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who'll make it 25? Who'll give me the 25?

- Twenty-five.

- 225.

- 230.

- $230. Bid 30, gentlemen. $230. Make it 35.

- Thirty-five.

- 235 and going at 40, 40, 40, 40.

- 240.

- $240. Who'll say 250?

- 250.

- $250. $250, ladies and gentlemen...

for this beautiful, original

Sbastian rard concert harp.

- Who'll say 300?

- 255.

Come, come, come, ladies and gentlemen.

This bidding is ridiculous.

There isn't another Sbastian rard instrument

to be had this side of New York or Europe.

- Who'll make it-

- 350.

- 350.

- Are you loco?

What do you want that harp for?

Why, you'll break off all your fingernails.

So, I want it. There's a lot of other things

around here I want too.

$350.

Is that all I'm bid for

a beautiful instrument like this?

All right.

350 once, 350 twice.

Sold to Mr. John Cornell.

You're hooked. When you die, where

you're going, you won't need that thing.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, an exclusive

item from the Croft musical offering.

A collection of opera scores

as produced at the Croft Opera House...

and I'm sure they require

no further recommendations.

- Now what am I offered?

- $3,000.

Thank you, Mr. Cornell.

$3,000.

Who'll make it 3,500?

3,500. 3,500.

- 3,500?

- Just a moment.

There must be some mistake.

The opera scores are not for sale.

But, Miss Croft,

they're offered in the inventory.

I said they were not for sale.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Cornell. I shall

have to ask you to withdraw your bid.

Boy, are you lucky.

Stay here and bid on

the paintings and bric-a-brac for me.

Bric-a-what?

Well, that's a little more like it...

coming from a guy whose

old man used to be a hod carrier.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, what am I

offered for this fine Theobald Boehm instrument?

- Fifty bucks.

- Fifty dollars...

from the stout gentleman with the diamond

stickpin for this fine Bavarian flute.

Flute? Me?

I'm bidding on a flute?

- Why did you do that?

- The scores are not for sale.

Meaning they're not

for sale to me...

because I'm from the other side of the tracks

and wouldn't appreciate them.

No. On the contrary,

I think you're one of the very few people...

who would appreciate them and understand

what they meant to my father.

Then why did you stop my bid?

Because some things are beyond

mere monetary value.

But I'll make you a present of them.

They'll be delivered with

the other things you've purchased.

But you can't afford to do that.

I'll give you 5,000 for 'em- 10,000.

You said once it was only a 50-cent hack fare

up here from the Barbary Coast...

but it took

a million dollars to stay.

Well, you've just about

made your million.

- I haven't made that much.

- You will someday.

But there's one thing

you must learn...

and that's to accept a gift

with merely a simple "thank you. "

The scores are yours.

- Thank you.

- You're quite welcome.

And now, perhaps that I'll no longer be able

to be patron to the San Francisco Opera...

they may find a new impresario

in Mr. John Cornell.

I'm afraid that would be

a little bit over my head.

Oh, I'm sure nothing would be over

your head that you set your mind to.

You have a way of saying

things that-

That what?

I'll have to say this my way.

Suppose I set my mind on you.

I'd be flattered,

but for the present I have other plans.

I'm taking whatever I have left...

and shaking the dust of San Francisco

from my worn-out sandals.

You see, John?

In some ways we're very much alike.

We both have an inordinate

amount of pride, and I-

Well, I just couldn't remain here

and have my friends feeling sorry for me.

Those are the kind of friends

you'd be better off without.

I'm not that kind.

Well, I'm glad of that.

I might be glad to

take advantage of it sometime.

But if I do come back to San Francisco,

it'll be to everything I've always had.

So once again, John...

for worlds, I wouldn't have

missed knowing you.

Good-bye.

Don't say that.

Then au revoir.

That's better.

That harp is driving me bugs!

I thought she was out shoppin'.

What did Johnny want with

that disappointed zither?

He was gonna build a number around it,

but he hasn't gotten to it yet.

A number, eh?

And I know the number.

It's that enamel-puss

society wench up on Nob Hill.

And if I didn't hit it

right in the nose...

why did he buy up

nearly everything she auctioned off?

And now he's trying to

buy the house too.

- Well, that's Johnny's affair.

- You said it.

Aw, honey, you ain't kiddin' nobody.

You're dead gone on Johnny,

but you don't do nothin' about it.

Well, I can't very well

throw myself at him.

Well, you could throw

something at him.

I know if he was my man and I wanted him,

I'd go after him hallelujah and high water.

- Trudy, better get dressed. You got five minutes.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm your man, babe.

You want me, don't ya?

Ha! I know you love me.

#Why, Bedelia, what do you mean

by putting in this false alarm #

# False alarms, me foot

That scallywag tried to take me in his arms #

#Well, why not #

# Bedelia, I want to steal ya #

# Bedelia, I love you so #

# I'll be your Chauncey Olcott #

# If you'll be me Molly O' #

# Say something

sweet Bedelia #

#Your voice

I like to hear #

# Oh, Bedelia, delia, delia

I've made up me mind #

#To steal ya

steal ya, steal ya #

# Bedelia dear #

# Sure, I thank you Clancy, Pat

and Michael Hooligan and Joe #

# Oh, you're mighty kind

but if you don't mind #

#There's one thing

I'd like to know #

- # Has anybody here seen Kelly #

- #Who #

# K-E-double-L-Y#

- # Has anybody here seen Kelly #

- # Kelly #

# Have you seen him smile #

# Sure, his hair is red

and his eyes are blue #

#And he's Irish

through and through #

- # Has anybody here seen Kelly #

- #Who #

# Kelly from the Emerald Isle #

# Is anyone looking for me

I'm Kelly, as you can see #

# Me hair is red

and me eyes are blue #

#And begorry, I'm Irish

through and through #

# Has anybody here seen Kelly #

Help! Murder! Police!

# Oh, Bedelia, delia, delia

I've made up me mind #

#To steal ya

steal ya, steal ya #

# Bedelia dear ##

K- E-L-L-Y!

What a guy!

- Great show, Mr. Cornell.

- Thank you.

There's a gentleman waiting

in your office, Mr. Cornell.

Thanks. Take a bottle of White Seal to

Mr. Dawson's table with my compliments.

- Who, sir?

- Douglas Dawson, the biggest producer in London.

- Table number 9.

- Yes, sir.

After the way I've been raving about Miss Evans,

I hope you're not too disappointed.

Not at all. You're quite right.

She's wasted here.

I'd like to drop backstage

and have a chat with her.

Fine.

I think she'd be delighted.

- Evening, Burkham.

- How do you do, Mr. Cornell?

I received your message, and while

I don't generally transact business...

- after office hours-

- I was wondering why I hadn't heard from you.

I haven't been able to contact the lady since

I last saw you. I presume she's traveling.

Yeah, she was in Newport last week as a guest

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