Dancing Lady Page #2

Oh, can it.

Drop it.

Variety says Patch Gallagher

is putting on a new show.

What kind of a guy

is this Patch Gallagher, Rosie?

Compared to him

an elephant's hide is tissue paper.

But he sure knows his stuff.

I'm going to see him in the morning.

Yeah?

And I'm having breakfast

at the White House.

I'm going to work for Patch Gallagher.

You can dream better if you'll get to sleep.

I'm through dreaming.

I'm gonna start doing.

I'm going up where it's art.

Uptown.

I was never treated so disgracefully

in my life.

Don't lose your temper now.

And you all can tell that Mr. Gallagher...

that cotton will grow black

before I come to see him again, sir.

Where we all come from

gentlemen know how to speak to ladies.

- And you can tell him from me...

- Break it up.

You all go back

to the Mason-Dixon line, sugar.

What a wise agent you are.

Gallagher ain't tough enough.

You had to make him tougher.

Oh, I told you that Southern accent

would sound phony.

Now, wait a minute.

Listen, wait a minute, won't you?

Way up. Way up. Come on. That's it.

Now, back. Back, back.

All right, all right. Break it up, break it up.

Just a minute, Miss Warner.

All right, Harry.

- I met a Southern girl out there.

- Way from the South?

Now, don't tell me.

Don't tell me you're from the South.

And they want to build a statue

of my father...

but I wouldn't let them.

- Oh, stop. Come in.

- Yeah. That's true.

Don't tell me they want to make

a statue of your father.

- Look.

- Hello.

What do you want?

I was wondering if y'all could tell me

where I could find Mr. Gallagher?

What do you want Mr. Gallagher for?

Well, I'd kind of like to talk to him

about that Southern part.

About the Southern part.

- Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

- Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

There he is over there.

Take a good look at him.

It's funny, but I'm a little nearsighted.

I'm afraid

I'll have to get a little closer to him.

Come on, come on. You're big-eyed

enough to see that he's busy.

But I wouldn't take up any of his time.

The lady is leaving.

Look now,

I know if you'd let me get in there...

that he'd let me do this part.

I know he would.

Did you read that sign on the door:

"No more girls wanted"?

Yes, I read it.

Will you read it again

and get that mush out of your mouth?

How'd you like some of it in your eye,

you big bruiser?

- Steve.

- Okay, boss.

I've decided to take Miss Warner

for the part.

- Miss Warner?

- Yeah.

Oh, I see.

Congratulations, Miss Warner.

You all don't come from the South,

do you?

No.

- Steve.

- Yeah, boss?

That's all today.

Regular rehearsal a week from Monday.

Break it up! Break it up!

That's all for today.

The regular rehearsals start

a week from Monday.

- So, you took Warner, eh?

- Yeah. I know she's not so hot.

But with all the real talent

gone to Hollywood...

you gotta make the best

of what you can get.

We'll be down to using midgets

pretty soon.

Well, work on her.

Use the whip if you have to.

She's got to be loosened up

by the time we open.

I'll offer her candy. Maybe she likes candy.

- Offer her anything but more money.

- Okay, Mr. Gallagher.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

- Slumming again?

- No, I joined the Uplifters Society.

- Who's the victim?

- You.

I looked for you down at the burlesque,

I couldn't find you.

- You going after art?

- Gallagher.

You're finding out the machines are fixed

against your 1,000 to 1 shot?

- Lf you're running low on coins...

- No.

Don't pull that $50 gag again, please.

Aren't you ready to give up?

I've been chasing that guy, Gallagher

around for days.

But I'm young yet.

Got a lot of time ahead of me.

Got a lot of sleep to catch up on, too.

- Goodnight, Mr. Newton.

- Hey, wait a minute.

Now, suppose I gave you a letter

to Jasper Bradley...

make it easy for you?

- Bradley?

- That's Gallagher's boss.

How about it?

What's there in it for you?

Now, this is no place to discuss that.

- Come on, let's go upstairs.

- Can't you read?

I'm no gentleman.

Besides, I need pen and ink for that letter.

You'll find pen and ink in the parlor.

- Okay.

- Hey, wait a minute.

You haven't told me yet where you cut in.

If you want it that way,

I won't cut in at all.

- At least not for a while.

- No. I'll do it for art's sake.

Okay. I'll take it.

But remember,

I stay out of your private collection.

- Good morning, good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Bradley.

- Good morning, Miss Allen.

- Good morning, Mr. Bradley.

- Good morning, Miss Allen.

- Good morning, Junior.

I mean, Mr. Bradley.

What do you think

I want to see you about?

How about un-belting

with some more cash for this show?

You're not putting on

a dog and monkey circus, you know.

Look at these costumes.

- See anything wrong with them?

- No. They're very pretty. Very nice.

Yes, they're pretty. They're nice.

I suppose you can see

they're not of the same period.

The styles are only a hundred years apart.

What of it?

Nobody will know the difference.

Besides, they're the best we could rent.

So that's the gag. Rented.

You can afford to buy some, can't you?

Yes, I can,

but there are taxes and advertising...

and salaries for people like you

and Junior.

It costs money to send Junior to Harvard

to study the drama.

Well, you can write that off as a dead loss.

Oh, now, now,

don't get excited over nothing.

If you don't care about your rep,

I care about mine.

And I'm not going to put on

a charity bazaar for anybody! That's flat!

- Did I ever deny you anything?

- Never mind the salve.

- Do I get the costumes?

- All right, of course. Of course.

You didn't really mean to walk out on me

just for a few costumes.

Rather than send beautiful girls

out in those, I'd let them go on naked.

You know, Papa, that's a swell idea.

It's the same idea

that got you kicked out of school.

Come on, girls. On the stage.

Junior!

Yes, Papa.

Come in.

- Mr. Bradley...

- Go away, I can't see anyone. I'm busy.

- But I have a...

- I told you to go away. Go away.

All right, but there's a letter here

from Mr. Tod Newton.

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

- Newton. Tod Newton.

- Tod Newton.

- Show the lady in. Show the lady in.

- Yes, sir.

This Tod Newton has a lot of money.

Maybe we'll get some good costumes

after all.

My boy, you're learning the business.

Miss Barlow.

Miss Barlow. How do you do?

Why, this is wonderful.

Why didn't you come in before?

Well, your lady traffic cop out there

had the signals against me.

Oh, that's a shame. I'm sorry.

- It won't happen again, I assure you.

- Thank you.

- Won't you sit down?

- Yes, thank you.

My son... I beg your pardon,

you haven't met my son.

- How do you do?

- Mr. Bradley, Jr. Miss Barlow.

Hello.

Now, Miss Barlow, I think it would be best

if you'd see Mr. Gallagher at once.

- Yes, thank you.

- Junior, will you escort Miss Barlow...

- down to Mr. Gallagher on the stage?

- Thank you.

- Mr. Gallagher is our director.

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