Hello, Dolly! Page #3

you to return the fee I gave you for that.

- Speaking of money...

- Oh, no. How much?

Well, I left my money in the handbag I took

to the cleaner's just before it burned down.

your handsome head about a thing.

Just keep all your thoughts

on that lovely Irene Molloy.

It takes a woman to quietly plan

To take him and change him

to her kind of man

And to gently lead him

where fortune can find him

And not let him know

That the power behind him

Was that dainty woman

That fragile woman

That sweetheart

That mistress

That wife

(Dolly hums)

Da, da, da, da

Da, da, da

(sighs) If he had any taste at all,

he'd have the shutters done over in green.

Mm, forest-green shutters.

- (Ermengarde) What are you doing?

- (Ambrose) Hurry!

- My uncle...

- He just left.

Now quick! We're running away.

- Running away?

- Hurry, before the train gets here!

- Train?

- To New York, to get married.

- We're going to elope.

- Elope? That's such an awful word.

- Oh, Ermengarde.

- My, what a romantic scene.

Oh, Mrs. Levi, please explain to Ambrose.

I wanna marry him, but not elope.

- This doesn't concern Mrs. Levi.

- Everything concerns Dolly Levi.

- Don't listen to her. I know why you're here.

- To help. Love needs all the help it can get.

- Wait a minute. Listen to me.

- There's no time.

Can we climb in? I feel

an updraught in my underpants.

- Oh, Mrs. Levi!

- This is no way to elope.

If you follow my suggestions,

not only will he let you marry

but he'll dance at your wedding.

And not alone, either.

Mr. Kemper, can you dance?

- Dance? I'm an artist, Mrs. Levi. I paint.

- No problem.

- "Mrs. Levi. Painters taught how to dance."

- Here's what we'll do.

- I'm going to take you to New York.

- See? I told you.

You will stay close by. Tonight you will

take her to dinner at the Harmonia Gardens.

There's this man, Rudolph Reisenweber.

He knows me well.

We'll enter you in the polka contest.

The prize is a gold cup and

some money, and you'll win it.

- Oh, the cups we won, my husband and I.

- Now, wait a minute.

I'm surprised you have

acquaintances in a place like that.

Not acquaintances, Ermengarde. Friends.

Dear friends from days gone by.

My late husband, Ephraim Levi, believed

in life, any place you could find it,

wherever there were people,

all kinds of people.

And every Friday night,

even when times were bad,

every Friday night, like clockwork,

down those stairs of the Harmonia

Gardens we came, Ephraim and I.

Not acquaintances, Ermengarde. Friends.

It's all very well for you,

but you're suggesting that we...

Mr. Kemper, do you or do you not wish to

show Horace that you mean business?

Yes!

All right, then. Go to the Harmonia

Gardens and say that Mrs. Levi sent you.

And, oh... yes, well, tell Rudolph...

Tell Rudolph that Dolly's coming back.

Dolly's coming back?

And I want a table for two

and a chicken for eight o'clock.

Mr. Vandergelder will learn of your triumph

and everything will work out beautifully.

- But how, Mrs. Levi? How?

- How?

Oh.

get an evening free.

When am I gonna begin to live?

Barnaby? How much money have you got?

- H uh?

- I mean, that you can get your hands on?

- About three dollars. Why?

- Barnaby, you and I are going to New York.

Cornelius, we can't. Close the store?

We'll have to, cos some rotten cans

of chicken mash are going to explode.

Holy cabooses! How do you know?

Because I'll light some candles under them.

They'll make such a stink that customers

won't be able to come in for 24 hours.

That'll get us an evening free. We are going

to New York and we are gonna live.

We're gonna have a good meal,

be in danger, get almost arrested.

- And we're gonna spend all our money.

- Holy cabooses!

And one more thing.

We are not coming back to Yonkers

until we've each kissed a girl.

Cornelius, you can't do that.

You don't know any girls.

I'm 28. I gotta begin sometime.

I'm only 19.

With me it's not so urgent.

May I make a suggestion, gentlemen?

Mrs. Levi.

- I just couldn't help hearing.

- We'll be fired.

- We were only talking.

- Mr. Hackl, Mr. Tucker,

there is nothing that makes me happier

than the thought of two fine young men

enjoying the company of two lovely ladies.

- What ladies? Where?

- In New York, Mr. Hackl,

to which, unless my ears

play me tricks, you are bound.

Now, there's this millinery shop

run by a charming woman.

- "Irene Molloy"?

- And her attractive assistant, Minnie Fay.

And now that you've noted

the address, I have only this to say.

Two o'clock in the afternoon there

is the ideal time for friendly conversation.

Definitely no later than 2. 30.

And if you ever say that

this was my suggestion,

well, I should denounce you both

for the terrible liars that you are.

- A millinery shop.

- Women who work!

- Adventure, Barnaby.

- I'm scared.

- Living, Barnaby.

- I'm scared.

- Will ya come, Barnaby?

- Yes, Cornelius! Yes!

The lights of Broadway! Elevated trains!

The stuffed whale at Barnum's museum!

Stuffed whale! Wow!

Women who work! Wow!

All clear up here, Cornelius!

You gonna light 'em all?

Cornelius, look out! That bottom row,

they're swelled up

like they're ready to burst!

- Holy cabooses! What a smell!

- Let's get dressed, Barnaby.

We're going to New York!

Out there

There's a world outside of Yonkers

Way out there beyond

this hick town, Barnaby

There's a slick town, Barnaby

Out there

Full of shine and full of sparkle

Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby

Listen, Barnaby

(explosions)

Put on your Sunday clothes,

there's lots of world out there

Get out the brilliantine and dime cigars

We're gonna find adventure

in the evening air

Girls in white in a perfumed night

Where the lights are bright as the stars

Put on your Sunday clothes,

we're gonna ride through town

In one of those new horse-drawn open cars

We'll see the shows at Delmonico's

And we'll close the town in a whirl

And we won't come home

until we've kissed a girl

Put on your Sunday clothes

when you feel down and out

Strut down the street

and have your picture took

Dressed like a dream

your spirits seem to turn about

That Sunday shine is a certain sign

That you feel as fine as you look

Beneath your parasol

the world is all a smile

That makes you feel brand-new

down to your toes

Get out your feathers, your patent leathers

Your beads and buckles and bows

For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday

No Monday in your Sunday

No Monday in your Sunday clothes

Put on your Sunday clothes

when you feel down and out

Strut down the street

and have your picture took

Dressed like a dream

your spirits seem to turn about

That Sunday shine is a certain sign

That you feel as fine as you look

Beneath your parasol

the world is all a smile

That makes you feel brand-new

down to your toes

Get out your feathers, your patent leathers

Your beads and buckles and bows

For there's no blue Monday

in your Sunday clothes

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