Hello, Dolly! Page #4

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 bowler brim

the world's a simple song

A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose

Get out your slickers

Your flannel knickers

Your red suspenders and hose

For there's no blue Monday

In your Sunday

No blue Monday

In your Sunday clothes

Ermengarde, keep smiling.

No man wants a little ninny.

Ambrose, do a turn, let me see.

Mr. Hackl, Mr. Tucker,

don't forget Irene and Minnie,

just forget you ever heard a word from me.

All aboard! All aboard!

All aboard!

Put on your Sunday clothes,

there's lots of world out there

Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes

We're gonna find adventure

in the evening air

To town we'll trot to a smoky spot

Where the girls are hot as a fuse

Put on your silk high hat

and at the turned-up cuff

We'll wear a handmade

grey suede buttoned glove

You're gonna take New York by storm

We'll join the Astors at Tony Pastor's

And this I'm positive of

That we won't come home

No, we won't come home

No, we won't come home

until we fall in love

Do get done with that, Minnie. The men

are eyeing us for the wrong reason.

- A banana a day keeps the doctor away.

- An apple a day.

Do doctors slip on apple peels?

- How are you, Miss Molloy?

- If I felt any better I'd be indecent.

- You are in a mood today.

- I certainly am.

Not that it's any of my business...

Oh, but is it because...? I mean...

I don't mind that you never finish lunch,

but I mind that you never finish sentences.

Well, what I meant was,

are you really going to?

Silly girl, say it. Am I going to

marry Horace Vandergelder?

Yes, I'm seriously

considering it, if he asks me.

Oh, I'd rather die on the rack than

ask you such a personal question,

but why would you?

Because he's rich, that's why. He can rescue

me from the millinery business. I hate hats.

- Hate hats?

- A good afternoon to you, Officer Gogarty.

And the rest of the day to you, Miss Molloy.

Ah, Minnie, why is it that all the attractive

men in New York are married?

Blarney, Miss Molloy! Blarney!

Come on now, get going, all of you.

(Irene and Minnie laugh)

- Oh, the way you talk!

- It's natural to talk about men.

- I mean, what you said about hating hats.

- Particularly the women who buy them.

- You don't mean that.

- Oh, yes, I do, Minnie Fay.

All lady milliners are suspected

of being wicked women.

Half the time those dowagers who come in,

come in merely to stare and wonder.

Oh, how dare they!

And if they were sure,

they'd not set foot in the shop again.

- Well, good riddance. Who needs them?

- We do, unfortunately.

So, do I go out to restaurants?

No, it would be bad for business.

Do I go to balls or theatres or operas?

No, it would be bad for business.

The only men I ever meet are the feather

merchants who come to sell me things.

Minnie, I'm tired of being suspected of being

a wicked woman with

nothing to show for it.

Miss Molloy!

Why does everybody

have adventures but me?

- Adventures?

- Because I have no spirit, no gumption.

Either I marry Horace Vandergelder

or I'm gonna burn this shop down,

break out like a fire engine

and find myself some excitement.

The things you're saying today.

They're just awful.

Oh, aren't they, though?

And I'm enjoying every word of it.

What's this? A return from

Miss Mortimer again?

Same old story. She wants cherries

and feathers. To catch a beau, I suppose.

If you ask me, she'd do better

with a heavy veil.

I told her ribbons down the back

is the thing to catch a gentleman's eye.

But she'd have none of it.

Minnie, make another hat

for Miss Mortimer.

I'm wearing this one myself.

- Oh, but you can't.

- Why not?

Oh, because it's... it's provocative.

That's why not.

Well, who knows that "provocative"

isn't just what I might wanna be today.

I'll be wearing ribbons down my back

This summer

Blue and green and

streaming in the yellow sky

So if someone special comes my way

This summer

He might notice me

Passing by

And so I'll try to make it easier to find me

In the stillness of July

Because a breeze might stir

a rainbow up behind me

That might happen to catch

The gentleman's eye

And he might smile

and take me by the hand

This summer

Making me recall how lovely love can be

And so I will proudly wear

Ribbons down my back

Shining in my hair

That he might notice me

Miss Molloy, you don't love

Horace Vandergelder, do you?

- Of course I don't love him.

- Then how can you... I mean...?

Minnie, look. There are two men

staring at the shop.

- Men?

- Uh-huh. Aren't they delicious?

You don't think...?

Yes, I do believe

they mean to come in here.

- Men in the shop? What'll we do?

- Why, flirt with them, of course.

- I'll give you the short one.

- You're terrible.

We'll heat them up and drop them cold.

Good practice for married life.

- Let's pretty ourselves up a bit.

- If you say "vamp", I'll scream.

- Vamp!

- Agh!

I must say, I like the tall one.

Adventure, Barnaby.

We can still catch the train back to Yonkers.

I feel dizzy.

Or go see the stuffed whale at the museum.

Women, Barnaby.

Stuffed women!

There's no one here. We can leave.

I'd never forgive myself. Agh!

Are you sure this is an adventure,

Cornelius?

You don't have to ask. When you're

in one, you'll know it all right.

- How much money is left?

- 40 cents for the train,

Well, when they come out,

we'll pretend we're rich.

- That way we won't have to spend a thing.

- Why not say that Mrs. Levi sent us?

No, we're not supposed to

ever say that. Shh!

We're two men about town

looking for hats for ladies.

What ladies?

"Good afternoon, ma'am.

Wonderful weather we're having."

"How do you do, ma'am?

And how are your hats?"

"Charmed to make your acquaintance.

Lovely place you have here."

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- Cornelius Hackl here.

- Barnaby Tucker here.

Irene Molloy here.

I'm very happy to meet you.

Is there anything I can do for you?

See, we're two ladies about town

lookin' for hats to Molloy...

We're hats, you see, and wondered if we

could buy a lady or two to Molloy with for...

We want a hat. Well, for a lady, of course.

And everyone said to go to

Miss Molloy's cos she's so pretty.

I mean her hats are so pretty.

And what sort of hat

would Mrs. Hackl be liking?

Oh, no, Miss Molloy, there is no Mrs. Hackl.

Yes, there is. Your mother.

She didn't mean that.

- Did you, Miss Molloy?

- Now, this lady friend of yours,

couldn't she come in with you

someday and choose the hat herself?

Impossible. There is no lady friend.

But I thought you said that

you were coming here to choose...

- I mean, she's Barnaby's.

- Huh? What?

Yes, but she lives in Yonkers and she said

to pick out something reasonable.

- Under a dollar.

- Don't be silly, Barnaby.

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