Girl Crazy Page #7

American composer...

...Mr. George Gershwin.

Our own arrangement

of "Fascinating Rhythm. "

All right, everybody.

The polls are now open.

Step up and vote

for the Queen of the Rodeo.

- Come on, everybody vote.

- Only vote for one at a time, folks.

- Polls are now open.

- Ballots right here.

Get your ballots.

- Hi, Church.

- How's your steeple?

How did you know? Fine. Say, are there

really going to be 100 pretty girls here?

You bet there are.

I can see I'm in for a very quiet

weekend.

Wait a minute.

Listen, have you seen the dean?

- Yeah.

- Is he still happy?

He's happy, but getting older.

Hey, Mr. Danny,

I sure hope Miss Ginger wins.

Are you crazy? She better hadn't.

Who better had?

The governor's daughter.

Wait a minute. I thought you told

Miss Ginger she'll win.

Oh, I've told a lot of girls

they're gonna win.

- Why?

- We need the publicity.

I think she's wonderful...

...and I'm terribly in love with her...

...but she just isn't news, Rags.

Mr. Danny, that's a lovely pair of boots

you got on, but I'd hate to be in them.

Hey, Danny.

Hey, Dan, come here.

- Where have you been?

- Been counting up the votes.

- You're in the biggest trouble I ever saw.

- The junior league wants me for murder.

Oh, tornado coming.

Oh, Bud.

- Have you seen him yet?

- Who?

- Danny Churchill.

- Oh, Danny.

No, I haven't.

I think he went to sleep.

To sleep?

Yeah, he's got a pretty big day

tomorrow.

Girls, I think I see Danny.

- Where?

- Inside.

Oh, thanks.

- Where is Ginger?

- She's inside.

You're gonna get fat if you don't stop

eating all those bananas.

When you look like me

from the neck up...

...from the neck down is no problem.

Do you really think I'll win

the crown tonight?

Are you kidding?

The rest of those dames aren't

even on the same floor with you.

You know what you ought to do...

Hey. Hey, Ginger. Hey.

Oh, that's fine, card tricks.

What is it, Danny?

Ginger, you like me quite a bit,

don't you?

I think we're safe in saying that.

Well, I think you know

how I feel about you.

I think so.

Remember once you told me

that about 100 years ago...

...an Indian pushed that rock

from the other side of that mountain...

...just to prove to a girl

that he was on the level...

...and she was the only one

he cared about?

That's right.

Well, I want you to know that no matter

what happens tonight or anytime...

...I'd move that rock on the other side

of the mountain, any day, any night.

It's a pretty tall mountain.

We've got them taller than that.

Come on, let's go back to the dance.

- The crowd's wonderful, isn't it?

- Yeah.

I guess the good-luck locket's

really working.

Danny, could I have it back now?

I mean, just so that maybe

I could win the crown tonight.

Well, Ginger, I forgot to tell you,

but I lost it on the road.

- Hi there.

- Hi.

Hello, Gramp.

Well, what do you think of it all?

Well, I kind of lost track

of the whole thing miles back.

- Isn't it nice? Danny, you really...

- Ginger.

Would you care to dance with Ginger?

Go ahead. It's fine.

- Well, Danny...

- Have fun. Dance.

- Would you like to get some air?

- I'd love to.

Danny. Danny Churchill.

Wait a minute, that's you.

Why, they're calling you.

- Well, go on up.

- Danny.

Oh, Danny.

- Danny.

- Attention, please.

And now,

the high point of our little jamboree.

Mr. Danny Churchill will crown

the most attractive...

...the most popular,

the most everything girl...

...Queen of the Rodeo.

You're about to see a man buried alive.

Ladies and gent...

Ladies and gentlemen.

I want to thank you all

for coming here tonight.

Especially the ladies.

There's nothing

that I'd rather do than this.

Thank you, Tom.

Looks a little nervous, doesn't he?

- He's a study.

- Yeah.

In suicide.

There have been so many sensational

girls here tonight...

...that it's been quite a problem.

But it had to be done, anyhow.

And I thought

that the voting was so close...

...that you should meet the two girls...

...who came down the stretch together.

The delightful and talented...

...and lovely, Miss Ginger Gray.

And now the gracious...

...and lovely daughter of the governor...

...Miss Nancy Tait.

I mean Miss Marjorie Tait.

And now...

...for the queen.

It's with great pleasure...

...and honor...

...on behalf of Cody College...

oh, I can't look at this.

...to award the crown to...

...Miss Marjorie Tait.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

I'm very happy...

Lost it on the road?

What's she doing, hitchhiking?

- Ginger, I can explain everything.

- Danny, wait, the crown.

There.

Where do you want me to ship the body?

Ginger, listen to me.

Remember what I told you

about moving the rock.

I wouldn't believe you

if you moved a mountain.

Ginger.

Miss Ginger.

Oh, Miss Ginger, you can't do that.

That's for kids.

Oh, Rags, I feel so miserable.

Oh, Miss Ginger...

...you know I've known you

since you were that high...

...and I saw you fall off horses

and get run over...

...but, gee, I never saw you cry.

- You know what I came out here for?

- What?

You remember one day

you told me that...

Well, if ever I felt lonesome...

...that you'd sing me a song

just for me?

Well, I feel lonesome.

Old man sunshine, listen you

Never tell me dreams come true

Just try it

And I'll start a riot

Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare

Ever tell me he will care

I'm certain it's the final curtain

I never want to hear

From any cheerful

Pollyannas

Who tell you

Fate supplies a mate

It's all bananas

They're writing songs

Of love

But not for me

A lucky star's above

But not for me

With love to lead the way

I've found more skies of gray

Than any Russian play

Could guarantee

I was a fool

To fall

And get that way

Heigh-ho alas

And also lacka-day

Although I can't dismiss

The memory

Of his kiss

I guess

He's not

For

Me

Rags, what's the matter?

I feel so much better now.

Oh, Rags, don't cry.

Ginger.

Ginger.

Who's going away?

I am.

Where?

Back East with Polly.

Back East?

Why?

Lots of reasons.

When?

Pretty soon.

Ginger.

Ginger, look at me.

I'm looking.

I'm sorry.

You're not looking at me now.

I'm really sorry about your grandfather

and the school...

...and about your not winning the crown.

You're not angry with me really,

are you?

No.

And you know that I'm really sorry?

Yes.

Will you...?

Will you write to me?

No.

Why not?

Because I won't have anything to write.

I will, though.

- You will?

- Yeah, lots of things.

About how I fell in love with you...

...under an old transmission...

...and how I felt

like cutting off my right arm...

...after I gave that other girl the crown.

Oh, I... I don't care about that.

You're not looking at me.

Ginger.

Wait. I want to tell you about the locket.

- I don't wanna hear about it.

- Well, here it is.

Why, I don't want it.

- I don't even wanna touch it.

- Take it, please?

Every time I'll look at it, I'll hate

myself for the rest of my life.

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