Holiday Inn
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1942
- 100 min
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# Happy Holiday #
- Merry Christmas, Bud.
- Thank you. Merry Christmas to you.
Okay. Hi, chief.
Come in.
Hello, honey.
Well, this is our last night
in show business. Some feeling, huh?
- Some feeling.
- I got the ring and the license.
- Honey, we're ready.
- Oh.
Say, there's a hook leftover
at the top here. Should that be?
Never mind that, dear.
I'll take care of it.
- Jim.
- Huh?
Well, I think that tie is terrible.
- Who cares? Tomorrow I'm a farmer.
Honey, when you flip 'em those twinkle
toes, who's gonna be looking at my tie?
- You only have five minutes. Hurry.
- Okay, I'm on my way.
- What'd he say?
- I didn't tell him.
Why not? We love each other.
You want to continue dancing.
I know, but... he gets a look.
Oh, he's always had that look.
It doesn't mean anything emotionally.
It has to do with his liver.
Tell him you've made a mistake.
You don't want to give up your career
and live on a farm.
But he's already bought the farm
and the license and the ring.
Oh, I can't tell him.
All right. I will.
Right after our number.
Listen, darling, don't weaken.
Think of our life together.
Think of diamonds, of sables,
of your own little penthouse.
Is that a promise?
Well, just think about them
for the time being.
- Ready, Miss Dixon.
- Oh, thank you.
- This thing didn't come out even.
- Oh, I'll fix it.
- We have to hurry.
- I love you.
I love you... and Jim.
I love Jim too. But after all,
I mean, let's not be too chummy.
# Here she comes
Down the street #
# My, oh, my
Ain't she sweet #
# Why, here comes
my hot toddy #
# Over my dead body #
# I'll capture her heart
singing #
# Just wait until she gets
a load of my dancing #
# Just wait 'til I start
singing #
# I'll take her strolling down the road
with my dancing #
# I can't go wrong
A tender song #
# And she'll discover my charms #
# Some fancy taps
and she'll collapse #
# And fall right into my arms #
# I'll capture her heart
singing #
# Oh, no
You haven't a chance #
# When I go into my dance #
# I'll take you
through life singing #
# La-da-da-di, la-da-da-di
La-da-da-di #
# Boom boom
Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom #
# I'll make you my wife
dancing #
# If you could dance
instead of sing #
# I'd learn to love you somehow #
# If you could sing
instead of dance #
# I'd take you home with me now #
# Boom boo-boo-boo-boom
Boo-boo-boo-boo-boom #
# Boo-boo-boo-boo, bo-ba-bi-bo-bo #
# The way you sing
don't mean a thing #
# You'd better stick
to your dance #
# And as for you
Your dance won't do #
# You'll have to sing for romance #
- # Singing #
- # Dancing #
Not much of a Christmas present
for you, is it?
I mean, both of us
walking out on you.
I'll do all right.
What a chump.
Can't you see what we're walking out on?
The grind, 365 days a year.
- When was the last time you had a day off?
- I don't know. Maybe last year.
Did you ever hear of Thanksgiving
or Labor Day or the Fourth of July?
- Vaguely.
- You know what they are, don't you?
They're holidays, days of rest.
There's lots of 'em.
They mark 'em in red on the calendar
so you can't miss 'em.
What happens in show business
You give an extra performance.
Not for me, brother. Lila and I are
going up to that farm in Connecticut.
We're gonna live by the calendar.
- Say, Jim.
- Hmm?
Uh, there's something
you should know.
Oh, I know, Ted.
I feel the same way about you.
You know, we've had
our ups and our downs.
- We've fought a little over women, but...
- I know, but...
Sorry, Jimmy boy, but that's life.
If I'm not the best manager in the
business, I'll eat a mechanic's shirt.
Fifteen weeks at the Park Club,
sight unseen, for you and Lila.
Two hundred dollars a week more than you
were getting with the farmer thrown in.
- What's the matter?
- I haven't told him.
- You haven't told him?
- You haven't told him?
Haven't told me what?
What's the news?
Well, don't be upset, Jim dear.
It isn't that I don't love you.
I do.
I love everybody.
But when Ted explained
how much he loved me and...
All at once we both realized
that we belonged together.
The two of us, dedicating our lives
to making people happy with our feet.
The two of you, huh?
Dedicating your lives
to making people happy with your feet.
That's sweet. Well, I guess that kick
I just got was a good start, huh?
Sorry, Jimmy boy, but that's life.
It's best you found out now.
You wouldn't want to make Lila unhappy.
Oh, no, no, I wouldn't
want to make Lila unhappy.
Not now, now that I really know her.
What a narrow squeak that was.
What do you mean by that?
Oh, nothing, honey.
I'm happy you're happy.
That little speech sounds like
the crackle of Confederate money.
Well, kids, I'm still
going to rejoin the human race.
I hope you get a lot of work,
holidays included.
Dance yourselves
into beautiful nervous breakdowns.
If you ever want to look me up,
you know where to find me.
Midville, Connecticut, under
a large shady tree, just being lazy.
# Lazy #
# I want to be lazy #
# I long to be out in the sun #
# With no work to be done #
# They call the sky #
# Stretching and yawning #
# And let the world go drifting by #
# I want to peek through the deep #
# Tangled wild woods counting sheep #
# 'Til I sleep like a child would #
# With a great big valise full #
# Of books to read
where it's peaceful #
- # Being lazy #
- Whoa! Whoa!
So Lazy Acres
was a snare and a delusion, huh?
Oh, brother!
There's the hardest work in the world.
Maybe you'd be happier
back in town, Jim.
If you get that agricultural urge again,
you can raise a geranium.
Oh, no.
Wait 'til you hear.
- I think I've dreamed up the greatest idea I ever had.
- And you've had some pips.
Oh, but this can't miss.
I'm turning the farm into an inn!
But what an inn.
Here, read up, brother.
"Holiday Inn.
Midville, Connecticut.
Get off the highway
and relax on a farm.
Dancing, entertainment, home cooking.
Open holidays only. "
- Open holidays only? How many
of those are there? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, there's about 15.
- That gives me 350 days a year to kick around in.
- You would think of that.
Did you get your discharge
from that sanitarium?
Oh, don't you worry.
This is going to work.
I'm having auditions every day.
If you run into any talent,
will you send 'em out?
Sure, as soon as I get back.
I'm flying down
to Miami Beach tonight...
to set an engagement
for Ted and Lila. Lila.
You forgot the flowers.
Don't get excited. There's
a flower shop out at the airport.
I guarantee to have orchids
before her first number.
Boy, you'd better. This kid even
expects presents on Father's Day.
Well, good luck, Jim. So long, Ted.
Have a nice trip.
I mean, yeah, thanks, I will.
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