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my theatre first for a couple of minutes.

I have kind of a problem that I thought

maybe you could help me with.

All right?

Why, I suppose so.

But won't Mr. Coudair wonder

where we are?

I don't think so. No.

Beauty like hers demands things,

Mr. McGuire:

Luxury, gentle living, money.

- I have these.

- Are you sure she wants them?

What beautiful young girl doesn't?

Have you given her the chance

to make up her own mind?

Have you?

That's fair enough.

Why don't we leave it up to her?

She won't leave you.

She's in love with you.

- I'm in love with her.

- I doubt that.

If you were, you wouldn't let her

remain in obscurity.

Don't you think I'd make her go

if I thought she'd be happier with...?

No, Mr. Coudair, I don't believe

she would be.

I don't believe it for a minute. L...

Beautiful, isn't she?

Yes.

I've never seen that picture before.

Is it new?

That is a picture of Rusty's

grandmother, Mr. McGuire.

- I was very much in love with her.

- Well, I'll be darned.

That's exactly what I said to myself

when I first saw Rusty.

Amazing resemblance, isn't there?

She was a dancer too,

worked at Tony Pastor's.

Tony Pastor's, huh?

It was wrong for her...

...as Danny McGuire's is wrong

for her granddaughter.

You decided that right away, huh?

Yes, so I asked her to marry me.

Did she?

Sit down, won't you?

I'll never forget the day I asked her up

here to meet my mother.

My mother was society,

and Maribelle a girl from the stage.

Maribelle stood there with her chin up

and her knees shaking...

...and Mother was looking

her over very thoroughly.

Mother just shook her head

and said, "Poor John."

I don't suppose you remember

a song called "Poor John."

That's how she punished me...

...by singing it until everyone

in New York knew that I was "Poor John."

Let me tell you about one night.

I ought to think myself a lucky girl

I know

'Cause I'm engaged

But still somehow

I don't think so

John, that's the name of my finance

You see

There's no mistak e

He's very fond of me

He took me out for walks

And, oh, he was so nice

He always used to kiss me

On the same place twice

Often in the park

We would sit and spoon

And I was, oh, so happy

Till the other afternoon

John took me round to see his mother

His mother

His mother

And when he introduced us

To each other

She weighed up everything that I had on

She put me through a cross-examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation

Then she shook her head

Look ed at me and said:

"Poor John, poor John"

His mother

She put me through a cross-examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation

Then she shook her head

Look ed at me and said:

"Poor John, poor John"

John took you around to see his mother

His mother

His mother

And when he introduced them

To each other

She weighed up everything that I had on

She put her through a cross-examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation

Then she shook her head

And look ed at her and said:

"Poor John, poor John"

She weighed up everything that I had on

She put her through a cross-examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation

Then she shook her head

Look ed at me and said:

"Poor John, poor John"

Hello, Maribelle.

Hello.

I wish you weren't upset

about the way Mother...

- She's lived a sort of conventional life.

- Upset?

Why, I'm delighted.

Mr. Pastor's delighted.

The piano player's delighted.

Everybody's delighted.

We think your mother's very intelligent.

Listen, Maribelle, l...

A very intelligent woman. Why, she

knows I don't belong on Fifth Avenue.

She knows I belong right here. And now

I do too, not that I didn't know it before.

I don't believe it.

I didn't before and still don't.

Oh, John, dear, we've been through

all this before.

But I didn't quite know

how right I was until...

I was very uncomfortable

in that pile of rock you call a house.

That was because of Mother.

From now on, Mother doesn't exist.

Nothing exists that can come

between you and me, do you hear? I...

What's that?

That's him.

He's hard to keep out, isn't he?

Maribelle, listen to me.

I know what he has to offer.

I know what this has to offer.

It's nothing to what I can give you.

He loves you.

But not the way I do. Forty years from

now I'll love you more then I do now.

What you have now,

you can have a million times.

All the things you tell me

are important:
Love, fun, music.

If you marry me, you'll have

all of them. I promise.

The very best that money can buy.

Now do you understand

my interest in Rusty?

It's like my youth has come back after

having been away a long, long time.

Who was playing the piano?

A very ordinary, young fellow

who worked there.

In love with her.

What difference does that make?

He had nothing to offer her.

Like me.

If you like.

Thanks for a very interesting evening,

Mr. Coudair.

But it's after 1:00, and Rusty'll

be waiting at a place we know.

I wouldn't be too sure about that,

Mr. McGuire.

At the risk of repeating myself,

Rusty wants what we have to give her.

Good night, Mr. Coudair.

It certainly is big, isn't it?

You ought to see it when it's filled

with 2000 people.

Two thousand?

And look at the orchestra.

We only have six in ours.

What do you do with so much room?

Watching you at McGuire's, I'm amazed

how well you handle the space.

I'd think you'd be knocking

each other down.

Sometimes we do wish we had

a stage as big as this one.

This stage is yours

for the asking, Rusty.

My goodness, it must be at least

a half a mile wide.

Did you ever dance on a stage

as big as this?

It's more like flying than dancing,

the freedom of it.

Close your eyes. Go on, close

your eyes just to get the feel of it.

Looks like she's not coming,

huh, Danny?

Maybe she forgot it was Friday.

Hey, don't be a schlemoil.

Schlemiel.

Beauty lik e Rusty's demands

things, huh?

She loves me. I love her,

and that's all two people need.

Then why didn't she meet you

at the oyster bar tonight?

Something happened.

She'll explain it tomorrow.

Wait a minute, Danny McGuire!

She stood you up, and you know it.

She's out with Wheaton,

and you know that too.

So she's out with Wheaton.

What difference does it mak e?

Danny!

Don't be such a hardheaded Irishman

for once.

If you really loved Rusty,

you'd let her go.

Coudair's right. You have nothing

to give her. Wheaton has everything.

Hey!

Danny!

You can't run away from yourself.

You gotta make up your mind,

and I'm gonna see that you do it now.

Wait a minute! Stop!

Hi, Lucy! Am I late?

Can't you see for yourself?

I dreamed a dream one day

And now that dream is here beside me

Long...

Danny!

Hello, Rusty!

Yeah?

What's Maurine doing

singing my number?

She was here. Maurine, go to the piano

and get up on the second A. You're flat.

Okay, Danny.

But you knew I was coming.

Did I? It's a quarter of 11.

Rehearsals are called for 10.

Is 45 minutes something

to make a crisis about?

Kind of an amazing thing

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