Gold Diggers of 1933

Gone are my blues

and gone are my tears

I've got good news

to shout in your ears

The long lost dollar has come

back to the fold

With silver you can turn

your dreams to gold

We're in the money

We're in the money

We've got a lot of what it takes

to get along!

We're in the money

The sky is sunny

Old man depression you are through

You done us wrong!

We never see a headline

'bout a breadline today

And when we see the landlord

we can look that guy right in the eye

We're in the money

Come on, my honey

Let's lend it, spend it

send it rolling around

We're in the money

I say, we're in the money

We've got a lot of what it takes

to get along!

We're in the money

Look up, the skies are sunny

Old man depression you are through

You done us wrong!

We never see a headline

'bout a breadline today

And when we see the landlord

we can look that guy right in the eye

We're in the money

Come on, my honey

Let's lend it, spend it

send it rolling around

We're in the money

Come on, my honey

Let's lend it, spend it

send it rolling around

- Hey, who are you?

- You'll find out.

Come on, boys.

Might as well begin right here.

Get out of here.

Hey, you, go take them clothes off.

Go on. Come on, you punk, get out of here.

Come on,

get these music racks out of here.

Wait a minute. What is this?

- Well, who are you?

- I'm Barney Hopkins...

- producer of this show.

- Oh, yeah?

It's tough luck, brother.

I'm from the sheriff's office.

Legal attachment to collect for the credit.

- Corpus delicti, or seize the body.

- What, again?

- Don't you dare.

- Don't worry, sis, this will look nice...

in the sheriff's office.

- What's the excitement?

- It means they close the show, dumbbell.

Give me that costume.

- I beg your pardon.

- Well, we've got to take it back, actress.

Well, that's as far back as it goes.

Sorry, miss, they got to have that top.

- You can at least give me car fare.

- What for?

This is our dress rehearsal.

We got a great show.

It opens tomorrow night.

You can't do this to me

just because I don't pay a few bills.

- When the show opens, I will pay up.

- Tell it to the sheriff.

This is the fourth show in two months

that I've been in of and out of.

They close before they open.

The Depression, dearie.

I can remember

when that alarm clock used to ring.

Those good old days

when you had to get up.

Come on, let's get up and look for work.

I hate starving in bed.

- Name me a better place to starve.

- Your stomach.

Let's get up and get dressed.

I thought we might try the flea circus.

Maybe they got something for us there.

- What can we get at a flea circus?

- Fleas.

- You can get those here.

- All right. Come on, let's get up.

One, two, three.

- How about some nourishment?

- Yeah, what's on the menu, Trixie?

We'll see what the neighbors have to offer.

- You guys cut the bread and set the table.

- Have we any bread?

Yeah, have we any table?

What neighbors?

I can remember not so long ago

a penthouse on Park Avenue.

With a real tree, and flowers,

and a fountain, and a French maid.

And a warm bath with salt from Yardley's.

And a little dress that Schiaparelli ran up.

And a snappy roadster,

and a ride through the park.

Now stealing milk.

That's all right.

The dairy company stole it from a cow.

Just about a year ago this time,

I was on my way to Havana.

The birds were singing

and the sky was blue.

And I said to the big mug in the next pew,

"I need $200, big boy."

And he said, "In my pants pocket."

You know, I reached over and I took $500

out of his back pants pocket just like that.

And all I got left are his pajamas,

and I'm a milk snatcher.

Guess we got to give it back.

Maybe it's the piano remover.

- Fay!

- Who'd you think it was, the wolf?

If it was, we'd eat it.

Why the blue spectacles, grandma?

So the landlady won't recognize me.

I'm obligated to her

for a little item called rent.

If you've come to make a touch,

the bank has folded.

Your millions are safe, Trixie.

I came to tell you gals good news.

Barney's putting on a new show.

- Barney?

- Barney Hopkins?

- Rehearsals start in two weeks.

- He must have found an angel.

Come on, let's go over and find out.

That's right. As soon as the mob finds out,

they'll all be after him.

- Come on, let's hurry.

- We can't all go.

We haven't got enough decent clothing

left to wrap around one of us.

Yeah, and if one doesn't look modish

with Barney, it's thumbs down.

Let's see if we can scare up enough...

to make at least one of us look,

as you say, modish.

- Who's to go?

- Let's match for it.

- Taxis.

- Yellow.

- Checkered.

- Red top.

Black and white.

- Checkered!

- Checkered!

- Carol wins.

- Gee.

I look much better in clothes

than any of you.

- Lf Barney could see me in clothes...

- He wouldn't recognize you.

Say, what happened

to your lovely mink coat?

Uncle's got it. Uncle's got everything.

We've even hocked our inlays.

Honey, you'll have to give me

my stockings back.

- Sure, there they are.

- Fay?

You got to give Carol that dress.

Don't, I'e got to go back to the drugstore.

We'll give you something good enough

for a drugstore.

I know, but the dress belongs to them.

I'm a hostess there.

- Stand still.

- So am I a hostess.

I've got to entertain Barney

with the idea of putting us to work.

Don't forget to stand in the light, Carol,

when you're talking to Barney.

They certainly know what they're doing...

when they dress

their hostesses in that drugstore.

- Well, you don't look bad.

- Now, take these papers...

get through the enemy's lines,

and ride like blazes.

- Taxi fare.

- Lots of luck, Carol.

Thanks.

Here we go, laughing and wondering.

Say, watch yourself in the clinches.

Don't forget that dress...

belongs to the drugstore.

I'd like to meet that druggist.

Now, the best comedian on Broadway

will proceed to make beds.

Well, I'm going to get a glass of milk.

In the shadows

let me come and sing to you

Let me dream a song that I can bring

To you

Take me in your arms

and let me cling to you

Let me linger long

Let me live my song

In the winter, let me bring the spring

To you

Let me feel that I mean everything

To you

Love's old song

Will be new

In the shadows, when I come and sing

To you

Dear

In the shadows

When I come and sing

To you

You can't turn these sheets anymore.

They've only got two sides.

Polly, will you quit mooning over

that good-for-nothing songwriter again?

- Now where's that going to get you?

- He's wonderful, Trixie.

- Honey, he's a songwriter.

- So is Irving Berlin.

- What's wrong about being a songwriter?

- How long have you known him?

Two weeks?

What do you know about him?

I knew everything I wanted to know

the minute I met him.

- Maybe it's Carol.

- Oh.

Hello.

It's true, it's really true.

He's putting on a show.

It's true. Barney's putting on a show.

We're coming right up to the apartment.

Be there in 10 minutes.

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