Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #4

Calm, but indignant.

Why? Why do you write me such letters?

Why do you insult a man of my caliber?

That's no reason to be insulted

just because I ask you to pay...

a week in advance.

You, a common hotel manager, asks me...

Nicolai Nicoleff,

to pay a hotel bill in advance!

We are both men of the world. You know

I know you never paid a bill in your life.

I leave. I pack. Not one more minute

will I spend in this fourth-rate hotel!

If you'll just be calm, we might arrange

something about your bill.

What did you say about the bill?

I would like to remain.

This place is very good for my liver.

Mr. Nicoleff, you have a great reputation

as a theatrical producer.

I am the greatest theatrical producer

of the past 500 years.

Continue.

Mrs. Matilda Prentiss just arrived,

you know, the widow of H.P. Prentiss...

the flypaper king.

Blatantly, vulgarly rich.

Disgustingly rich, and she puts on

a musical show here every season.

A benefit for the milk fund.

I don't like milk.

It occurred to me that on my

recommendation she might engage you...

as director of the show.

My dear friend, if she combed

the entire world with a fine-tooth comb...

she could never find such a director.

Well, of course, this job wouldn't be

high art, not what you're used to.

Popular stuff, you know.

Who are we to laugh at popular music?

It is the very heartbeat of America.

She'd probably pay $2,500

for your services.

$2,500?

That is no laughing matter.

My liver could spend several weeks

in the sea air.

And I'd be sure you would be able to pay

your hotel bill when you wanted to leave.

I accept. Not for the money...

but for the great ideal, popular art!

And anything over

the $2,500 I could get you...

we split between us.

What?

That is dishonest! But I do it.

Mrs. Prentiss...

Mr. Schultz is the greatest scenery

and costume designer in the world.

Yeah, that I admit.

Well, he looks expensive.

Now leave that to me.

Nicoleff takes care of everything

and wastes nothing.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

If he says it, I wouldn't even trouble

to argue about it.

Well, that's very comforting to hear,

because last year...

the costumes and scenery cost me $218...

but that won't happen again.

- Only $218...

- Yes.

Why, my dear Mrs. Prentiss,

that's chickens' food.

You can't put on

a Punch and Judy show for $218.

Now, don't worry about the costs.

Everything will be small and cheap.

Well, I'm glad we all understand that.

Now the time has come

when I got to say something.

Yes, you are right, only I will say it.

Well, you're both too hard to understand.

That is because he talks with accent.

My friend speaks very bad English,

that's the trouble.

You must excuse it.

You'll pardon me, gentlemen,

but that's the telephone.

And remember,

everything is to be small and cheap.

Say, I got no more time to waste

with this hummingbird.

Small, cheap scenery I don't build.

You brought me up here

on a wild duck hunt.

No, now listen.

Forget everything that she told you.

Nicoleff will need a gigantic, tremendous

production with exquisite costumes.

We are willing to spend money like water.

We! You're willing to spend her money,

but is she?

Nicoleff can take care of everything,

including her.

Now, wait a minute. This time remember,

I got to get my money.

- Lf I don't...

- Well, when did I never pay you?

The same time

you never paid everybody else.

Now why drag personalities

into this thing?

I don't want to drag in any personals,

but paying when my work is done...

that's something I got to know about.

Now remember, my commission is

20% of everything we take her for.

- Remember.

- I forgot it already.

Fifteen percent is the best you get.

You crook!

Is there no honor among people?

Nineteen percent,

or Nicoleff buys from somebody else.

Seventeen and a half percent

is my last word.

Oh, isn't it awful! Isn't it tragic!

- What is tragic?

- I'm dying! I can't stand it!

- Somebody is dead?

- Oh, worse than that!

My bankers just phoned me

that the Honeywell Rubber Company...

has reduced its dividend

from 60 cents to 40 cents...

and I have the misfortune

to own a million shares!

That's terrible.

Look, you got my sympathy.

I almost wish I owned them

instead of you.

- Now, don't...

- Oh, don't do that!

Let me see. $6,438,000.

Oh! My income has been reduced a third.

I must cut my expenses to the bone...

to the very bone.

Gentlemen, the show is off.

I can't afford it.

Madam, with those few words,

you have broken my heart.

I don't feel so good myself.

This is a darling boat.

Mr. Lamson lets me use it

whenever I want.

He does?

You know, I like going to the village

much better this way than by car.

All right. We'll always go this way.

- Did you like the movie?

- Very much.

Swell, we'll go again.

They change the bill next Thursday night.

- How about it?

- I'd love to.

- Don't tell me that's a radio.

- All the comforts of home.

Does it play or is it just along for the ride?

Well, it plays if it's in the mood.

- It's in the mood.

- Nice tune.

Everything's sort of nice tonight.

- I wish we didn't have to go straight home.

- Why do we?

Well, it's 9:
30 and your mother will worry.

Well, that's all right. Mother's never

really happy unless she's worrying.

Suppose we dare stop and look

at the stars for a couple of minutes?

I can't think of a better way

to spend a couple of minutes.

Okay, we'll stop.

Just look at all those stars.

Millions of them. So clear and lovely.

Dick, I feel poetic.

Now that you've mentioned it...

I've been feeling a little poetic

the last few days myself.

Since when?

- Do you want to know the truth?

- Of course I do.

Well...

since you and I got to know each other.

That's the sweetest thing

anyone's ever said to me.

Twilight comes swinging

Out of the skies

Night winds are singing

Their lullabies

Music brings romance

That's what it's played for

That's what the night

Is made for

In my song of love

The moon above makes the music

The words are in my heart

My lips may be afraid

To serenade you tonight

But the words are in my heart

Roses red

In rhythm are swaying

And like my heart

They're tenderly saying

My dear, I love you so

And even though I can't say it

The words are in my heart

I like that song.

You're not saying that

just to be polite, are you?

Of course not. You know...

that's the first time anyone's

ever sung to me like that before.

Well, it won't be the last time.

"The words are in my heart."

Oh, if that were only true.

Well, it could be, perhaps.

Perhaps?

- Well, then you're not sure.

- Are you, Dick?

My dear, I love you so

And even though I can't say it

The words are in my heart

At the sound of the chime...

it will be exactly three seconds

before 10.00.

Ten o'clock? Your mother will fire me.

If she does, she'll have to fire me, too.

We better go home.

Hold on. Here we go.

$20,482,000 at 6%.

Waste more money on charity shows

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