Cover Girl Page #3

...last time, your mother had the

Decency League investigate my place.

Mother's quite a girl.

Shall we go backstage?

No. Now, in the first place,

Maribelle's already spoken for.

See that boy at the piano?

- Don't bother me with trifles.

- And, John...

...I promised your mother I wouldn't

introduce you to girls.

Maribelle isn't just another girl,

Mr. Pastor.

I'm going to marry her.

John. John!

- I'm ready, darling.

- Wonderful, so am I.

John, have you lost your mind?

At your most beautiful service,

mademoiselle.

Well.

- Miss Hicks, how are you?

- Who is this?

- I never saw him before in my life.

- I'm John Coudair.

The only thing in your life,

so make the best of it.

If anyone should enquire for us, we've

gone to Rector's to discuss our future.

Unless it's my mother.

Then you haven't seen me.

Now just a minute.

You're a perfectly enchanting person,

Mr. Coudair.

Not even bad-looking,

in a strange sort of way.

But I have an engagement, and it's

not with you or at Rector.

- But...

- I don't even know you.

What's the difference?

This was meant to be. Can't you see?

You don't belong in a dingy hole.

You should be surrounded

by luxury, beauty, elegance.

I can give you these things, Maribelle.

Just climb aboard my magic carpet,

and away we'll go.

From Rector's we went on to...

Pardon me.

Yes.

Oh, dear, I forgot all about it.

Yes, I'll look it over immediately.

Thanks for reminding me.

That advertising prospectus...

That advertising prospectus

the lender sent over.

Completely slipped my mind.

- Good night.

- Hey, wait a minute.

What does Maribelle got to do

with this kid? Are they related?

I haven't the faintest idea.

By the way, don't wait until tomorrow.

Send that child a wire tonight, will you?

- Hello, Joe

- What do you know?

- I just came back from a bing-bang show

- A sing and a dance

- I'll tak e a chance

- Well, flippity-jippity

- Let's go!

- Okay.

Come on, pearl.

- Oh, how I hate oysters.

- Ain't they repulsive?

I don't get it.

Every Friday night for the last

six months, they order oysters.

Then they don't eat them.

- We don't like oysters.

- Joe, we're looking for a pearl.

The night we find that pearl,

that'll be it. It'll be an omen.

That'll be the time

when things break for all three of us.

- You know what?

- What?

I think it's a fake. I don't think

pearls comes from oysters.

- Pearls don't come from oysters.

- How long since you left Harvard?

Never heard of it. Be reasonable.

How could a oyster give birth

to a pearl?

How could an oyster give birth

to an oyster?

Hey, that's something to think about.

Let them live their lives,

and I'll live mine.

- When? I wanna see that.

- I don't.

Oh, you fools, you.

Rusty, did you find a pearl?

- No pearls.

- No pearls.

Well, better luck tomorrow.

Tomorrow!

Here we go again.

Let's k eep on singing,

"Mak e way for tomorrow!"

The sun is bringing a new day tomorrow

Don't let the clouds get you down

Show me a smile, not a frown

Stand up and win

Turn about

Don't give in!

Let's give out!

To the blues

Just refuse to surrender

One smile

And you are a true, solid sender

What if it rains and it pours?

It only rains out of doors!

Let every frown disappear

And you'll find that tomorrow's here

Listen, all

This is Genius calling

- Hear ye!

- Hear ye!

- Why not gather rainbows while ye may?

- While ye may?

You can lose the gremlins

The goblins, the glooms

Laugh and they're back in their tombs

Let's k eep on singing,

"Mak e way for tomorrow!"

The sun is bringing

A new day tomorrow

Don't let the clouds get you down

Show me a smile, not a frown

Stand up and win

Turn about

Don't give in

Let's give out

To the blues

Just refuse to surrender

One smile

And you are a true, solid sender

What if it rains and it pours?

It only rains out of doors

Let all the frowns disappear

And you'll find that tomorrow's...

That's pretty. That's very, very pretty.

Glad to see you.

Hi, Mac.

Hello, Harry.

Maybe it's a draft notice.

Danny, it's from John Coudair.

Who's he?

He publishes that magazine

that wants a...

He wants me to come

to the office tomorrow.

What do you suppose happened?

How did he ever...?

One hour rehearsal at 10, honey.

I'll see you then.

Yeah, I'll try to make it, Danny.

Good night.

I don't feel good.

Oh, you don't? Where?

In the hall.

I felt sick the minute you got

the telegram. Didn't you, Danny?

I think Rusty knows what she wants

to do with her own life.

- Lf she wants to go it alone...

- I don't wanna go it alone.

I wanna go it with you, Danny, but...

Well, the man sent for me, Genius.

It just doesn't seem polite not to...

Well, he might not even like me.

Ever see a man that didn't?

- Skip it, will you?

- No, I won't skip it.

I've got some stock in this corporation,

and I'm certainly going to protect it.

I like Danny McGuire's Place

and you two there every night.

I like oysters and...

- You hate oysters.

- Ain't they repulsive?

Then I like opening oysters, and I like

the clowning around in Joe's Place...

...and the laughs and the music

and everything.

I like that pearl we're gonna find.

You don't want this.

Do you?

Now you two say good night

like you mean it.

Good night, chicken.

Night, Danny.

You're a genius at everything but

minding your own business, aren't you?

A girl's got a right to make up

her mind about her own life.

Why didn't you let her tear up

her own telegram?

It's things like this that make me

a genius. Ain't they?

Wait until the landlady sees the hall.

All right, I'll clean it up.

Big thing.

- Rusty Park er to see you.

- Send her right in please.

All right, I'm trying not to be excited.

What would you do if your youth

walked in the door?

I'd put braces on its teeth.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Come in.

This is Mr. Coudair, Miss Parker.

- How do you do, Miss Parker?

- How do you do?

Well, you have ambitions

to be a cover girl?

Well... I did have.

I find Miss Parker exceptionally reposed.

- I thought you told me that she leaped.

- She did leap.

What happened to that lovely, gay,

rose- in-the- teeth personality you had?

- Did I look like that?

- Exactly.

No wonder you threw me out.

I'm not a very good actress, am I?

That was acting?

That was acting.

Sit down, won't you?

We saw you, quite by accident,

at Danny McGuire's Place last night.

- You dance beautifully.

- I've had good training.

Apparently.

It seems to come to you so naturally...

...I was wondering if someone

in your family were a dancer.

Your mother, perhaps?

Oh, no.

My mother couldn't dance a note.

- She raised cattle.

- Cattle?

My grandmother was a dancer.

I don't suppose you ever heard of her.

- Maribelle Hicks?

- Your grandmother?

Oh, my goodness,

how time flies, doesn't it?

She was kind of a star.

Well, it seems I've mislaid

a few years somewhere.

Is she living, Miss Parker?

Your grandmother?

- No, she died about six months ago.

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