Du Barry Was a Lady Page #4

That you don't have the slightest intention

of going through with this?

Why shouldn't I go through with it?

It's what I've always wanted, isn't it?

I said that love doesn't count

and it still doesn't.

And I said that money does and there it is.

You don't mean

you'd wreck your life and Louis', too,

just because you're sore at me?

Oh, don't flatter yourself.

You don't even enter into my plans.

One moment. One moment, boys.

Tommy, you must do me a favor.

You know Louis

is taking over this place for tonight

and I want you and the boys

to give him a real entertainment.

- Please, you'll do it for me, Tommy, huh?

- Okay, Nick.

Fellows, you know, Louis won

a lot of money in the sweepstakes.

And he's taking the

place over tonight to celebrate.

Hey, slim.

Hey.

Keep an eye on your Kelly?

Watch your lid? Park your derby?

No, no, that's not the way.

This is a high-class place.

When a gentleman walks in,

you smile and say, "Check your hat, sir?"

- That's it. That always slips me mind.

- It'll come to you gradually.

Say, how's business?

I ain't had a customer yet,

but I sure love the work.

Is that my old uniform?

It's too small for you, ain't it?

No, I'm just in it too far.

Well, maybe we should have

given this job to a girl.

But you can't get any.

They're all working in shipyards.

Louis.

- Louis, you look wonderful.

- Do I really?

Everything is just as you ordered it, Louis.

I mean, Mr. Blore.

Oh, you can call me Louis.

Money ain't changed me. I'm still lovable.

Here, hold this, will you?

Here's a couple of thousand bucks

to cover the brawl.

How'd that $5 bill get in there?

- Now, if you run short, let me know.

- Yes, sir, Louis. The place is yours.

It's your night to cut a rug.

Gosh, Louis, who'd have ever thought

you was gonna marry May Daly?

Oh, I could tell. That's on account

of me feminine institution.

- Is she here?

- Who?

- May Daly, my fiance.

- Fiance.

I want to hear that from her own lips

before I believe it.

You will. You will, don't worry.

Hey, how do you like my glad rags, huh?

Hey, did you get

two pair of pants with that suit?

Louis, I hardly recognized you.

You look like something out of Esquire.

When I buy an Esquire

The bible of the well-dressed man

My pulse jumps ten points higher

But not because of each Dapper Dan

I don't go in for fashions

I forget the authors names

The only thing I go for

Are those beautiful dames

I love an Esquire girl

If you don't love an Esquire girl

You won't like steak, apple strudel

Angel cake, soup with noodles

You would eat an oyster

but you'd throw away the pearl

If you don't love an Esquire girl

I love a Varga girl

If you don't love a Varga girl

You'd laugh out loud at Whistler's Mother

Frankenstein is sure to be your brother

You would buy a Persian lamb

and cut off every curl

If you don't love a Varga girl

Those lovely pictures by Hurrell

I hang on every wall

They're so swell

I have to yell Hurrell for them all

I crave a lovely girl

If you don't crave a lovely girl

You've got a head, but what's below it?

You're half dead, but you don't know it

And if Lana Turner

doesn't set your brain awhirl

Then you don't love a lovely girl

If you still don't love a lovely girl

There's something you should see

The calendar that we present

For 1943

January, you resolve

to start the year out fine

February, you make every

heart a valentine

March, you're just a bit unruly

April, you're so April fooly

May, you're so romantic

with your magic touch of spring

June, you have each couple hoping

wedding bells will ring

July brings out that good old

Yankee Doodle in me

And August, what a wonderful

vacation you'd be

Sweet September, you arrive

and disappear too soon

But you bring October

and a lovely harvest moon

November makes us thankful

for the blessings we hold dear

December makes us realize

it's been a lovely year

I crave a lovely girl

If you don't crave a lovely girl

You've got a head, but what's below it?

You're half dead, but you don't know it

And if Lana Turner

doesn't set your brain awhirl

Then you don't love a lovely girl

- Are you Mr. Louis Blore?

- No, that's him there.

Hey, Louis. Just leave it there. Louis.

Gee, it's beautiful, isn't it?

- L and M. Get what it stands for?

- Sure, ladies and men.

No, Louis and May.

- Take it to her dressing room.

- Yes, sir.

- Be sure and put it in water.

- Water?

- Here, put it over here.

- Oh, isn't that lovely?

- There's a cake for a king.

- Must have cost a fortune.

- Good evening, Louis.

- How are you?

Well, good evening.

- How are you, Miss Daly?

- Miss Daly.

- Come on, kiss the bride.

- Yeah, kiss the bride.

Kiss him, Miss Daly. We'll hold him.

I wish to speak to you, Louis.

Sure.

Alone.

Sure, just the two of us.

Sit down, please.

- I've seen the papers.

- Yeah.

Have you?

I see you wish to buy me.

Oh, gosh, no, Miss Daly.

I want to marry you.

Hey, talk to each other or something,

will you?

Well, I'm going to be

very honest with you, Louis.

You're a fine boy,

but I'm just not in love with you.

Well, if I was in your place,

I wouldn't be, either.

But you're in a position

to give me a lot of things that I want,

so all right.

But it'll have to be purely

a business arrangement.

- You know what I mean?

- Sure. Sure, you...

Hey, dance, will you?

Mill around. Talk or...

So, if you're satisfied with...

If you want someone who...

I mean, I'm marrying you

just for your money.

Sure, you'd be marrying me for my money,

but maybe you could

learn to love me just a little

and, well, I might win

another sweepstake and...

Well, if the terms are agreeable

to you, Louis,

I'd be most happy to accept.

Hey, everybody, guess what?

May's getting married.

To me, of all people.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Drinks for everybody.

And none of that 1942 champagne.

Give them the old stuff, the 1940.

You bet, Louis.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This is for you, Miss Daly. I mean, honey.

- That's a beauty.

- What a ring.

Hold it out.

- I guess this is part of our bargain.

- Well, come on, kiss her.

Oh, she's just excited.

She's never married me before.

Check your hat? Oh, sorry.

May, I gotta say something. I just gotta.

- What?

- Check your hat?

I love you.

Of course you don't have to say it

because I know you don't love me,

- but I wanted you to know...

- Louis.

You're very nice,

and I know you mean everything

you say to me but...

Well, I was just thinking that maybe I...

Well, maybe I...

Alec. Come on in and join the party.

Hey, what do you think?

May's gonna marry me.

Louis, why don't you get wise to yourself.

- She doesn't love you.

- I know that.

She's gonna marry me for my money.

Will you please keep out of this

and attend to your own affairs?

This is my affair.

Tell him the real reason

you're marrying him.

Go ahead.

Hey, don't talk to her like that

or I'll smack you.

Yeah?

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