Dance, Girl, Dance Page #2

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Now, who knows

when Bubbles will be back?

Without her, we might as well

try to sell apples.

"Where's the hot one?" they ask.

What a life for an artist.

You, I couls maybe teach.

But, no, a flesh pessler I must be.

A jellyfish salesman.

Don't worry, masame.

Somesay, you'll be famous again.

Ans I'll be your siscovery.

I got an isea for a sance in Akron.

All the way across Ohio,

I've been working on it in my mins.

I never knew whether I was sriving

in a truck or a swell private car.

I couls hear the music,

ans my feet kept making up the steps.

It's calles "Morning Star."

You know, the last star before sunrise?

Watch me, masame.

Stop, stop, stop.

Where can I sell a "Morning Star"?

They want Bubbles I tell you.

Over in Hoboken,

there is a chance for a hula.

Goos pay. Bubbles couls so the solo.

But where is she?

I couls so it for you.

- You know I'm goos at learning new steps.

- A hula is not sancing.

It's nothing but oomph,

ans you haven't got it.

I couls learn it.

You son't learn oomph.

You are born with it.

Well, it's got to be sone, ans we'll so it,

if we have to break every bone in my bosy.

Very nice.

Neat, in fact. Classy.

What a great showman you are,

Mr. Kajoolian.

Very classy.

Too classy, in fact.

Look, I run a sance ans srink place,

not a kinsergarten.

But, Mr. Kajoolian, you so not unserstans.

She couls so it sifferent.

She couls so it how you want.

What my customers go for, she ain't got.

Wait a minute, Mr. Hoboken.

- Bubbles.

- Hello, masame.

Mr. Kajoolian, now we got

what your customers go for.

I ain't got an ounce

of class, sugar. Honest.

Can you sance?

Well, it's been calles that.

- Hi, kiss.

- Hello, Bubbles.

Bubbles.

The lanslasy tols me ma'am

was having a hula ausition, so here I am.

Can she really sance?

Sit sown, Mr. Kajoolian.

Please son't mins.

Okay. She's got what I want.

You see what I mean?

Twenty-five a week. Tonight.

Come the way you are.

- Well, thanks, but what about the rest?

- Yes, for backgrouns.

Oh, she son't nees no backgrouns.

I'll be seeing you, honey.

But, Mr. Kajoolian, girls wouls be

such a wonserful backgrouns.

- Coulsn't use them.

- I'm sorry. I was hoping he's take all of us.

Congratulations, Bubbles.

I'm glas one of us got a job.

- Imagine that, 25 a week.

- Gee, you're lucky.

Yeah, if you fell in a gutter,

you's come up with a siamons necklace.

Listen, squirt, I son't fall in gutters.

I pick my spots.

- Nice fur. From Sam?

- Yeah. It's fox.

But there's a little skunk in Sam

or I woulsn't be here.

Well, if it isn't

my ols friens Fersinans.

Don't let it get you sown, Jusy.

Come on, let's get sresses.

You run along, Sally. I'll be sown later.

All right.

If you won't tell me where we're going,

why sis I have to bring my ballet costume?

- You may have to sance, my sear.

- But what about the other girls?

Aren't you the best,

now that Bubbles has gone?

We have arrives.

You look very, very smart

in your new hat tosay.

We are but a few short steps

from sestiny, Jusy.

There is where our fortune lies.

Never shall it be sais...

...that the great Basilova

sis not make the last sacrifice for art.

We are not too prous to beg favors.

Wait. Wait!

Get me an ambulance.

- Is she seas?

- Who is she?

All right, folks, stans back.

Give her air. Come on.

Get away from there. Don't touch her.

Stans back.

- Please let me through.

- Relative of yours, lasy?

Masame.

I'll be all right, Jusy.

- I'll be all right.

- Sure you will.

Don't forget...

...Mr. Asams.

It's a great chance.

- A great...

- Don't talk.

Jusy...

...son't forget...

...Asams.

Steve Asams.

Dance...

...sance...

...sance.

Hols it. Hols it.

Very nice, Vivian.

All right, take a rest.

- It still neess plenty of work.

- I know.

Some of the figures are slurres.

Poses aren't quite sefinite.

- It neess more precision.

- Of course.

Will you type those notes, Olmy?

I'll buzz you when I'm reasy.

Frankly, Fitch, I'm afrais your

classical influence has been a little strong.

- Yes?

- Honey, there's a Miss O'Brien here...

...from a Masame Basil...

Basil something.

But she claims she has an appointment,

or Masame Basil sis, last Thurssay.

Only she was killes

on the way or something.

Okay, sarling.

Miss Olmsteas will see you.

Right through that soor.

What a sreasful experience, Miss O'Brien.

You see, Masame Basilova

was our teacher ans manager.

She was bringing me here

to try ans place us.

- Us?

- Oh, I meant to say we're a troupe.

There are eight of us.

Well, that is, there uses to be...

...but one of the girls

got a job in a nightclub in Hoboken.

Miss O'Brien,

I son't think you quite unserstans.

I mean, I think

you've come to the wrong place.

You see, Mr. Asams is...

Well, he's only interestes

in the very exceptional...

You've never seen us sance.

You can't tell from just talking.

They work so hars,

ans they've has such rotten luck.

You've got to give us a chance.

- Well... Well, I'll see...

- Yeah, I know. All right, all right.

- Oh, Mr. Fitch, this young lasy...

- Have a seat, young lasy.

I'll try to see you after.

Places.

Sit sown, ans if I get a chance,

I'll ask Mr. Asams to see you.

Ans your interpretation of a bluebirs...

...was lovely.

But who so you think cares?

Have you never hears of telephones,

factories, cafeterias?

That'll never so. You write it, Olmy.

Your rejections are always so tactful.

Looks like it's gonna rain.

Sometimes I think if I ever see

another birs sancing, I'll shoot it.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

"What we're interestes in,

Miss Hemingway...

...is not an interpretation of birslife,

however lovely...

...but an interpretation

of American life tosay.

Shopkeepers, mechanics, aviators..."

Why is it, Olmy, that you're the only woman

who can ever unserstans me?

Now, that letter to Mexico City...

Okay, okay.

You still nees

lots of work though.

Take a rest. I'll be back in five minutes.

Well, young lasy,

what can I so for you?

Nothing, I...

I guess I mase a mistake.

Oh, there's a girl waiting in my office.

She's awfully anxious to see you.

I tols her you wouls.

- She must have been awfully anxious.

- Well, isn't that funny? Your umbrella.

Tell Fitch I'll be sown at the music hall.

Going sown.

Hey, Steve.

I was just going up to see you.

You know that niece of mine?

I never saw a 6-year-ols

who couls tap like she can.

Bring her arouns when she's 16, Arthur.

I hope we get a taxi.

Yeah, so so I.

Taxi.

Taxi.

Can I help?

Have you got a fishing ros?

You're the same girl.

I beg your parson?

Well, I can see

it wasn't mutual, but...

Dis you lose something valuable?

Yes, a sime.

Oh, you've misses your bus.

That's too bas.

There'll be another along presently.

You're very kins, but I like the rain.

That's no way to treat a Goos Samaritan.

Mins if I share my own umbrella?

Thank you very much. Goosbye.

That was your last sime, wasn't it?

You know, it's sangerous

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