How to Marry a Millionaire

New York, New York

You high and mighty, bright and shiny

fabulous place, New York

New York, New York

You busy, dizzy, razzle-dazzle

scandalous place, New York

Guys with easy money

tryin' to blow it

Dolls with hidden talent

dyin' to show it

Take off for Broadway

by taxi, by subway

And land on the town

A merry-go-round

New York, New York

Where millionaires and Cinderellas

rendezvous at the Stork

In Central Park romantic babies

and their fellas rendezvous in the dark

Crazy city with its hat

on the steeple

Noisy city with

its millions of people

Doorway to glory

and fortune and fame

You'll never get your fill of it

never forget the thrill of it

Glorious, glamorous

wonderland

New York

Oh, is Mr. Benton here yet,

the agent for the apartments?

Oh, yes. He's in there

waiting for you now.

Thank you.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Page.

I do hope I haven't

kept you waiting too long.

Not in the least. I'm afraid I have

a little disappointment for you, though.

You won't be able to meet Mr. Denmark.

He flew to Europe this morning.

Oh, dear, I am disappointed.

Wasn't that awfully sudden?

Oh very. You know how those income tax

people are when you skip a whole year.

And the result, of course, is that

a longer lease is now possible.

Open, if you don't mind.

Hmm? Oh, oh, certainly.

Certainly.

How long a lease? Not that it matters

if he's to insist on a thousand a month.

That's what I wanted to

see him about, personally.

Oh, he won't be needing

the place for years now.

I hear Mr. Whiskers really

blew his top this time.

You mean he can't come back

to this country?

It would be I understand

the very height of folly.

Oh, I see. Well, it throws

an entirely different light.

Where's that lease?

Well, I'm afraid

I haven't got it with me.

Oh, never mind.

You can mail it to me.

This is for two months,

the first and the last.

- That's the deal, isn't it?

- That's correct.

How soon would you like

to take possession?

Oh, anything wrong

with right now?

Nothing at all. It's a little unusual,

of course, but, uh...

Thank you so much, Mr. Benton.

You've been awfully kind.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Page.

It's a genuine pleasure to do business

with a woman of such decision.

- We in the real estate game...

- Bye now.

Oh, yes, of course. Well.

Oh, I almost forgot.

How long shall I make the lease for?

Oh, a year will be quite enough.

Thank you.

But don't you think

you oughta have it...

- Yes?

- Bingo.

I'll be right over.

- To the left.

- Thanks.

All right, put'em on.

No men here yet.

You certainly got here in a hurry.

Did you take a taxi?

No, I didn't have

enough money for a taxi

I had the Chrysler people demonstrate

that new showboat for me again.

- The one with the gold trim?

- Was it gold?

I didn't want to put on my specs

with the driver there, you know.

The one they sent for me

had gold trim.

Brother!

Smooth, huh?

Creamy. Are we really in?

- Built in.

- 'll call Loco.

Loco who?

You know, that girl

I was telling you about from Jersey.

You didn't tell me

her name was "Loco."

It isn't. That's what the other models

call her. It means crazy, you know?

That's what I know.

- Hello?

- Bingo!

- Hold that for a minute.

- Just a minute, Loke.

I can't shack up with a dame I haven't

even met, and she's crazy too.

You don't have to. All I'm going to

ask her is to come up here.

If you don't like her,

that's the end of it.

- s she class?

- s she. Didn't I tell you?

She's been on the cover of

Harper's Bazaar three times already.

And she knows

how to handle it?

- Well, let's see if she does. Loke?

- Yes?

- How much money you got?

- 've got a quarter.

That's wonderful. Stop in on your way

up here and pick up lunch for us.

- How many?

- Three.

Okay. Just as soon

as I get something on.

There's a fine contribution to a million

dollar proposition, one whole quarter.

Maybe, but she's awful

clever with a quarter.

I just don't know how I'll ever

be able to thank you enough.

I'm still so embarrassed.

You have no reason to be. Anybody can

forget their money. I've done it myself.

I know, but...

Oh, hi, honey.

- Come on in.

- Come in.

This is a gentleman I met

at the cold cuts counter.

- What did you say your name was?

- Tom Brookman.

B- R-O-O-K-M-A-N.

Brookman.

Well, this is my friend,

Miss Pola Debevoise.

- How do you do?

- Oh, and this is Miss Page, isn't it?

- Mrs. Page.

- How do you do? t was very funny.

I was ordering some pastrami

and potato salad,

and I heard Miss Dempsey explaining

she only had a quarter...

You can just set that down.

We'll take it from here.

Oh, wouldn't you like me

to put them in the kitchen?

No, I don't think you'd better.

The cook's not dressed.

- Oh, really?

- Thank you very much.

Some other day.

Give us a ring next week.

- don't know your number.

- That's all right. It's in the book.

Thank you very much,

Mr. Brookman.

- But I don't know your first name.

- He was really very nice.

I thought he might

have lunch with us.

Look, the first rule of this proposition

is that gentleman callers

have got to wear a necktie.

I don't want to be snobbish,

but if we begin with characters like that,

we might just as well

throw in the towel right now

Thanks, Mick.

Keep the change.

- How do, Mr. Brookman?

- Hiya, Pete.

The next thing to remember is

a gentleman you meet among cold cuts

is simply not as attractive

as one that you meet,

say in the mink department

at Bergdorf's.

But he was cute,

don't you think?

Sure he was, but then I never met one

of those gas pump jockeys that wasn't.

- s that what he is?

- You bet your life.

I know those guys. I married one once.

Very very cute fellow.

- didn't know you were really married.

- Just got back from Reno.

Oh, then you must be loaded.

Mine was one of those divorces you don't

read about. The wife finished second.

But that's against the law, isn't it?

I was absolutely nuts about that guy,

and you know what he did to me?

First off, he gives me

a phony name.

Second, it turns out

he was already married yet.

Third, from the minute

the preacher said, "Amen,"

he never did

another tap of work.

The next thing I knew he'd stolen my

television set and given it to a carhop.

When I ask him how about that,

he hits me with a chicken.

- A live chicken?

- No, a baked chicken, stuffed.

He sounds incompatible to me.

Last I saw of him, I stepped out of

the car for a minute at a gas station.

I had to walk home.

Well, I'm surprised

you'd ever want to get married again.

Oh, but that's the point

about this whole setup.

Of course I want to

get married again.

Who doesn't?

It's the biggest thing

you can do in life.

The way most people go about it,

they use more brains

picking a horse in the third at Belmont

than they do picking a husband.

- Do they really?

- t's your head you've got to use,

not your heart.

- Oh, I see.

Tell her your idea

about this apartment.

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