Gold Diggers of 1937 Page #8

Mrs. Sage Quimby to tell us how to do it.

But after all, all she has to do is tell us.

Exactly. Huh?

You see, the last time we had tag day...

...Mrs. Quimby got the idea

of having a kissing booth in the bazaar.

Then she thought

that if we girls went out in public...

...and did what the girls did

in the booth...

...we'd sell more tags, you see?

She made me promise

and, oh, I just can't do it.

No, that's all right.

I'll buy a tag and you...

You don't have to kiss me

unless you want to.

Oh, but I promised Mrs. Quimby.

Well, that does complicate things,

doesn't it?

You don't like this kissing business,

and Mrs. Quimby says you have to, huh?

Oh, I didn't say I didn't like it.

Oh, no. No.

I just said that I couldn't do

a thing like that unless I meant it.

I'm sorry but that's the way I am.

Oh, but I mustn't take up

any more of your time.

No, no, no, sit down.

I'd like to straighten things out.

Now, suppose instead of you kissing me,

I kiss you on the hand, say?

Or on the cheek, maybe, huh?

And then you could tell

Mrs. What's-her-name...

...that everything's all right.

Oh, how much are the tags?

Five dollars. Six for 25.

I'll take six.

There you are.

Now then.

What's the matter?

I've never been kissed like that

in all my life.

Well.

Oh, I think I could kiss you and mean it.

Yes.

Yes, I'm going to do

what Mrs. Quimby told me.

She's breaking my heart,

but she's reaching her quota.

Good morning, afternoon, everybody.

All right. Hold it, everybody, hold it.

Hello, boys.

- Everything all ready?

Why, certainly.

I declare, if it isn't nice

Mr. Wethered and Mr. Hugo too.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Yes, to be sure.

Mr. Hugo and Mr. Wethered.

How do you do?

- A pleasure.

- Likewise.

Miss Larkin's got some great ideas

for the show.

Oh, is that so?

Yeah. Oh, by the way, I want you

to double Sally and Irene's salary.

Now, listen here, J. J...

Fix Miss Larkin up

with an expense account.

Huh?

- Mr. Hobart.

- Yeah?

Gentlemen outside wanna see you.

One is your general manager.

Excuse me a minute, will you, folks?

I'll be right back.

- Morris.

Yes?

Break for 15 minutes.

Just a moment, Miss Larkin.

Now, if you will just step this way...

...we'll take up that little matter

of the expense account.

Good act, Gen.

I beg your pardon?

You can let your hair down,

and you could call me Morty too.

I really couldn't do that.

- Hey, what is this?

- I don't like your tone either, Mr. Hugo.

Cut out the act, Gen.

We want to know,

have you been seeing J.J. Regularly?

That's a very personal question.

Well, we've got a right to be personal.

Who picked you for this job?

- Job?

- We made an agreement.

You were supposed to run J.J. Ragged.

How can you even think of such a thing?

J.J. Is one of the finest men

I've ever known...

...and I wouldn't do the least little thing

to hurt him, not the least little bit.

Are you double-crossing us?

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves...

...after all the nice things

he's going to do for you too.

- For us?

- For us?

Yes. Yes, he's thinking of transferring you

both to the Pittsburg Theatres.

Gen, I don't know what you're up to...

...but if you don't go through with this,

I'm gonna tell J.J. The whole story.

The whole story?

Oh, no. No, I don't think so.

You wouldn't want J.J. To think

you weren't loyal to him, would you?

And dear Mr. Wethered, you will remember

about that expense account, won't you?

Double-crossed by a fan dancer.

Come in, boys, come in.

Now, make yourself right at home.

Them is kind words, Mr. Hobart.

I've got a lot of swell ideas for the show.

Yeah? Well, we'll talk about those later.

Now I have something on my mind.

- Do you know where Genevieve is?

- She went to her dressing room.

Thanks. Excuse me, boys.

Okay.

Hey, Boop, what's the first thing

a general manager does?

Well, if you don't know,

I'm not gonna tell you.

You mind if I sit down?

Of course not, darling.

I've been wondering

what's been keeping you.

Sort of miss you when you're not around,

and I wanted to have a talk with you.

Jackie, you're an old darling.

You know, when I met you,

I think I fell into something.

You certainly did. The swimming pool.

No, I don't mean that.

But there's something about you I like.

I don't know what it is...

...but I get a great kick

out of doing things for you.

I want you to know that I appreciate

everything you do for me too, Jackie.

You know, Gen, all the years

when I didn't have anybody...

...this theater has been my only home.

I guess I was lonely.

I didn't know it.

I'd grown into a cross,

cranky old dum-dum.

Then you came along.

You done me a lot of good, Gen.

You made me think about a lot of things

I never thought of before.

And I haven't been lonely.

Now I'm grateful to you, Gen.

Oh, you shouldn't be grateful to me, J.J.

Oh, yes, I should.

You made me feel young all over again.

And I'm going on,

and do bigger things for your sake.

J.J., you're crazy.

No, I'm really serious.

And I mean it all decently, Gen.

Yes, I know you do.

That's just the trouble.

Why?

Well, you make me

so ashamed of myself.

J.J., I'm not what I pretended to be.

I know that. You didn't fool me any

about being a debutante and all that.

But that doesn't matter.

What really does matter

is I've grown terribly fond of you.

Oh, J.J., you're an old darling

that everybody's taking advantage of.

Who's taking advantage of me?

Those precious partners of yours,

Wethered and Hugo.

- Why do you think they had you insured?

- My responsibilities, my family of 50 million.

Your family, my foot.

They insured you

because you'd fold up...

...and they could collect the policy

and save their skins.

They sicced me on you

to wear you down.

That's the kind of partners

you've been good to...

...and the kind of a girl

you've been grateful to.

But why? Why did they do this?

Because they're broke.

They played with the firm's money.

They haven't enough left

to put on the show.

The last dime they had, they put

on the premium of your insurance policy.

You mean I'm broke?

Yes, J.J. Oh, I'm sorry, honestly.

After I got to know you,

I liked you so much.

I tried to tell you,

but I just couldn't get it out.

I'm broke.

J.J.

J.J.

Oh, J.J.

Help. Help.

Help. Help.

- What's happened?

- J.J.'s had a stroke.

- Where is he?

- Oh, come quick in here.

J.J.

- J.J.

- Come on, crowd around, girls.

Don't give him any air.

Oh, J.J., what's the matter?

J.J. Boop, get a doctor.

Get an ambulance. Hurry, hurry.

All right, stand back.

All right.

How did it happen?

Genevieve told him he was broke.

Well, why didn't we think of that?

- You may come in now.

- Thank you.

Just the four of you,

and don't stay too long.

- Yes, thank you.

- Oh, J.J., darling.

- How do you feel?

- Terrible.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, now, please, Gen. Please don't.

It isn't your fault.

Don't worry.

We're with you, broke or not.

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