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If this is capacity tonight, can you imagine what's

gonna happen when we really get started?

We're playing to the best people in town. You

see who was out there? A bunch from Nob Hill.

You oughta be more careful

who you let in the place.

That's all right.

That's the crowd I'm after, the carriage trade.

They're the kind of people

I want to patronize us.

That's about all it amounts to, Johnny.

They're patronizing us.

Brother, your social register's the Police Gazette.

They won't give you a tumble.

No?

Well, Bernice, don't you think we've had

about enough slumming?

There won't be another show for an hour.

You've seen everything.

- I've seen everything except, uh-

- Except what?

What I really came to see-

the remarkableJohn Cornell.

Uh-oh. Get the check.

She's off again.

- What's this?

- White Seal.

'87. Compliments of Mr. Cornell.

Well! Now I know

I'll have to meet him.

Waiter, would you ask Mr. Cornell

to come to our table, please?

Yeah, sure. Uh, yes, ma'am.

Here, bub.

You pour it.

"Here, bub. You pour it. "

That'll give you an example

of what to expect from the proprietor.

He'll probably draw up a chair

and offer you a cigar.

Good evening. I'm John Cornell.

Is everything all right?

Oh, uh, please let me thank you

for the wine, Mr. Cornell.

My pleasure, Miss Croft.

Oh? Am I discovered?

Why, everyone knows

Miss Bernice Croft...

especially if they've seen her drive

her carriage through Golden Gate Park.

Thank you.

Won't you join us?

I'd- I'd like you to meet Ned Clark,

Phil MacRae and Dick Greenwood.

Uh, don't get up, gentlemen.

I only have a moment.

I have to see that things

are kept going.

I think your

entertainment's marvelous.

I'll probably spend the next week...

snapping whalebone in my corsets

trying to do the Grizzly Bear.

Well, I'm sure if you watched the entertainers

you'd pick it up in no time.

Oh, but you don't know

how frightfully dense I can be.

Oh, and persistent.

Yes, I am, when I want to

learn something.

- Well, I could have Miss Beulah Clancy-

- Oh, dear, no.

Dancing with another girl

would remind me of boarding school.

I prefer the headmaster.

Well, I could-

I'm giving a party at my home

next Sunday night.

Won't you come

and bring your friends?

Well, thanks. I'd like to.

Now, if you'll excuse me, please.

Bernice, I washed

my hands of you entirely.

- What are we waiting for? Let's dance.

- Well, hello.

- I'm so glad you came, Mr. Cornell.

- Good evening, Miss Croft.

- I want you to meet Miss Evans-

- How do you do?

- Miss Clancy-

- How do you do?

- Mr. Daley.

- How do you do? Miss Croft, this is a highlight in my career.

And when you really want to get

this party rolling, just give us the high sign.

Would you let me present you

to some of my friends first?

My Aunt Harriet and Colonel Weatherby.

Miss Evans and Mr. Cornell.

- How do you do?

- Miss Clancy and Mr. Daley.

Why, Colonel, what beautiful medals.

- Thank you. Civil War, my dear.

- Oh, that's a long story.

Well, I'd love to hear all about it.

Well, I'd be very glad

to tell you...

but I'm afraid that Harriet

has heard it so often that, uh-

Well, that's exactly what I figured.

You will excuse us, won't you?

Come along, Colonel.

Some of the more conservative ones

leave early. Then we'll have some fun.

- My encore, Bernice.

- Oh, Ned.

Ned, I'll give you the best of a bargain.

You recall Miss Evans?

- How do you do?

- Hello.

- And Mr. Cornell?

- Hello.

- Nice to see you.

- Ned's a marvelous dancer. You don't know what I'm giving up.

I think I do. But I'll try

to be as unselfish as you are.

I did a bit of pirating, didn't I?

Now don't tell me getting you in here

all to myself has been wasted.

Oh, I appreciate it.

I'd like to see everything

in your house.

This is the kind of room

I'd like to have myself someday.

It was my father's study.

He was something of an art patron.

Yes, I know.

Edouard de Reske, Nellie Melba,

Adelina Patti.

All autographed to your father.

You know, he must have been a big man...

building that opera house, bringing all those

great artists to San Francisco.

Oh, exhibitionism, I expect,

to prove how little he thought of money.

I see. And is that why

you carry on?

No. It eases my social conscience...

makes up for

the shocking things I do.

I still think it's pretty fine. I don't know

of a better way you could spend your money.

Well, I'm- I'm glad that you approve

of something about me.

Aida. Original manuscript.

"Produced at the San Francisco

Opera House, 1882."

You never gamble, do you?

- Not with women.

- Not very flattering.

Why?

I'll tell you why.

It's only a 50-cent hack ride

from here to the Barbary Coast...

but it takes a million dollars

to come back up...

if you want to stay.

Well, it would be nice

having you for a neighbor.

Oh. Just a minute.

You wanted me to kiss you,

didn't you?

Mr. Cornell, you're priceless.

- For worlds, I wouldn't have missed knowing you.

-

Hey, Johnny. Oh, excuse me.

The folks are waiting for Trudy to sing,

and you'll have to do her music.

- That is, if you can spare him.

- To Miss Evans? Why, of course.

For a song.

Thank you- too much.

Perhaps that was

a fortunate interruption.

We might have become

much too well acquainted.

Maybe we will- the next time

we see each other.

You all set?

I'll give Trudy an introduction.

Never mind. We're leaving.

Come on, honey.

- Hello.

- Be right with you.

- They just brought in the take,

and I'm checking it over.

I don't know how you

keep your mind on it.

Every time I come into this room,

since you've had it fixed over...

well, I kind of feel that the butler

should bring in my card.

- Yeah.

- And if I didn't know that we was on Pacific Street...

I would swear

that we was up on Nob Hill.

Why don't you pipe down

and let me work?

What's this? "Dance Land: $1,846.35."

Whoo! That ain't bad.

- It'll do.

- That'll do?

Brother, you sure got chummy

with money in a hurry, didn't ya?

I can remember the time

when you retired on that kind of dough.

Yeah. So can I.

"Silver Palm Ballroom: $2,100.50."

Johnny! How are you, my boy?

Uh-oh! Here he comes!

Lock up the dough, quick.

Johnny!

You struck it rich.

- Hey, you. Come on. Get out of here, or I'll call a cop.

- How are you, Sam?

Oh, that's what I came to tell you, Johnny.

This time I got it. Gold!

We'll be rolling in it!

Why, it'll be raining down like a cloudburst.

- I got my hands right on it.

- No, you ain't.

Johnny, I found a new bonanza-

an El Dorado, a Comstock-

and no one knows about it but me.

- All I need-

- Is another little grubstake.

Well, Johnny, I was gonna

work up to that gradual.

Just take your time.

The answer's no anyway.

What happened to the last one?

Johnny, I swear I never

could figure that out.

It just wasn't there.

Oh, this one's different.

Why, I wouldn't even need a pick.

There's nuggets laying there like rocks on a creek

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