laugh at babes in arms

But we'll be laughing far more

On city streets and farms

They'll hear a rising war cry

Youth will arrive

Let them know you're alive

Make it your cry

- They call us babes in arms

- We never dance

- They think they must direct us

- Got no chance

- But if we're babes in arms

- To find romance

- We'll make them all respect us

- Why our arms?

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