Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #8
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- 1935
- 95 min
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- Yes, the Third.
I'm Haggarty of the Boston Daily Express.
- That's an evening paper, isn't it?
- Sure, but...
I'm not interested in evening papers.
I read the morning paper.
Do you know Scofield, Winthrop,
Green and Hazen, the law firm?
I know a Mr. Hazen, but he's a contractor.
He built the biggest fish market
in Cincinnati.
- How are you?
- Yeah, but we got a hot tip.
Now, I understand this law firm is gonna
pack a heavy breach of promise suit...
against you, for a Miss Betty Hawes.
What about it?
- Why, I never even heard of her.
- Why, Mosley Thorpe.
She was your stenographer. I smell a rat.
No rat, just some letters,
then I got my hair cut...
went out and got a shave.
As I understand it, you're going to claim...
that you were dictating a song.
But she's going to prove
that you asked her to marry you...
or words to that effect.
- Now, if you'll come clean...
- It's a conspiracy!
I'm an innocent bystander, a victim.
I've heard enough!
You contemptible coward.
Engaged to my daughter and lollygagging
around with a public stenographer.
Can I be blamed because I can't typewrite,
and must dictate?
- So you were dictating, were you?
- Yes, I was...
You were working, were you?
- Let's grab this thing, quick.
- You wolf in sheep's clothing!
If I ever find you near my daughter
again I'll have you arrested.
Writing about snuff, were you?
You viper!
Let it go.
- Thanks a lot, Mr. Thorpe.
- Yeah.
- We'll see you on the front page.
- Yeah.
- Give me my money.
- Why, I don't understand you.
No more lies, Mr. Thorpe.
I very foolishly entrusted $7,500 to you.
Will you give it back to me
or shall I charge you with grand larceny?
And if one dollar is missing,
I shall send for the police.
- Why, Mrs. P, do you question my honor?
- There is your receipt.
Now I am getting angry.
A joke is a joke, but when my honor...
And speaking of honor reminds me,
I have a real man in the family.
I shall have Humbolt
give you a good thrashing.
Don't forget I used to be pretty good
with the gloves myself. See?
I shall forbid Humbolt to use gloves
when he thrashes you.
Humbolt, if you have a spark of manhood
in you, here's your chance to prove it.
What's up, Mom?
Mosley Thorpe has been revealed
in his true colors.
He's trifling with your sister's affections.
- No.
- Yes!
And I want Humbolt to thrash him
within an inch of his miserable life.
- With pleasure.
- That's my boy speaking.
- But I've got to finish the show first.
- Well, immediately afterwards then.
- After that I'm going on my honeymoon.
- Honeymoon?
Did I hear you say "honeymoon"?
Yes, Mother, I was married yesterday.
Meet the missis.
I'll go mad!
Yes, don't worry, Mother.
I'll take care of Mosley.
Come on, put them up.
I'll lick 10 men like you. I'm not afraid
of you or your whole family. Put them up.
- Were you talking to me?
- What?
Hello, how are you?
Here he is, boys!
Mr. Thorpe! Just a minute, Mr. Thorpe!
How about a statement here?
What about this
breach of promise case, Mr. Thorpe?
You gonna marry Miss Hawes or pay off?
Did you write your love letters in rhyme?
What do you think of Casanova as a lover?
I'm through with love.
I'm through with love forever. Forever!
Go get him, boys.
He stole all the soap boxes in the hotel.
What a story!
The lullaby of Broadway
The hip-hooray and ballyhoo
The lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of the subway train
The rattle of the taxis
The daffodils who entertain
At Angelo's and Maxie's
When a Broadway baby says good night
It's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight
Until the dawn
Good night, baby
Good night
Milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight
Let's call it a day
Come on along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway
The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo
The lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town
And everyone goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby around
Till everything gets hazy
Hush-a-bye
I'll buy you this and that
You hear a daddy saying
And baby goes home to her flat
To sleep all day
Good night, baby
Good night
Milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight
Let's call it a day
Listen to
The lullaby
Of old Broadway
Good night, baby
Good night
Milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight
I'll call it a day
A table for two
A lady divine
A rhapsody blue
A bottle of wine
Then you'll listen to a siren's song
Come and shuffle along
Come and dance
My sweetie may not let me
Come and dance
Why don't you come and get me?
Come and dance
The band is gonna go to town
Come on and let's go crazy
We'll turn the whole town upside down
Till everything gets hazy
Come along with us and dodge the sun
Until the early morning
We've got to get in all our fun
Before the dawn
Look out, baby
Look out
Baby, come and play
Watch out, baby
Watch out
While we swing and sway
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway
Come along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway
The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo
The lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town
And every one goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby around
Till everything gets hazy
Hush-a-bye
I'll buy you this and that
You hear a daddy saying
And baby goes home to her flat
To sleep all day
Good night, baby
Good night
Milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight
Let's call it a day
Listen to the lullaby
Of old Broadway
- Everyone's after my money.
- I'm all ready, darling.
You won't get one penny
of my money, young man.
Neither will my daughter.
I'll leave everything to the milk fund.
That's splendid. I'll think of you
every time I drink a milkshake.
- You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
- I haven't got time. I'm too happy.
- Well, good luck, Mother.
- Good luck?
You marrying a penniless adventurer.
Humbolt already married.
My dividend's cut.
Mosley a cad. And that fearful
scenery man threatening to sue me.
A fortune lost in that show.
That awful, dreadful show.
That's been the cause of all my troubles.
- Chin up, Ma. It might be worse.
- It couldn't possibly be.
- Yes, you might marry Nicoleff.
- Go away, I can't see anyone.
Wait, please do not go!
Something important!
- Honored madam.
- Will you stop biting my fingers?
This has been the most pleasant
engagement of my career.
May I present to you
a tiny token of my esteem?
Well, what is it?
A priceless solid silver fruit dish,
given to me by the Grand Duke Alexis...
after seeing my production of
Midsummer Night's Dream...
- with an all-Eskimo cast.
- Well, thank you very much.
Hello. What?
Wait a minute. I'll ask her.
It's the hotel jewelry store. Mr. Nicoleff
just bought a silver fruit dish...
and charged it to your account,
and the jeweler wants to know...
if it's all right.
I beg your pardon, madam, a luncheon
engagement with Max Reinhardt.
You wretch! You scoundrel!
And that'll cost you $500
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