Dancing Lady Page #4
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1933
- 92 min
- 136 Views
But in Miss Barlow's case,
Fine, charge it to me.
But don't say anything about it to...
Or anybody.
- Well, here we are.
- Thanks.
Hey, look, would it be all right
if I gave a little party...
for the whole company tomorrow night?
Why the whole company, Mr. Newton?
Well, I've tried working it alone,
doesn't seem to get very far.
I see. It might work better
in a crowd, huh?
But don't expect Gallagher.
When he's directing a show,
he never goes out.
That's okay.
This is one show I'll direct myself.
The more I'm with you, the more I can see
My love is yours alone
You came and captured
a heart that was free
Now I've nothing I can call my own
Everything I have is yours
You're part of me
Everything I have is yours
My destiny
I would gladly give the sun to you
If the sun were only mine
I would gladly give the earth to you
And the stars that shine
Everything that I possess, I offer you
That my dream of happiness come true
I'd be happy just to spend my life
Waiting at your beck and call
Everything I have is yours
My life
My all
Goody, goody, champagne.
You know, this is my first time
to one of these doggy parties in years.
They're all right.
And at that, I wouldn't be here
if it weren't for Janie.
She made me stop hoofing
and start cooking.
We got a little joint around the corner
from Broadway.
Broadway isn't what it used to be
in the old days, you know.
Churchill's, Reisenweber's,
the old Madison Square Garden, all gone.
I heard of them.
Did you know New York
when they was here?
No, I was working
on the Kansas City Star in those days.
- Do you like gardenias?
- I love them.
I could take you in my yacht to Tahiti
where they grow wild, millions of them.
- Hoping I'd go wild, too, huh?
- Might do you a world of good, Janie.
Tod, dance me toward the bedroom,
will you?
I want to get my coat.
I'm going home.
Come on, let's dance.
You think you're a dancer, huh?
You'll never be an artist
until you find out what life's about.
You ought to open up
an art school for chorus girls.
Oh, excuse us.
There goes your great artist.
Is this the only way
I can get you in my arms?
- Janie?
- Yes, Tod?
Is it?
No.
We can always dance.
What are you doing with me, a striptease?
Tod!
Janie.
I must go home, Tod.
You sure about that?
Sure.
They were all at the party last night...
just because you said they could
stay in bed and rest up this morning.
- They were in bed all right.
- All right, Steve, I know all about it.
I can't play nursemaid to a hundred girls.
If they're tired for rehearsal this afternoon,
that's their hard luck!
- I'll be up in the gym.
- Listen, boss, I want to ask you something.
What's the matter? Sore because
you weren't asked to the party?
No, not exactly that,
but tell me, why am I a social failure?
- Ask your best friend.
- Even he won't tell me!
Wait a minute, what is all this?
What are you doing up here?
Oh, it's you.
I might have known wherever there's
anything private I'd find you around.
I just sneaked up to get a little workout.
What's the matter, the one at the party
last night wasn't so good, huh?
If you're so interested
in our private affairs...
why don't you come and see?
I don't mix business with pleasure.
Well, it'd be a pleasure to me
if you'd mind your own business.
Yeah? Say, listen.
It's my business to see
that you gals keep your shapes, Duchess!
You mean,
to see that we don't give them away.
Listen...
I don't give a rap about your private life,
only as to how it affects me.
Then stop handing out sarcastic orders.
It doesn't affect you at all.
Say listen, did you ever take a look at a
dame who's been out too many nights?
The customers out front just love it.
Will you stop beefing.
You're not on the stage now.
- Why don't you watch yourself?
- Why don't you...
Feel better?
Well, what do you know about that?
He can actually smile.
You look nice when you smile.
Why don't you try it a little more often?
Come on. Come on. Play ball.
Okay, you asked for it.
- Say, are you doing that on purpose?
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Pretty ambitious, huh?
Getting up so early after a night out.
- A lot of sleep'd done you more good.
- I left early.
Yeah? Well, keep up the good work.
Maybe I'll give you a specialty number
all for yourself.
- Gee, really?
- Save it. Save it.
You haven't got it yet.
- Shoulder feel all right now?
- It feels swell when you rub it.
Oh, no, you don't.
It was nice you could get away.
the afternoon for working all night.
That was kind of him.
I nearly forgot. Got something for you.
- I only owe you $25 now.
- Are you still at it?
Until the last dime is paid, Shylock.
Tod, I'm scared.
Come on, now. Just be yourself.
And remember, don't bite or scratch
no matter what happens.
Go on, now. Don't worry.
Gee, this is a swell... place.
- Who's that?
- That's one of the early Newtons.
He fought in the Revolution.
Looks like he started it.
darned old Newtons again?
He blew the top of his head off
with a duck gun.
You never heard of anything like that
from my side of the family.
This is my grandmother
on my mother's side. Mrs. Todhunter.
She's quite deaf, but she's the real thing.
- Nanny, this is Janie Barlow.
- What?
I'll have to write it for her.
So a Newton's
brought a woman into this house finally.
This is Janie Barlow.
Nice girl, isn't she?
When's the wedding?
Oh, but you...
Now, there's no use answering her.
Looks like good, healthy stock.
You know, Tod,
I didn't think you had it in you.
You know, we Todhunters
knew how to pick the women.
It was the Newtons
who were always a bit finicky.
- All right, darling, all right.
- Well, they were.
You know, I know what I'm talking about.
- Tod!
- Hello, kid.
Janie Barlow, this is my sister, Grace.
- How do you do?
- Hello.
- I'm so glad to know you.
- Thanks.
- And that's all the family there is.
- Tod!
Yes, Nanny.
Well, don't yell like that. I ain't so deaf.
You know you might have telephoned.
I could have prepared a little.
- All we want is a swim.
- Him?
- What him? Who?
- A swim.
Why didn't you say so?
I'll have Charles fix something
down at the lake.
- You like it?
- Love it.
- Afraid?
- Of what?
The country.
- I'm used to it.
- How so?
I milked a cow once.
What kind of a cow was it,
a Jersey or Guernsey?
I don't know. I didn't see the license plate.
Gee, this is a swell place.
You got everything in it.
All you need's a piano.
How'd you like to look
for a house and furniture?
Let's talk sense.
We want to be friends.
We can't be
unless you keep it on a sensible basis.
I'm suggesting a dandy basis.
Here, drink some of this.
Maybe it'll make you see things
the way I do.
No, thanks.
Everything's beautiful just as it is.
- Come on in.
- I don't like to mix my drinks.
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