Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #8

- 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 menace to innocent women!

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!

Come on along and listen to

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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