Going My Way Page #9

He's grabbed off the Metropolitan

Opera House with the full orchestra...

conducted by this fellow Tommaso...

whatever his name is. The star,

Genevieve Linden and a choir of 30 voices.

All this fuss to put over a song

written by a pal of his.

And they're waiting right now

for us at the Met.

MAN:
At the Metropolitan?

MAX:
Can you imagine such a thing?

[Orchestra playing]

[Singing] This road leads to Rainbowville

going my way?

Up ahead is Bluebird Hill

going my way?

Just pack a basket full of wishes

and off you start

With Sunday morning

in your heart

Round the bend you'll see a sign

"Dreamer's Highway"

Happiness is down the line

going my way?

The smiles you gather

will look well

on you

Oh, I hope you're

going my way

too

[Boys singing] Round the bend

you'll see a sign

"Dreamer's Highway"

Happiness is down the line

going my way?

The smiles you gather

will look well

on you

Oh, I hope you're

going my way

too

That's very good. Wonderful.

MAX:
You sang it great.

JENNY:
Thank you.

- That's a pretty good song you got there.

- Thank you.

- I guess you ought to know.

- You bet he does.

They say he's the sharpest little man

in town.

- I'm embarrassed.

- You mean to talk business? The money?

Don't let that embarrass you. We love it.

What I wanted to say is that,

although it's great...

it's just as I told you, Father.

It's too good for us. It's way over our head.

You see, it's not just the type of song

that a guy would...

Pardon me, Father, that a gentleman...

would croon to his babe,

if you know what I mean.

It doesn't say enough. It hasn't got that...

Well, it's just not for me.

I think you ought to try it out on someone

who publishes higher class stuff.

Thanks.

Well, I guess we'd better

get back to the office.

You know, Father, I could be wrong.

- I hope I am. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, we tried.

You sang it beautifully, Jenny.

Boys, you did fine.

O'MALLEY:
Not one mistake.

BOYS:
Thank you, Father.

If that isn't good,

I'll go into the real estate business.

I was going to ask you

and the boys to sing a little more...

but maybe you don't feel like it now.

They sing divinely,

and they look like Botticelli's angels.

Maybe a little something?

- What do you think they'd like to hear?

- The Mule.

- The Mule.

- The Mule?

- Yeah.

- Is that all right with you?

[All singing]

[Singing] Would you like to swing on a star

Carry moonbeams home in a jar

And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a mule

A mule is an animal with long funny ears

He kicks up at anything he hears

His back is brawny but his brain is weak

He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak

And by the way, if you hate to go to school

You may grow up to be a mule

[Boys singing] Or would you like to

swing on a star

Carry moonbeams home in a jar

And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a pig

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face

His shoes are a terrible disgrace

He has no manners when he eats his food

He's fat and lazy and extremely rude

But if you don't care a feather or a fig

You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star

Carry moonbeams home in a jar

And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a fish

A fish won't do anything,

but swim in a brook

He can't write his name or read a book

To fool the people is his only thought

Yeah, but even though he's slippery,

he still gets caught

But then if that sort of life is what you wish

You may grow up to be a fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo

Every day you meet quite a few

So you see it's all up to you

You can be better than you are

You could be swingin' on a star

- Is that your song, Father?

- Yes.

Well, we'll take a flier on that.

Did you hear that, Timmy?

[Laughing excitedly]

O'DOWD:
You're a grand lad.

I knew your name wasn't Dolan for nothing.

Fellas, if you'll come to St. Dominic's...

- tomorrow morning at 10:30.

- Church?

Max, a day in church

isn't gonna hurt you that much.

Be there, and bring the cash with you.

Father O'Malley will tell you

how he wants it paid.

An old man, dear friend of Father O'Malley's

is involved in this: Father Fitzgibbon.

It would make Father O'Malley very happy

if you fellas would just do this his way.

- Church?

- Church.

FITZGIBBON:
As you know,

I've been here for 45 years.

Forty-six in October.

And during that time...

I've always asked you to be generous,

which you have.

And now I have to ask you again.

You all know how I feel about St. Dominic's.

Well, we're in dire financial stress.

So give what you can.

And I know that whatever you give...

whether it's large or small,

the good Lord will bless you for it.

In the name of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

[Choir singing]

Very gratifying.

And the Bishop thought I couldn't preach.

Thought I had a mouthful of clover.

I wish he'd been here.

Father, now that you're practically

wallowing in wealth...

do you suppose I could have a half a dollar?

What for?

Father O'Dowd and I thought, with

your permission, we'd play golf tomorrow.

I need a new golf ball.

If I lose it, I'll swear off. I'll quit.

Take 50 cents. No.

Take it out of the ladies' sodality.

They never keep any books.

You suppose I could buy

Father O'Dowd one, too?

- Must we?

- I can get two nice repaints for 50 cents.

Give him 50 cents.

- You ought to come along with us.

- You don't have to play.

Just go around.

- The fresh air will do you good.

- You can be our kibitzer.

- Your what?

- Kibitzer.

- What's a kibitzer?

- A sort of over-the-shoulder quarterback.

- Will you come?

- A little fresh air might do me good.

- We'll get a ball for you, too.

- Of course.

FITZGIBBON:
Plenty of mushrooms

around here.

FITZGIBBON:
Where did that go?

O'MALLEY:
Right there.

FITZGIBBON:
Now, let me understand.

If you get the ball in the hole...

- in less hits than Father O'Dowd...

- I win.

FITZGIBBON:
So you've got to count

the number of blows?

That's right, Father. Step aside.

He's gonna play now. Careful.

How many did you have? Three?

FITZGIBBON:
How many?

That's remarkable.

- Can you do that every time?

- I've been known to miss, Father.

A strong crosswind or something.

- Here, give me a holt of that.

- You wanna try it?

Wait, I'll throw a ball in there for you.

There you are.

Keep your head down now, Father.

Watch your language.

Father, you holed out.

Not bad for a beginner.

- You've played before.

- No, believe me.

That's the first time

I ever had a caddy in me hand.

Well, you better play and I'll watch then.

[O 'Dowd humming]

[Fitzgibbon humming]

[O'Malley humming]

I guess I better be going.

Let that be a lesson to you, Father.

Don't trust anyone.

[Laughs]

- What an extraordinary person.

- Isn't he?

FITZGIBBON:
Well, I'll sleep well

tonight, anyway.

Think it must be that golf.

Shades of me childhood.

You know, I feel 10 years younger.

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