Gold Diggers of 1937 Page #7

Good girl.

That's the boy.

With your physique,

you should have been a prizefighter.

Oh, Mr. Hobart.

I can't find anyone to dance with me.

That is, I mean anyone

that I would like to dance with.

Would you like to dance with me?

Oh, would you really?

Would I?

Darned if life don't begin at 59.

Knock, knock.

- Who's there?

- Remember me?

Oh, yes. You're the guy what brung me.

And a very successful guy too.

Everything's all set.

J.J. Is feeling fine.

I'll get my commission tomorrow and end up

by being one of the wealthy class.

It's probably time

I thought about getting married.

Somewhere before

I've heard that speech.

Oh, but I mean it. With my check,

we could start right out with a dining set.

With a bit of straining,

we could get a radio.

And then, if J.J. Lives a while,

we could get a bedroom set...

We better dance.

- Norma?

- Yes.

I meant that crack about getting married.

I'm terribly in love with you.

- How do people act at a time like this?

- I don't know.

I'm not an old hand at it, myself.

We could get married but there are things

we should talk over first.

- Like for instance, what?

- Like for instance, are we really in love?

We'll find that out soon enough.

- Just let's...

- Let's what?

Let's put our heads together

Is it love or is it weather?

How are we to know so soon

With so much April

And with so much moon?

Wise old moon

Laughing at romancers

He perhaps knows all the answers

Let's put our heads together

For with our heads together

We'll know the answers too

Let's, oh, let's...

Let's what?

- Put our heads together.

- Oh.

Look, Morty, do you suppose that's love?

Must be the weather.

How are we to know so soon

With so much April

And with so much moon?

Wise old moon

He's laughing at romancers

He perhaps knows all the answers

Let's put our heads together

For with our heads together

We'll know the answer

Let's put our heads together

Is it love or is it weather?

How are we to know so soon

With so much April

And with so much moon?

Wise old moon

He's laughing at romancers

He perhaps knows all the answers

Let's put our heads together

For with our heads together

They'll know the answers too

Speakin' of the weather

Speakin' of the weather

Speakin' of the weather

It isn't the humidity

It's you

Come donner, come blitzen

Come pitter or pat

What in thunder is thunder

Compared to my heart

When it beats like that

Speakin' of the weather

Speakin' of the thunder

Speakin' of the lightning

It's frightening, dear

What your eyes can do

Let the heavens crash, zoom and swirl

Let it flash

Boy meets girl

Oh, good old weather

Ain't it lovely weather?

And, incidentally, I love you

Let the heavens crash, zoom and swirl

Let it flash, boy meets girl

Speakin' of the weather

Good old weather

Ain't it lovely weather?

And incidentally

- I love you

- I love you

Look.

How do you feel?

Oh, I'm hot. I'm burning up.

You'd better come into the house, J.J.

Right this way. Here, right this way.

You just probably got yourself

a little bit overheated.

All right. There you go.

- Help.

- Help.

Not so loud.

- Help.

- Help.

Help!

Help! Help!

- It's J.J.

Help me!

Help. Help.

- J.J., J.J., I'll save you.

Help.

Hold on, J.J., hold on.

I'll save you, J.J., I'll save you.

I'll save you, J.J.

Nice work, Rosmer, nice work.

- Take it easy.

- Hold my hand. Over this way.

Boop, come in here

and earn your 10 percent.

- Come in, earn your 10 percent.

- To the rescue.

All right. Come on, J.J.

Give me your hand.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy, J.J. All right, take it easy.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Somebody pushed me.

Take it easy.

Are you all right, J. J? Are you all right?

Are you all right?

Oh, young man,

I wanna thank you for saving my life.

You're a hero. I won't forget it.

That's all right, J.J. That's all right.

- But are you all right, Mr. Hobart?

- Yes. No.

I don't know.

But I tell you, somebody pushed me.

Now, J.J., listen, that's impossible.

- Hugo and I were right behind you.

Why, yes.

That's right.

You could have seen anybody...

Certainly.

- Come right into the house, J.J.

- Right over here.

Careful, boys, careful.

Any other man in the world at his age...

...would've come out of that pool

a walking case of pneumonia.

But not J.J.

He took it like a medicinal bath.

He's been in there all day

with Peek and that other guy.

- What do you suppose they're doing?

- How should I know?

Come on, young man.

Give me some opposition.

What's that?

It sounds like something in J.J.'s office.

Come on,

maybe something's happened to him.

Oh, hello, boys.

- I must say...

- Say, how does it stand now, Rossie?

Eighteen to six. How are you, fellas?

Look, J.J., there are several matters

that are very important.

You can talk to my new general manager

about them later.

- Your new...

- General manager?

- That's me.

- You mean Peek?

Run along now, we're busy.

Go on, go on.

A couple of sissies.

J.J., I wanna thank you

for what you have done for me.

Forget it, young man, I like you.

I'm through with this game.

Need something strenuous.

I know. Let's wrestle.

But, now, J.J. Now, wait.

Wait. Careful, careful.

I'd like to bust that guy, Peek,

right in the nose.

You know, if he keeps this up,

he'll have J.J. In short pants.

What do you mean? He is in short pants.

Well, we'll have him in diapers next

if we don't do something about it.

Now what are they doing?

Now they are playing leapfrog.

Well, if my brother-in-law

had handled this...

Oh, drat your brother-in-law.

We've got to find a way

to make J.J. Old again.

As old as time so that his teeth fall out

and his hands shake.

Hello.

Yes.

Send her in.

Listen, what makes a man crack up?

- Oh, trouble? Relations?

- No.

Mr. Hugo, I give you Genevieve.

There he is.

- Now, you know what to do, don't you?

- Yes.

Well, if she doesn't,

she's changed a lot in the last few days.

Oh, it's so hard to be good

under the capitalistic system.

I beg your pardon.

Oh, not at all.

I remember you.

Why, you're Mr. Hobart, aren't you?

And you're the whirling dervish.

Yes. Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know this was your place.

You will forgive me, won't you?

Well, I think I might.

Do you mind if I sit down? I'm so tired.

I've been walking so long.

Walking?

Oh, it's so hard being a debutante.

Oh, you're one of those?

Yes. And you know what debutantes do?

No. What?

Well, going around seeing people

about all sorts of worthy causes.

Of course,

I don't mind the going around part.

That gives me something to do

and since Mother...

Oh, what is it, tag day?

Oh, yes.

Yes. And I can't do it, I really can't.

You know, some of the girls

have gone over their quota three times.

But I just can't do a thing like that

unless I really like the man.

Oh, of course. Huh?

Well, it's all right for Mrs. Quimby,

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