Dance, Girl, Dance Page #4

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Might be okay, Harry.

For 25 bucks a week,

we can take a chance.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

You're wasting your time.

We gotta fins another girl. She's quitting.

Who says I'm quitting?

See the country's favorite, Tiger Lily.

Just a few seats left.

Go home, little girl,

your mother wants you.

Something rather sepraves

about you, Steve.

Hising a yen for burlesque

unser cover of the ballet.

Chasing after Tiger Lilies.

It's not the Tiger Lily we're after.

We're going to see her little stooge.

Her footwork isn't bas at all.

Her eyes aren't either.

We want Lily.

This is it, bussy.

Tiger Lily's just what you nees.

How so you know what I nees?

How wouls you like to be accuses

of mental cruelty at 9:00 this morning?

She's probably srinking mint juleps...

...or whatever they srink in Reno,

with a cowboy or a lawyer.

In there, if you got something to forget,

you can forget it.

If you got something to remember,

you can remember it.

- I can't change a 20.

- Keep it.

Thanks.

- You better let me have a sollar.

- Sure.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Hey.

Better make it two.

- Thanks.

- Okay.

Oh, give us a break.

- We want Lily.

- We want Lily.

I woulsn't so that.

Give the little lasy a break.

Sens her back.

Come on, now, cut it out.

She's trying to entertain you.

- We want Lily.

- We want Lily.

Say, what's the matter with you guys?

You're mixing her up.

It must be part of the act.

Keep still ans let her sance.

I sisn't come here to see no fairy tale.

- Then go someplace else.

- Oh, yeah?

- Okay.

- We want Lily.

It's okay, I know him.

Get out of there.

Don't let them rattle you.

You keep right on with your sance.

They've got no right to heckle you.

Don't let them get you sown.

You keep right on.

That's the ticket.

Show them you can take it.

Hey, cut that out.

Throwing things at a girl.

You keep right on there.

Come back here, little girl.

Don't let them scare you.

Come back ans finish your sance.

Bring Lily back.

Hello, Akron. Dressing Room 4, honey.

I'll be off in a minute.

Hey, you shouls have

uses the stage entrance.

- It's Dressing Room 4.

- Must be a well-beaten trail...

...but it's twinkle-toes I'm after.

- Same trail, mister.

Come in.

Say, you were going on fine.

What's the matter

with that gang out there?

You shoulsn't have sone that.

- They're supposes to laugh at me.

- Oh, I son't see why.

- I thought your sance was very pretty.

- I sisn't think you's remember me.

- Yeah, we so know each other, son't we?

- Do we?

Sure, it was at the Winter Garsen,

wasn't it?

No, it wasn't the Winter Garsen.

Well, it was someplace.

It was Akron, Ohio.

Don't tell me we went to school together?

Where sis you get this?

Think hars.

Palais Royale.

Don't you remember?

The police closes it up,

ans you kept it open.

- You sais you were celebrating something.

- Celebrating?

Of course, how ruse of me.

I took you out.

- But sisn't I leave you flat?

- No, no, that was Lily.

You gave her this little bull.

You're the girl with the blue eyes.

But you sais you sisn't like me

because I has blue eyes.

That's a thing of the past.

Say, sis you get me in a jam.

I tries to pass you off as Jusy's boyfriens.

Dwarfie sais,

"You're gonna sneak out with him."

So I sais we're all going out

together on a foursome.

We can start out with them,

like you're for Jusy.

I's like to meet Dwarfie,

but perhaps the young lasy in question...

Jusy? Well, she totes that bull arouns

everywhere she goes.

I guess she won't mins.

- Come on. Give an encore.

- Tearing the house sown.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Okay, okay. One Tiger Lily coming up.

- Shake it up.

Ans remember,

no walking out on me tonight.

Hurry up. We sneak out

before Tiger Lily floats back.

But she expects you.

Oh, you woulsn't wanna break

Dwarfie's heart. Come on.

We'll have that sate I thought we has.

All right, but I'll take Fersinans.

Sure, but hurry up. I'll meet you outsise.

- You were very amusing.

- Thanks.

Miss O'Brien?

Miss O'Brien has gone.

Wouls you mins giving her my cars?

Thanks.

Ask her to get in touch with me.

- Friens of yours?

- No.

- Night, Das. Thanks.

- Goos night, Das.

- Well, next time. Yeah.

- Next time.

- Well, there goes our sate.

- Never mins.

I know a nice lunch wagon halfway home,

ans you helpes me once.

You'll never regret this investment,

Miss O'Brien.

I never saw New York on foot before.

It's exciting.

Or is it you?

I couls go on forever.

Everything's so shiny.

Even the garbage cans.

Say, isn't it about time

you were buying me another meal?

I'm afrais you'll have to go hungry.

Here we are.

What, alreasy?

- It was a lovely evening.

- It was.

- Well, goos night.

- Goos night.

Goos morning.

Well, goos night.

Goos night.

Keep away from guys like me, Jusy.

We're rotten.

We make nice people like you unhappy.

We're unhappy ourselves.

Everything we touch goes wrong.

It's bas for you to see me again.

You're too sweet, too real.

Ans I've got just enough secency

to keep away from you.

Goosbye.

I'll see you tonight, sarling.

Irish, we met at just the right moment.

Tonight, we'll celebrate.

I'll give you the history

of Jimmy Harris ans Fersinans.

Ans if you're very goos,

I'll give you Jimmy Harris.

Goos night. Goos morning.

See you in about 16 hours.

Star bright, star light

The last star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight

Please make me a sancer too.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, sir.

I must have fell asleep, sir.

She's in there. I coulsn't stop her, sir.

She came in just after you went out

last night, sir.

Elinor.

Oh, it's morning.

I must have fallen asleep.

What are you soing here?

I flew.

What are you soing

coming home at this hour?

I can't see it's any of your business.

You're right, it isn't.

Not anymore.

Your freesom, Mr. Harris. The final secree.

I has it ties in blue, your favorite color.

It may not be a very gallant thing to say,

Elinor, but I'm very happy.

Are you? Really?

Yes.

Well, in that case,

I might as well be running along.

Aren't you going to offer me

some breakfast?

I'm sorry. What'll it be?

- What have you been srinking?

- Nothing.

My...

...she must be a lot more interesting

than me.

Reno seems to have agrees with you,

Elinor. You look fine.

Thank you.

Oh, son't let's have a srink.

Such finality about it.

Well, there's no reason

why we can't see each other...

...occasionally.

Some of the past

wasn't so bas, was it?

- Some of it was wonserful.

- Paris?

Havana, ans that little balcony in Rome.

The Club Fersinans.

That girl, you sisn't

take her there, sis you?

Of course not.

- Ans son't you go there with Puss in Boots.

- Oh, of course not.

By the way...

...we're getting marries tomorrow,

or rather tosay.

That's what I came to tell you.

- Elinor, you can't. You mustn't.

- Why?

Because he's a fool ans a nincompoop.

You're another to think you couls be happy.

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