Holiday Inn Page #7

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Go ahead, take the idea. Take the music,

take Linda, take the whole darned thing.

But we'll need you in Hollywood

to write the rest of the music.

Oh, no. I work right here. I'll send you

the music when it's written.

And don't bother me before, huh?

I guess maybe I was

a little selfish, huh?

Is that the deal you wanted,

or should I have thrown in my shirt?

Chummy sort of a fella, isn't he?

Listen, Linda,

if you really want to stay here...

Don't talk that way!

This is the chance you wanted, isn't it?

Of course!

Boy, are we happy!

Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Jim.

Same to you, Mamie... and staff.

Didn't I tell you children

to stay in the kitchen?

Those wings ain't gonna fly away.

Now shoo! Git!

- Everything's ready and hot, Mr. Jim.

- Thank you, Mamie.

I've got plenty to be thankful for

Are you kidding?

I haven't got a great big yacht

To sail from shore to shore

Still, I've got plenty

to be thankful for

You're loaded, Dad.

I've got plenty to be thankful for

- Like what?

- No private car, no caviar

No carpet on my floor

Still, I've got plenty

to be thankful for

You know,

you're better off than I am.

- I've got eyes to see with

- You need glasses.

- Ears to hear with

- Or fly with.

Arms to hug with

Lips to kiss with

- Someone to adore

- You're a little flat too.

How could anybody ask for more

My needs are small

I buy them all

- At the Five-and-Ten-Cent store

- Sing it.

- Oh, I've got plenty to be thankful for

- Sing it pretty.

- Why, you ain't et a bite.

- I'm pouting, Mamie.

- Who is this?

- That's Mr. Jones.

Jonesy? I'm sorry.

I knew him too well.

But you've got to eat. The trouble

ain't with that turkey. It's you!

I feel all right.

I'm riding high, Mamie.

Why'd you close the Inn and sit around

like a jellyfish with the misery?

'Cause a slicker stole your gal and you

ain't got fight enough to get her back!

Um, excuse me, Mr. Jim, but...

- I tried to keep her here.

- What kind of keeping is that? Nothing but tricks!

If you went to Hollywood and told

Miss Linda how much you loves her,

and told her that the way

a lady likes to hear it told,

I'll betcha she'd be the quickest

ex-movie star that ever ex'd.

- You're crazy, Mamie.

- I'm crazy?

I knows Miss Linda.

I knows her like I knows my own kids.

Why, she ain't the fancy type

no more than you are.

What she wants is

what you got right here.

But women has to have them things

told to 'em the right way.

You could melt her heart

right down to butter...

if you'd only turn on the heat.

Mamie, you don't, you don't try to

take a fella's gal away from him...

after he's bought the ring.

- Or, as I recall, do you?

- Now you're talkin'!

- Or, as I recall, do you?

- Now you're talkin'!

- Sure! Women has to be told things the right way.

- Yes, sir!

At last! The night I've been

dreaming about, actually here.

This is my wedding.

You make me feel like a kibitzer.

Don't misunderstand me.

I'm happy because this marriage means...

that we can all settle down

and stop worrying.

I wish I had your confidence

without your viewpoint.

My fingers are crossed until Linda and I

are on that plane bound for Yuma.

- What's worrying you?

- I've been this close to marriage before,

only to wake and find myself

with no bride and a hangover.

- Look, the girl has said yes,

the picture finishes tonight.

- Come in.

- Everything is all set and ready.

What could possibly happen...

Hi, fellas.

Jim!

Wh-What brought you here?

Train. Chug-chug-chug-chug.

Wedding? When is it?

- Wedding?

- Yeah.

Uh, well,

we hadn't set an exact time.

- Have you seen Linda?

- No. No, not yet.

Say, I saw your director. He told me

he was shooting the finale tonight.

- Thought I'd like to see how you make pictures.

- Uh, he wouldn't...

- Y-You wouldn't like what

they're doing tonight. - Why not?

- That's dull, technical stuff.

- Well, I'm a dull, technical sort of a fella.

- Perhaps if you'd wait and see Linda tomorrow.

- Oh, no!

I want to see the finish. The success

of you and Linda means a lot to me, pal.

Say, why don't you be yourself?

What are you up to?

Well, I'm a son of a gun.

This is a beautiful hunk of welcome

for a guy who comes coast to coast...

just to wish you a Merry Christmas

and a happy wedding.

Remember how I suspected you when you

came to the Inn on Easter morning?

- That was silly, wasn't it?

- Now I know he's up to something.

- Wait a minute. Let's not be unfair.

- Huh?

We're treating Jim like a poor country

cousin. He doesn't mean any harm.

- No.

- No. He just wants to see Linda.

- Let's show him Linda!

- Good will on earth toward men!

Where are we going?

What's this? Hey!

Hey, Ted, what is this?

- I was afraid you'd gone crazy.

- I'll keep him here...

'til you get Linda on that plane.

I'd better get my clothes on.

- I'll go on the set and see how near ready they are.

- My clothes are in there!

- Merry Christmas!

- Jim! Pal!

- Wait!

- Stop! We were only fooling!

Only you could think

of a thing like that.

- Who're you calling?

- Nobody.

The operator's gone.

Take it easy.

Don't break your neck.

- It's one of the most authentic reproduction jobs we've ever done.

- Is it?

All worked out from those photographs

we took of your place in Connecticut.

Oh! Well, Mamie and the kids oughta

see this. They'd never believe it.

- Anything wrong?

- Well, that Christmas tree is a little out of place.

I guess nobody'd notice that

but me or... Linda.

We're going to start rolling. Come along

with me where you can see everything.

No. I'll just stay in the background.

I don't want to get in your way.

- Suit yourself. I'll see you later.

- Right.

All right, we're going to follow you

on the boom from here inside the Inn.

When you get in the other set,

do your song.

I think you have the mood.

Your Hollywood success was empty.

You've lost the one man you love.

You know, the usual hoke.

Just make me cry

and you can get to that wedding.

- All ready for rehearsal!

- No, please. Let's shoot it.

Okay.

It's a take!

All right, everybody,

quiet on the stage. It's a take.

Close 'em up!

Come on over there. Quiet down.

Let's get settled, everybody.

Come on, everybody, let's get settled.

It's the picture.

Get out of here with your brooms.

Hit your snow!

All right, roll 'em!

Sorry, but when the red light's on, you

couldn't get in even if you owned the studio.

- But, Pop, this is important.

- I know. So is the light.

Hit your playback!

Music!

All right, action!

I'm dreaming

of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry

And bright

And may all your Christmases

I'm dreaming

of a white Christmas

Just like the ones

I used to know

Where the treetops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

Dreaming of a white

Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry

And bright

- Jim!

- Cut it! Cut it!

That's it!

All right, gentlemen.

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