Babes in Arms Page #7

No kidding. It's gonna be swell.

Why did Mickey do this?

Miss Steele said that

we weren't having the proper care...

...and she threatened to send us

to the state work school.

- What state work school?

- An institution?

How do you like that?

Our kids in a work school.

Listen, folks, let's give up

this silly tour and go home.

- I'm going home.

- Right.

George, we can't do that

just because the going is tough.

- I know business will pick up next week.

- You told us that last week...

I'm gonna put you all out of here...

...because I wanna talk to Patsy.

- Right you are. Everybody get out of here.

Mickey's show sounds elegant.

Where did he get the money?

- I don't know.

- Isn't Baby Rosalie the movie baby?

- She's the star of the show.

- Wonderful.

Now, dear, tell me, why aren't you in it?

Oh, I thought I wanted a theatrical career,

but I changed my mind.

Why?

Too many heartaches.

- Now, what do you know about heartaches?

- Well...

You and Mickey quarrel?

You did, didn't you?

And you quit the show

and came up here to see me?

You shouldn't have done that, Patsy.

Well, he took all my songs

and gave them to her.

Doesn't matter.

- Why not?

- Mickey was doing it for everybody.

Patsy, your daddy was a minstrel man.

So was his daddy.

They did plenty of crazy things,

but they never walked out on a show.

But, Mother, Mickey and I were...

And she kept putting her arms

around him and I just couldn't...

Sid, girls, what are you standing

around for? Hurry up, get ready.

Aren't you finished with that?

I may be a sap about the men I pick,

but I'm no quitter.

So there. My family are all troupers

and we don't walk out on any show.

Who said anything about

walking out on any...?

Oh, women.

See who it is, Millicent.

- Is Miss Essex dressed?

- Come in, Michael.

Oh, how's our little star? Fine, I hope.

- A little nervous. Sit down.

- Thanks.

- How's our director?

- I'm a little nervous too, and then some.

That's a sign of a good trouper.

Then I must be great. Gee, I wished I hadn't

plastered my name all over everything.

- You'll get used to it. Look at me.

- Well, maybe.

Get out of my way or I'll put you

in jail where you belong, the lot of you.

My father!

Well, there you are, young lady.

- Where's this Michael Z. Moran?

- I'm him.

So you're the smart twerp that was going to

exploit the prestige of an important name.

- Why, for a nickel...

- Wait a minute...

Wait nothing. Here, young lady,

get into this coat. We're getting out of here.

- But she's the star of the show.

- Don't make me laugh.

I'm grooming her for a comeback.

Millicent, you pack up. Come on.

- But, father, I've got a great part.

- Listen, you can't take her away.

- Take her. She's a pain in the neck.

- Come on.

- Listen. Will you listen?

- Father, dear...

- She's got money in the show.

- Kiss that goodbye.

I'll tell you when you have

a great part just as I always did.

- What are you gonna do?

- What about the audience?

- Are we gonna give a show?

- What's gonna happen?

Quiet, will you?

I don't know what I'm gonna do?

Give me a chance to think.

Come on with me, Patsy.

Everybody out but Patsy.

The show is going on.

The curtain goes up in seven minutes.

Now, snap into it, will you, kids?

Get your makeup on.

I wrote this show for you, see?

Get out there and show them

I wasn't crazy when I did it.

Don't think things have changed

between you and me. Go out and sell it.

- Oh, Mickey, you're...

- Never mind.

I know what I am, an Indian giver.

What's the delay, Mickey?

I didn't know

you could have so much trouble.

Would you do me a favor?

Would you make a speech...?

Mickey, here's your makeup.

You'd better hurry.

Tell them that Patsy's going on instead.

- What's happened?

- Tell you later.

Would you do that for me, please?

- All right, Mickey.

- Thanks.

My daddy was a minstrel man

When minstrels were the thing

When Mr. Bones and Mr. Jones

Danced the buck and wing

When Eddie Leonard was so great

And Primrose was the king

Gee, I'd like to be a minstrel man

I'd like to black my face

Put on a stovepipe hat

Get out an old banjo

And go once again down memory lane

With an old-fashioned minstrel show

Going to run all night

Going to run all day

I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag

Somebody bet on the bay

Here they come.

Hurry, we go on in a minute.

I'm hurrying.

Come from Alabammy

Come from Alabammy

Come from Alabammy

Come from Alabammy

Come from Alabammy

With my banjo on my knee

I come from Alabammy

With my banjo on my knee

I'm going to Louisiana

For my true love to see

Now, it rained all night the day I left

The weather, it was so dry

The sun so hot I froze to death

Susanna, don't you cry

Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me

I've come from Alabama

With a banjo on my knee

Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me

I come from Alabammy

With my banjo on my knee

Gentlemen, be seated

Mr. Bones, Mr. Bones

I've a question to ask

- There is something that I want to know

- Well, tell me, sonny

Mr. Bones, will you tell me

And answer me right

Who's that lady

You were with last night?

Now, Mr. Interlocutory

You are a curious man

But I will tell you if you want to know

Now, so help me, Moses

And upon my life

That was no lady, that was my wife

Hallelujah upon his life

That was no lady, it was his wife

Mr. Tambo

I've a question to ask you tonight

And with all your fancy knowledge

You should know

Mr. Tambo, will you tell us

And give us a treat

Tell us why does a chicken

Cross the street

I has studied up my geography

Studied up my history

Studied up my poultry with pride

And I am here to repeat

A chicken crosses the street

Just to get on the other side

Mr. Rooster, don't you hide

The chicken crossed the street

To reach the other side

There's a grand old minstrel man

Whose name we hold so dear

I know that you'll remember him

The moment that you hear

Ida, sweet as apple cider

Oh, sweeter than all I know

Know, know, know, know, know, know

Come out, oh, won't you come out

In the silvery moonlight

Of love we'll whisper so soft and low

We were sailing along

- We were sailing along

- On Moonlight Bay

Down the silvery bay

We could hear the voices ringing

They seemed to say

- You have stolen my heart

- A maiden's heart

- Now, don't go away

- Don't you ever go away

As we sang love's old sweet song

On Moonlight Bay

I am here to state

I am here to relate

To explain and make it plain

That I'm just wild about Harry

And Harry's wild about me

The heavenly blisses of his kisses

Fills me with ecstasy

He's sweet just like chocolate candy

Or like the honey from a bee

Oh, I'm just wild about Harry

And he's just wild about...

Cannot do without

He's just wild about me

I'm just wild about Mandy

And Mandy's wild about me

I'm just wild about Harry

And Harry's wild about me

The heavenly blisses of his kisses

Fill me with ecstasy

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