Hello Frisco, Hello Page #2
- Year:
- 1943
- 99 min
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- They didn't mean it.
Gee, you were happy to be with him
when everything was going all right.
- But as soon as we hit thebumps,
# Some other to win #
Why, Johnny's smarter
than Sharkey or any of'em.
And someday he'll be right up on top,
and he'll take us along with him.
This is no time to throw cold water on him.
He needs us as much as we need him.
What we ought to do now is
give him a pat on the back.
That's all you've been doing is
giving him a pat on the back.
- What do you get from him? The cold shoulder.
- No, it isn't.
I understand Johnny. He's trying to get
ahead. He has his mind on other things.
That's right. It sure isn't on you.
If he didn't need you for his act...
you may as well be
painted on the backdrop.
Honey, she's absolutely right.
You don't need the guy.
You can get your old job back
at the Tivoli in a minute.
Well, I don't want it. I'd rather stick
with him. And you two are all wrong.
It isn't me. It's Johnny's showmanship
that puts us over.
And if I'm willing and satisfied
to believe in him, why can't you?
Oh, gee. Okay, honey. If that's
the way you feel about it, we'll stick.
But remember, I'm doing it just for you.
And that goes for her too.
- Not a very big night tonight, is it, pop?
- Heaven will provide.
We need everyone's help, brother.
Have you got a city license to use
the streets and take up collections?
Oh, sure.
They'd have run me out of town
long before now if it hadn't been for that.
Heaven's gonna provide
for both of us, pop.
# Back and forward in the saddle
on a horse #
#That is syncopated gaited #
#And there's such a funny meter to
the roar of his repeater How they run #
#When they hear that fella's gun
because the western folks all know #
# He's a highfalutin, scootin', shootin'
son of a gun from Arizona #
# He always sings
- We gotta stop this.
- # Back and forward in the saddle #
# On a horse
that is syncopated gaited #
# Such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run #
- # When they hear that fella's gun #
- Hey, O'Riley.
# He's a highfalutin, scootin', shootin'
son of a gun from Arizona #
- # Oh, you cowboy #
- # Captivatin' #
- # Fascinatin' #
- # Syncopatin' cowboy #
Come on.
Come on. We want more.
Here, here. Break this up.
What do you think you're doin'?
What do you mean by putting on
a public show on the streets?
- Come down off that wagon.
- Take 'em in, O'Riley. Pinch 'em.
If you do, O'Riley,
you're as good as broke.
Every cent we collect here
goes to the O'Farrell Street Mission.
Go on. Tell him, pop.
Show him our license.
There it is. Would you interfere
with a work of charity?
Would you bring righteous
wrath down on your head?
Brother, remember, you're doing it
in the sight of heaven.
I ask your pardon, sir. I didn't have a right
understanding of what was going on.
- What do you mean, Sharkey, by
bothering these good people? - Well, I-
Have you no respect for religion?
Get back to your gin mill.
Get along.
I got everyone but you and Sharkey.
You better kick in.
Okay. 500, if you'll
stay away from my place.
- You got a deal.
- This ain't decent, it ain't. It ain't decent.
# By the mill #
#Where they made
sweet cider #
# I made sweet love to you #
# For one kiss #
#The sweetest I knew #
# On the hill #
# From the old town chapel #
#Would chime #
#When you were mine ##
- Come on. Everybody sing!
You're the last holdout on Pacific Street.
We all had to kick through.
- Give him his 500 bucks, Lou.
- Hey, Sharkey.
I'm gonna make you
a very special offer.
To the other boys it was 500,
but to you it's a thousand.
- Get out of here. Get out of here!
- Take it easy.
Okay. It's jake with me.
I'll see you in the poorhouse.
Wait a minute, Johnny.
He'll kick in. Listen.
He's got you licked sure
as my name's Foghorn Ryan.
Hey, Lou.
Get the thousand.
"John Cornell, proprietor. " Now,
that doesn't sound like the Barbary Coast.
Aren't they usually Mulligans or Hooligans
or Sweeneys that run these places?
That's his name,
and he's a remarkable fellow in a way.
- In a way?
- Pulled himself up by his own banjo strings.
That's right. Started out playing his banjo...
doing a song and dance
on an Oakland ferry...
- for whatever the passengers tossed in his cap.
- Really?
Well, quite a place.
Three cheers for Mr. Cornell. From ragtime
to riches by way of the Oakland ferry.
Just a starter.
His real ambition is to climb Nob Hill.
Oh, don't tell me. From the Barbary Coast
to Nob Hill isn't a climb. It's a career.
Not forJohnny Cornell.
It wouldn't even faze him.
He has plenty of ambition
and brains to back him up.
And if nerve helps,
he'll get there with bells on.
Oh, Ned, come on.
That's too much.
Good evening.
#You've just seen the Texas Tommy
# Now we're gonna show you one
that's absolutely new #
# Now out in San Francisco
where the weather's fair #
#They have a dance out there
they call the Grizzly Bear #
#All your other lovin' dances
don't compare #
# Not so coony
but a little more than spoony #
#Talk about your bears
#They couldn't class with what
old San Francisco's got #
# Listen, my honey, do
and I will show to you #
#The dance
of the Grizzly Bear #
# Hug up close to your baby #
#Throw your shoulders
toward the ceiling #
# Lordy, Lordy
What a feeling #
# Snug up close to your baby #
# Close your eyes
and do some nappin' #
# Something nice
# Hug up close
to your baby #
# Sway me everywhere #
# Show your darling beau
just how you go to Buffalo #
- # Oh #
# Hug up close to your baby #
#Throw your shoulders
toward the ceiling #
# Lordy, Lordy
What a feeling #
# Snug up close to your baby #
# Close your eyes
and do some nappin' #
- # Something nice is going to happen #
- # Hug up close to your baby #
# Sway me everywhere #
# Show your darling beau
just how you go to Buffalo #
# Doin' the Grizzly Bear #
# So, hug up close
to your baby #
# Sway me everywhere #
# Show your darling beau
just how you go to Buffalo #
# Do, do, do, do
Doing the Grizzly Bear #
# The Grizzly Bear
The Grizzly Bear, The Grizzly Bear #
# I said the Grizzly Bear ##
- Honey, you were wonderful.
- Oh, thanks.
- Listen to 'em out there.
- Looks like we did it.
- You were all great.
- Oh, the place is packed.
They're standing
three deep in the bar.
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