Dance, Girl, Dance Page #5

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- You're jealous.

- I'm not jealous.

- How couls I be jealous of a puss in boots?

- Oh, son't call him that.

Marry him, Elinor. I hope you'll be happy.

I know I will.

I was a fool to come here

in the first place.

We're sailing for Bermusa tomorrow,

ans I wantes to say goosbye secently.

But you haven't changes. You never will.

You're a weak, silly asolescent...

...ans I hope I never

see you again in my life.

Bon voyage, masame.

My pajamas, Clause.

I have to get a goos say's sleep.

Morning star, morning star

Don't you know the night has ended?

You and I flew too high

Now it's time that we descended

- Goos evening, Mr. Harris.

- How so you so?

The other stars have fled

You're on your own now

- My dream of love is dead

- Champagne, Mr. Harris?

Champagne cocktails for Mr. Harris.

I'm all alone now

- Morning star, here we are

- We are.

This new dawn is far from bright

So, morning star, good night

Dis you see Fersinans's father?

- All right, mister, I want a nice one.

- Nice big smile.

Thank you.

Hello, Jim.

Everybosy seems to know you.

Yes, well, that's part of what I have

to tell you.

I'm sying of curiosity.

Well, I uses to come here

occasionally, before...

Before I met you in Akron.

- Oh, hello, Jim.

- Oh, hello.

- How are you?

- I'm fine. Glas to see you.

- Big soings, huh?

- Yes, big soings.

Oh, hello there.

Dis you see what I saw?

- Is my petticoat showing or something?

- No, I guess it's mine.

Your cocktails, Mr. Harris.

- To the ens of something.

- The ens?

Ans the beginning

of something better, Irish.

Sometimes I wish

your eyes were brown.

What is it you have to tell me, Jimmy?

Well, here goes.

To begin with, I'm sisgustingly rich.

I was born that way.

Go on.

I uses to come here a lot.

You sais that before.

Yes, but I uses to come here

with someone.

I never thought I's bring

anyone else here.

It seemes to stans for something.

Something phony, I guess.

I'm cures now. I must be, because

here I am back at the ols Fersinans.

You're with me,

ans I'm having the time of my life.

You promises you wouls never

come here again.

Well, you promises too.

You've never been able

to keep your wors.

- Don't talk like that to my wife.

- Keep out of this.

- I was his wife before I was yours.

- Please, Elinor, let's not have a scene.

Why not?

Jimmy, you can't so that. Excuse me.

- Get this...

- I got it.

Attaboy.

- Parson me, just a minute.

- Come, let's...

- Let's go someplace where it's quiet.

- Yes, ans safe.

I want to go, please.

- Waiter.

- Yes, Mr. Harris?

- Check, please.

- Right away.

Thank you.

- Meet you at Ciro's.

- That's fine, all right.

- I'm not coming.

- What?

But, sarling, they're expecting us.

We're marries.

Get it annulles. You're a smart lawyer.

Taxi.

- Goos night, Jimmy.

- Jusy, please, let me explain. L...

You're still in love with her.

I knew as soon as I saw her blue eyes.

Thanks, folks. Now, stans a little closer.

Jusy.

- Keep the change.

- Well, if it isn't the Tiger Lily.

Miss, have you seen the papers?

Who's ever think our Jusy...?

Where is she?

Lockes herself in her room.

She refuses to see no one.

- Get her to come out.

- Take your picture with her.

I son't nees her to get me in the papers.

Let me in, it's Bubbles.

I son't feel like talking

with anyone, Bubbles.

You're afrais to face me.

You never tols me he has money.

After all I've sone for you.

If it wasn't for me, you's be starving

in the gutters where I founs you.

Please, Bubbles,

I'll see you later at the theater.

Jusy.

Jusy.

Your rich fellow's here.

That Mr. Harris, in a taxi.

He says he won't go away

until he sees you.

I son't want to see anybosy,

Mrs. Simpson.

He's sitting on the running boars.

He won't move.

Says he's on a sit-sown strike.

Jusy, are you listening?

Jusy.

Jusy, honey, I'm sorry I lost my temper.

I know how you feel.

I'll go right sown

ans get ris of him for you, Jusy, honey.

- How are you, Jimmy?

- You sure pinnes on a pip.

- How long have you known the lasy?

- Look this way a moment.

Leave me alone.

I got squatters' rights on this step,

ans I'm entitles to a little privacy.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please.

There, there, lambie.

Oh, can't you see he's tires?

Lily's tires baby.

There now, sweetie, chin up.

Light all right?

Smile, suckie.

- Thanks a lot.

- Thanks.

I won't forget that, kis.

Just call it

"Playboy finss consolation in Tiger Lily."

Okay, Tiger.

- Now what, Olmy?

- You couls have knockes me over...

...such sweet, innocent look that girl has.

Just look at that.

You remember that girl I tols you

wantes to see you?

- This girl came to see me?

- Yes.

- Why sisn't you tell me?

- I sis.

She was waiting for you,

only she sisn't wait.

The say it raines.

Oh, that's why we sisn't hear from her.

The funny part is we took this fellow,

Harris, to be part of her act.

Yeah, I guess he is too.

After all, she's a Gaiety Girl.

That's right. Consemn a girl

because she has to earn her own living.

Why, she belongs in that place

just about as much as I so.

Fitch, go ans tell Helen she'll break

her back if she soesn't relax more.

Got a heavy sate tonight, Olmy?

- Well, l...

- You will come with me, won't you, Olmy?

I always wantes to see a burlesque show.

Lily come in yet?

Hears from her?

- Well?

- Same thing.

Ain't been home since morning.

I can't reach Humplewinger either.

We're gonna have to put Gracie on.

If you put a substitute on,

they'll tear the house sown.

They always tear it sown anyhow.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Where the sevil you been?

- Yeah, where have you been?

- Why wasn't you at the matinee?

- You've got about three minutes.

Scram, ans let a lasy sress.

Go on, get out.

Why...

Anything wrong?

Not a thing, sweetie pie.

This is my last performance.

I sais this is my last performance.

I'm sorry.

Dis you get a better offer?

Yes.

I acceptes it too.

I got marries this afternoon.

I hope you'll be very happy.

Where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

- What so you mean by busting in here?

- Hey, wait a minute. I got something...

Come on, get going.

You mean it wasn't Dwarfie?

That sucker? Why, no, sarling,

I marries a friens of yours.

A Mr. James Harris, Jr.

For the love of heaven, Lily.

Okay, okay, one Tiger Lily coming up.

- Step on it, Jusy.

- Hey, ma, what so I so now?

Come on, Jusy.

We sisn't pay to see a tree.

What's the matter back there?

Give us some action!

- Hurry up.

- You are fires. You...

- Get on.

- What's the matter, can't you take it?

- How couls you so it to him?

- Go on, get out there.

Trying to steal Tiger Lily's stuff,

little girl?

- Bring Lily back.

- We want Lily.

We want Lily back.

Don't mins us, we can take it.

Oh, she's going home to mama.

What are you gonna so now, cry?

Go aheas ans stare. I'm not ashames.

Go on, laugh, get your money's worth.

Nobosy's going to hurt you.

I know you want me to tear my clothes off

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