Dimples Page #3

- Yes, sir. I was just outside.

- Oh, there you are.

- Yes. A little tea for Mrs. Drew.

- Tea?

Spread the table. You can pour.

- Pour what?

- Uh, no. No, thank you.

- Oh, you're quite sure?

- Yes.

Well, then Cicero,

you can get on with your marketing.

- Market?

- Let me see.

I think I'd relish

a nice flllet for dinner.

- We ain't never paid...

- Cooked in your own inimitable ways.

Yes.

There's a quiet splendor

about the aboriginal servant, Mrs. Drew.

Which, unfortunately,

is not always shared by their masters.

Professor, your granddaughter

is a remarkable child...

an appealing child.

As briefly as I've known her,

I've become... very fond of her.

Yes, that's easy to see, Mrs. Drew,

and quite easy to understand too.

In fact, I'm so fond of her,

that I want to propose

something to you...

something for her good.

I'm going to ask you to let her

come and live with me...

and let me do all I can for her.

You mean that I should give Dimples up?

Well, this sort of life...

isn't what a child should have.

You understand that.

For all your love and devotion,

you aren't helping Dimples.

You're hurting her.

You may even ruin her whole life.

But I-I-I... I love Dimples.

I know that.

That's why I'm asking it of you.

It wouldn't mean a complete separation.

You could see her whenever you wished.

- And perhaps I could help you too.

- How?

Perhaps I might ease your life,

provide you with a sum of money,

say $5,000.

Five thousand dollars for Dimples?

Five thousand,

if you let her come and live with me.

Oh...

I must run along, Professor.

You give a lot of thought to what I've

said. I'm sure you'll agree with me.

Good-bye, darling.

I'm going to see you again soon.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

Please don't sell me, Professor.

- Please.

- Why, bless your heart.

I wouldn't sell you

for all the money in the world.

I thought you might want the $5,000.

Oh, my sweet, sweet child.

There's nothing in the whole

world that could take you from me.

Nothing.

I... I love you, Professor.

I'm gonna make myself worthy

of that love.

When somebody loves somebody

Everything and everybody

Makes life

A happy song

When somebody has nobody

Birds won't sing and that somebody

Finds life without a song

If you want to see a picture

Of the whole world upside down

Just picture me

Without you

And you without me

Just close your eyes and you'll see

How lonesome we'd be

Stars would fall, dreams would all

Crumble

Down for good

Castles would tumble

There'd be no me

Without you

No you without me

And yet nobody could be

As happy as we

Smiling through, clinging

Together

What would I do

Without you

And you without me

It's all for the best, Allen.

You're free now.

Of course.

I just feel sorry for Aunt Caroline.

She's done so much for me.

If she knew I'd actually gone

into the theater business,

well... I believe she'd change her name.

That's better than what you

thought she'd do...

cut you off without a cent.

- Oh, she did that.

- She did?

Yes. But I have some money of my own.

That's how I made Le Douve play.

All the same,

I hate having to hurt her.

You've made me happy.

Isn't that important too?

So important that I'm glad

I gave up everything else to do it.

I'm going to have my name on the bills

and a star on my dressing room door?

A dozen stars.

Remember now,

we start to leave the minute

I refuse his first offer.

That, uh, sounds like Professor Appleby.

I sent for him

to talk about his grandchild.

She'd be perfect

for the part of the little girl.

It's mighty shrewd of Drew

to send for me.

An actor of my reputation

can't hurt him. After all...

- Well, I knew it was you. Come in.

- Ah...

Yes. Yes.

This is Professor Appleby

and his granddaughter, um...

Sylvia Dolores Appleby.

But they call me Dimples.

Oh, yes. Miss Cleo Marsh.

- Oh, I'm greatly honored, Miss Marsh.

- Hello.

Miss Marsh has the leading role

in our new play.

Ah, opposite me, I suppose.

There's nothing I like better than to

get my teeth into a good romantic role.

"But soft! What light

through yonder window breaks?

"It is the east

and Juliet is the sun.

Arise..." Uh.

- "Arise..."

- "Arise, fair sun,

and kill the envious moon."

Yes. "Arise, fair sun,

and kill the envious moon."

Isn't he simply wonderful?

I was quite

a matinee idol in those days.

I still get letters from ladies

in the towns where I played.

- Yes.

- Yes.

- Landladies.

- Eh, oh, oh, no.

- No. L...

- Well, uh,

Shakespeare isn't exactly

what I had in mind.

- Oh, no?

- Well, do your birdcalls.

- They're beautiful.

- Yes, yes.

Mr. Drew, you'd better close

your windows.

- Your room will be full of birds.

- Oh, I don't mind that.

Oh, very well.

Eh, let me see, uh.

Uh, yes. The, uh, the, uh, the robin

calling to the blue jay.

The blue jay responding.

Isn't that simply wonderful?

But they sound the same to me.

I can't tell any difference.

Aha, but the bird can.

- Yes.

- Well, I wanted to talk about, Dimples.

Oh, you want her too?

Well, you're shrewder

than I thought, Mr. Drew.

My granddaughter and I

make an excellent team.

Just watch us. Cicero,

"The Fling."

That's a charming dance,

but we couldn't possibly...

- We can do jokes too.

- Yes.

Professor, I sent for you

because I wanted Dimples...

for a part in the new play

I'm going to produce.

I hate to disappoint you,

but I wanted her, not you.

Oh, well, that's flne. Fine.

Couldn't you flx it so the professor

could do it instead of me?

I'm sorry,

but the part is for a little girl.

Then you'd better get

some other little girl.

I wouldn't be any good

without the professor.

Your grandfather could work

right along with us, if he wanted to.

- Yes.

- The theater business is new to me.

I could use a helper,

sort of an assistant.

Sir, I've never been

an assistant in my life.

- Oh, I'm sorry and...

- I'll make an exception in this case.

- Splendid!

- Yes.

I congratulate you, Mr. Drew.

No Appleby has ever been

associated with a failure.

And with us in your organization,

your play is a success already.

Didn't I tell you he was wonderful?

Quite.

You're going to do

a beautiful play, Dimples...

a play that's never

been produced before.

It's about a little girl named Eva...

who tries to help

the slaves down South...

and an old colored man

who loves her named Uncle Tom.

The gospel train is a-comin'

I hear it just at hand

I hear the car wheels movin'

and a-rumblin' through the land

- Oh, get on board, get on board

- Little children

- Get on board

- Little children,

there's room for many a more.

- Choom, choom, choom

- I hear the bell and whistle

a-comin' around the curve

She's playin' all her steamin' power

and strainin' every nerve

- Oh, get on board

- Get on, children

- Get on board

- Get on, children

- Get on board

- Little children, there's room

for many a more

The fare is cheap and all can go

The rich and poor are there

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