Girl Crazy

Where to, Mr. Churchill?

Some large, bright, gay place

with hundreds of beautiful girls.

- Some large, bright, gay place.

- With hundreds of beautiful girls.

Yes, sirree.

Isn't that a coincidence,

on the right there?

- Thank you, Jeeves. Thank you, Jives.

- Mr. Churchill, hold it, please.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Here we go.

- Evening, Mr. Churchill.

Good evening, Marcus.

Why, Mr. Churchill,

you're quite a stranger.

Not to the people that know me.

Girls?

Good evening. Hello, fellows.

- Hi, hey.

- How are you?

- Why, Mr. Churchill.

- Thomas.

- We certainly have missed you.

- Well, thank you.

You couldn't have picked

a better night.

- Really? Why?

- Tommy Dorsey's opening.

- Hiya, Tom.

- Hello, Dan.

I've always been considered

Quite a delicate child

Watched over by a governess

And nurse

To say I've led a sheltered life

Is putting it mild

I promise you it couldn't be much worse

Mother always called me

Her hothouse rose

And all the dates I had

Were with hothouse beaus

But now that I am old enough

To cast a few votes

I'm going out and sow a few oats

So

Treat me rough, muss my hair

Don't you dare to handle me with care

I'm no innocent child, baby

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough

Pinch my cheek

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Till I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby

Keep on treating me rough

Treat me rough, muss my hair

Don't you dare to handle me with care

- I'm no innocent child

- No innocent child

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough

Pinch my cheek

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Till I'm weak

- I've been pampered enough

- I've been pampered enough

Baby, keep on treating me rough

Can't get enough

Treat me rough

No one can

Don't you dare to handle me with care

I'm no innocent child, baby

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough

Pinch my cheek

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Till I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby

Keep on treating me rough

When I was born

They found a silver spoon in my mouth

I had a barber just to curl my hair

If winter came

The mater carried me to the south

The point is that I had the best of care

Women and headwaiters fawned on me

Life was just a bore till it dawned on me

That if I'd ever want to be a man

Amongst men

I'd have to be manhandled now and then

So treat me rough

Muss my hair

Don't you dare to handle me with care

I'm no innocent child, baby

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough, pinch my cheeks

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Until I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby

Keep on treating me rough

Danny Churchill.

Silly, isn't it, Dad?

- Son.

- Yes, sir?

You're living in a world

of weekend whimsy...

...and growing up to be

a rich man's son.

Surely you don't believe what's

printed in the papers?

"Publisher's son is crowned king.

Danny Jr. "

"Publisher's son stops show. "

Why, it's incredible.

Dad, you know how reporters

like to exaggerate.

Any mention of Danny Jr. Winning

academic honors at Yale?

- No. Or even a spelling bee?

- No.

The next thing you know,

you'll be sponsoring a beauty contest.

- It isn't really that bad.

- Now look, Danny.

None of this stuff is actually bad.

But if it keeps on,

you'll get to be known as a character.

The first thing you know...

...why, you start living up

to the write-ups and that is bad.

And we're not going to let

that happen, are we?

You're right. I'm sorry, Dad.

I'll leave for New Haven today.

No, Danny, you're not going back

to New Haven.

No, you're going to Cody.

Cody? What's that?

Cody College of Mines and Agriculture.

It's out West.

It has fresh air.

And it is not coeducational.

Dad, you can't be serious.

Why, a guy would go daffy out there.

Well, there's a bare possibility

that it might make a man of you.

And another thing,

just so it won't be a shock to you.

There hasn't been a woman out there

since the Civil War.

Well, that doesn't make any...

"Codyville. Two thousand,

eight hundred and fifty feet. "

Hey.

Hey!

- Where's the hotel in this town?

- Ain't none.

Well, where do people live?

There ain't none.

Well, could you tell me

where Cody College is?

Down the road, about eight miles.

Well, are there any taxis in the town?

Oh, no, don't tell me. I know.

There ain't none.

- Well, good night.

- Good night.

"Cody College.

Eight miles. "

"Cody College.

Eight miles. "

"Cody College.

Eight miles. "

Hey.

Hey!

Having a little trouble?

Why don't you leave it out here

for the buzzards?

Well... Well, I'll be.

Hello.

- I said, hello.

- That's what I thought you said.

Well, what do people out West say

when somebody says hello to them?

Look, stranger,

why don't you just go away?

Oh, that isn't very nice.

I've been lying under that jumping jack

for a half an hour.

- I'm not in the mood for small talk.

- Oh, excuse me.

I just happened to be in

the neighborhood...

...and I thought I'd drop by

to tell you...

...that you're the best-looking

automobile mechanic I've ever seen.

Traveling salesman?

- What are you laughing at?

- Nothing. I'm just happy.

- You're sure it isn't the sun.

- No, no, it's something about my father.

He sent me out West to get away...

To get away from the girls.

And I find you right out here

in the middle of the desert.

I think it's very funny.

- You do?

- Yeah.

Would you go ahead and have

your own private little joke.

I've got things to do.

What are you doing down there?

Grinding coffee.

May I?

Won't talk, eh?

Well, it looks like Hattie here

isn't gonna be very sociable.

Well, I don't know

what I'm gonna do.

There's nothing left for you to do

but to sit here...

...and give me the story of your life.

If I'm not at school in 10 minutes

I'm gonna miss the mail train.

You mean Cody?

You don't mean to tell me

that you're a student there?

No, I carry the mail.

Government's making a big mistake.

They ought to put your picture

on the postage stamps.

Well, I can't waste any more time here.

Wait a minute, would you?

Let me try it once more, please?

- Well, that's it.

- Wait a minute. Where are you going?

Out West, when we're in trouble,

we walk.

It's the same in the East.

I'll go with you.

My name is Danny Churchill.

I'm from New York.

Free, white and lonesome.

- Danny... Did you say Churchill?

- Churchill Jr., yeah.

- The playboy?

- Well, I...

- What's so funny?

- Oh, goodness gracious.

I don't get it.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Fancy meeting you here?

- I don't get it.

- They tell me that you're...

That you're quite a hand with the ladies.

I hope I'm as good a hand here

with Hattie.

- As you think you are with the ladies?

- All right. All right.

Hey. Hey. How about me?

- Hi. Are you Danny Churchill?

- Yeah.

Well, I'm Henry Lathrop.

- Glad to know you.

- How are you?

I'm sorry about jumping over you.

We didn't see you.

Well, that's all right.

We'll show you where to register

and the dean's office...

...and the mess hall

and then to your room.

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