Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #6

Honey, the set-up's all wrong. I haven't...

Well, I haven't the right

to love you the way I do.

Now, don't tell me

you're frightened over...

such an unimportant thing

as Mother's money.

No, it isn't that. It's...

Well, then what are you so upset about?

My agreement with your mother.

Looks like I'm going to break it again.

Shall I help you?

Hello. Little worried about your new job?

Arline, I hardly know how to say this...

but I'm afraid I've done you

a pretty dirty trick.

Old Devil Conscience

knocking at your door?

I guess that's it.

- You and I have been...

- Don't fret about me, dear.

Well, we're engaged and...

And I've decided that

we're not cut out for each other.

That it would be better for us both

if we end up just pals.

Arline, you're not doing this

just to help me out?

Don't be so conceited, you mug.

Maybe I've met someone I like better.

You deserve the finest man in the world.

Till he comes along, I'll take a rich one.

- Here's wishing you all the best.

- Many happy returns.

After I say that line, what do I do?

You kiss me.

Yeah, it says so right there

in black and white.

Well, as long as it's in black and white.

- Is that right?

- Swell.

- Go to the head of the class.

- Ann Prentiss!

It's all right, Mother, we're just

rehearsing our parts for the show.

They are the only two who seem to grasp

the principles of acting.

Yes, well, it didn't look like acting to me.

- Mrs. Prentiss...

- Of course it was, Mother.

Why, you don't think

we'd do that in public, do you?

Well, I don't know, I'm sure.

You've changed so much lately.

Mr. Nicoleff, I rely on you...

to see that my daughter

does not rehearse too much.

Gee, thanks a lot, Nicky.

What you doing?

Looking for some more

black and white kisses.

Please, everybody!

Take your position for the dagger dance!

Take the first position

for the dagger dance!

Everybody, quickly!

You remember the first position?

Commence.

Wait! Wait! Do not commence.

Where is Mr. Prentiss?

Please! Who does not understand English?

Where is Mr. Humbolt Prentiss?

Yes, yes, absolutely.

Do you really?

Double crisscross my heart

and hope to die.

- Mr. Prentiss.

- I'm here.

Well, that's just it.

You are here when you should be there!

- We need you to rehearse.

- Can't rehearse. I lost my dagger.

Don't you draw a knife on me.

This is serious business, Mr. Prentiss.

Come on.

Stick around, stick around.

Mr. Prentiss, take your position!

Now rehearse!

More tempo this time. Commence.

Isn't that a peach of a tune? So barbaric.

Did I have lunch today?

Yes?

Mosley.

I'm in the middle of

a very important chapter.

Mosley, I think that you're neglecting Ann.

If you take more of an interest in my show

then you could see her every day.

But I am interested in your show, Mrs. P.

No, I mean more of an active interest.

Didn't you write the lyrics

for your class show at college?

Just a mere whim and a fancy of youth.

Well, I just found out that rehearsals

can be very, very important.

Now, why don't you write a song for us?

Then you can come

to rehearsals every day.

Perhaps I might. My brain is

a little foggy from too much thinking.

Well, you see,

writing a song would help relax you.

Now get along with it.

I'll dash it off in a few moments. Most of

my big hits were done just like that.

- Excellent, Mosley. I'm counting on you.

- Yes.

Birds in the trees.

- You look so cute doing that.

- I bet you say that to all the boys.

No, you look much better

than any of the others.

I could do this lots better,

but I'm frightened.

He's got me scared to death

with that meat ax he carries.

You!

Writing a song is

a rather amusing diversion.

- Yes, from snuff.

- Yes, snuff.

Snuff is not to be sneezed at.

Did you hear what I did?

I made a joke of it.

Snuff is not to be sneezed at.

Mr. Thorpe, you're such a wit.

Yeah, I do say

rather clever things occasionally.

- Yes.

- Now, about this song...

shall we write something new

and something dashing?

Let's not. Let's write a beautiful love song.

A love song...

How do you get such good ideas?

I'm inspired by being with you.

- Call the girl Betty after me.

- Betty. Betty.

Yes, that's very good. Betty, Betty...

my darling, Betty. Yes.

- Now what rhymes with Betty?

- Spaghetti.

Spaghetti.

No, that's not the proper mood

for a love song.

Well, it might do for an Italian love song.

Yes, it might at that, yes.

My darling, spaghetti... Betty.

So. Gracefully, like a swan.

The very quintessence of grace.

Like a swan.

A swan. Not like a geese!

Like a swan!

Hasn't anybody here ever seen a swan?

Well?

We have swans

on our estate just outside of Philadelphia.

- Like that?

- Yes.

That is a Philadelphia swan.

Come, quickly.

Everybody, on your feet.

From the beginning.

Commence!

There you are, Mr. Thorpe.

There's the lyric for your new song.

- I'm certainly proud of you.

- Well, I'm rather proud of it myself.

Listen to it.

"Love is all that matters after all, dear.

"Nothing else, dear. Nothing else but you."

Very good. Very good.

"Just a kiss, a squeeze, a sigh,

and you, dear.

"Tell me that you'll marry me, please do."

It gets better as it goes along.

Very, very good.

"Let me put the ring

upon your finger, Betty.

"You and I will be one instead of"...

Well, what became of the spaghetti

I had in here?

- You took it out.

- Did I? Yes, I guess I did.

"My heart melts

as your sweet kisses linger.

"Nothing matters, dear.

Nothing but love and you."

It's wonderful. It's wonderful.

It's one of the best things ever I wrote,

if I do say so myself.

It's simply marvelous. You know,

it keeps running through my head.

They say that's always the way

you can tell a good song.

Songs used to keep running through

my head until I had my sinus operation.

I wonder if you'd autograph a copy to me.

I've quite a collection

of famous autographs.

Sure. My uncle used to collect autographs.

Those and field mice. Yeah.

There you are.

I'll never forget you for this, Mr. Thorpe.

Good heavens, 4:
30! What day is it?

- Thursday.

- Thursday?

I usually have my hair cut on Wednesday.

I've lost a day.

What's the matter with me?

Will there be anything else today,

Mr. Thorpe?

No, that's all today.

We'll continue with the snuff

first thing in the morning.

Got to get my hair cut.

Mosley, darling.

A haircut's not all you're going to get.

I'm in the money

The skies are sunny

I'll get a lot of what it takes to get along

Oh, yes. There you are.

And, Mr. Hubbard,

I'm sure you'll enjoy the show.

Mrs. Wood, right in the center.

Everything's right in the center.

Oh, $50, I can't change that.

- Lf you think I'm going to spend $50...

- Well, I shall look you up...

right after the show.

Remember, everything's

in the sacred cause of milk.

Next, please.

What did I tell you? It's a sellout.

- The name of Nicoleff still draws them in.

- At $25 a throw.

Looks like baby's all set

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