Here Comes the Groom Page #2

Close in here a minute, kids,

and I'll see if I can get through to you.

In your heart you have a playroom

To enjoy every toy, every game

Sonny, you've got a house

Your own little house

And it's registered in your name

Now, take your eyes

Why, they're the windows

Showing you every view in the sun

Honey, you've got a house

Well, your own little house

And it's better than anyone

So just keep the outside shined up

And the inside free from gloom

Take care of your house

And you'll wind up

This is a duplex.

Having fun in every room

And your head, now that's the attic

Full of memories and keepsakes

To choose

Sonny, you've got a house

Man, that's a pre-war house

And it costs just a smile to use.

And as long as you

Can meet that payment

Why, you can't lose

Now, take your hands

The tools you work with

You'll be thrilled

When you build something nice

Umbriago, what a house!

Why, it's colossal!

Let me hear that note again.

What a note! What a note!

Here, keep this,

I got a million of them.

Now, take your skin

Say, that's the paint job

More of a spray job.

Lots of sleep helps to keep it aglow.

- Pete, en frangais!

- En frangais.

- English!

- Thank you.

You don't have to run

From the landlords

Though you haven't got a sou

Here you can live

Like the princes and lords

And your address is

Rue de la you, you...

- Me'?

- Our'.

Take your ears

Now, they're the doorway

I got gates.

Where the songs of the birds

Come to call

Now, you've heard about your house

Your own little house

But here comes the best part of all

You can hang the dreams you want

As pictures on the wall

Lunch! Well, there they go!

Andre broke in front, Pierre in second,

here comes Marcel way in third!

Whoa, Marcel!

Let her go, boy! Go, boys!

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

Tell 'em I'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

Better save a chair

There you are, huh?

You know, that's the fifth set

of parents you've turned down.

What's the matter?

Don't you want any folks?

I have got folks. You are my folks.

Aren't you, Pete?

Oh, boy.

Aren't you, Pete?

I warned you about this.

I told you time after time,

I couldn't stay here forever.

You are leaving, Pete?

A man's got a job, he's got a job,

hasn't he?

Don't you have any idea

of what's going on in the Far East?

My boss needs me, George Degnan.

Raised me from a pup.

Everything I know, good, bad,

or indifferent, old George taught me.

The first time I saw him,

I wasn't bigger than you.

I didn't have any father,

so I just sort of latched onto George.

Can't throw a guy like that

out the window when he needs you.

And he needs me, see?

Besides, you and me,

we're better than folks, we're friends.

Just like I got friends in Brazil

and Alaska. You're my Paris friend.

Goodbye, Mr. Garvey.

Goodbye, Mr. Dulac...

- Goodbye, Suzi.

- Tais-toi! Shake hands.

Hey.

Don't we always leave them singing?

Sure, Pete, sure.

We always leave them singing.

- In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

- In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

- Tell 'em I'll be there

- Tell 'em I'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

Better save a chair

When the party's getting a glow on

And singing fills the air

In the shank of the night when the...

What've we got...?

Oh, Miss Emmadel Jones.

Nice timing.

A record?

Hello, Mr. Garvey.

Remember me?

- Is the voice familiar?

- Let me see...

- No?

- Don't tell me now...

Why don't you relax

and light your pipe?

Maybe it'll come back to you.

- I can almost see you now.

- My name is Jones. Emmadel Jones.

- The girl you left behind you.

- Hello, Emmy.

Way behind you.

You'll forgive this

unmaidenly intrusion

into the male privacy

of your bachelor room,

but! think you're old enough now

to be told about

those interesting things called

"the facts of life

- Well, tell me all.

- I read a book last night called

What Every Young Girl

Should Know.

And I was amazed at the things that

apparently go on with normal people.

So I intend to try them on my piano,

every one of them.

In other words, I intend to get

married... to get married...

- Steady. Steady, girl.

- ...to get married...to get married...

But not to you, darling.

So stop trembling and call the blood

back into your ashen little cheeks.

I wouldn't frighten you

for the world.

I remember too well how sick

you looked three years ago

when we went down to the City Hall

to get our marriage license.

I also remember how quickly

you recovered

when our mutual friend,

your boss and fellow conspirator,

Mr. George Degnan,

came through with that

miraculous Paris assignment

that permitted you to escape

- at the very last second.

- Good old George.

You told me tenderly to get a job

and wait for you. I did.

- Good.

- I've been waiting three years now.

Waiting and running.

Yes, running around desks,

staying true to you.

- Good girl!

- I'm tired of running,

so I'm gonna slow down.

In fact, I'm gonna stand still

and the first egghead

who catches me can have me!

I was born to be a mother,

not a poised pencil!

And do you realize that if you were

half the man you think you are,

I'd be the mother of a brood by now?

There'd be one in the fifth grade...

In the fifth grade...in the fifth grade...

In the fifth grade...in the fifth grade...

- Look out, wait a minute.

- In the fifth grade...

...and another in the second grade

and maybe even et cetera, et cetera.

- Such are the fortunes of love

- Oh, they're twins?

n the newspaper business.

Icannot, however, permit myself

to stare childless

at the prospect of old age

in a home for spinsters!

So I have been walking around

windy corners lately.

Emmy.

In other words, Peter Garvey,

we're through!

- Finished! Kaput!

- Kaput, yet.

So good day, good evening,

goodbye and...

- Bon voyage.

- Drop dead, my dear stinker!

And may you stew in your

ink-stained bachelorhood

the rest of your selfish,

carefree days!

She still loves me.

P. S. Knowing how conceited you are,

I know what you're thinking now,

and this is to inform you that I do not

stiff Jove you... Stiff Jove you...

- Encore.

- Still love you...still love you...

- Once more. Kid's mad for me.

- Still love you...

Still love you. . . still love you...

Hey, Bobby?

You want me, Pete?

- What grade are you in?

- Fifth.

Well, what do you know!

The fifth?

Attention, please.

Attention, please.

Announcing the arrival of

Flight Number Seven,

the Star of Paris,

at Gate Number Four...

I beg your pardon.

- Emmadel Jones!

- George Degnan!

- It's been years!

- I'm even happy to see you.

Well, if you don't look like

a Christmas tree waiting for Santa...

- I didn't know it showed.

- Showed?

They won't need landing lights.

What's the big idea?

I have a very special oil

in my lamp tonight.

Could it be burning for someone

on this plane?

Could.

"Oil your lamp.

The bridegroom cometh

"on Flight Seven,

Tuesday night.

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