I'll See You in My Dreams Page #3

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Yeah.

Awfully stuffy in here.

Do you mind if I open a window?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Gee, I had no idea

it was blowing like that.

Let's try it right from the top, huh?

Right from the top.

Good, good. Good.

Gosh, that's good.

That's wonderful.

I wish your folks would go out every night.

We'd get a lot done.

That's real good.

Try it again.

Oh, that's a beautiful melody,

Mr. Van Alstyne.

Here's the surprise.

I've talked Bert into letting Gus do the lyric.

- I like his work.

- It'll be a great break for Gus.

Bert works with none but the best.

You know his hits:

"Shade of the Old Apple Tree,"

"I'm Afraid to Come Home in the Dark."

Let's not go through the whole catalog.

I had a feeling he wasn't here

just to tune the piano.

- Now, Grace.

- You think I'm holding Gus back.

Yeah. Not only me,

but the whole music business.

After all, Grace, I deserve another hit.

I've been publishing all your flops.

You've made up your mind,

even before you've heard my new tune?

If I'd made up my mind sooner,

I'd have saved myself a lot of money.

You've got him as a husband.

Why hang onto him as a partner?

Mr. Kahn and I are not married.

What? But I've seen you together for years.

I took it for granted.

Grace, do you mean to say

he never even asked you?

He's cleared his throat once or twice,

but that's as far as he's gotten.

Well, why don't we forget about

the whole thing?

I think Gus and Grace

should stick together.

I'll leave the music here.

We can get hold of another lyricist.

Mr. Van Alstyne...

- Am I late, Fred?

- No. Come in, Gus. Come in.

- You know Bert Van Alstyne.

- By reputation, and I wish I had it.

Hello. Did you played

the new tune for Fred?

I'm a little anxious to hear it myself.

- Well, so long, everybody.

- Oh, just a minute.

Mr. Van Alstyne has a beautiful tune

he wants you to write up.

Well, I'm flattered, but Ms. LeBoy and l...

Oh, I think you should do it, Mr. Kahn.

We haven't been doing

very well together.

Well, now that's settled, when

are you two boys gonna get to work?

- Are you trying to get rid of me?

- Don't be silly.

Any lyricist in the world

would jump at this chance.

Well, how do you like that?

That's gratitude.

I put on a tie for her, I quit my job,

even cut my hair. We're partners.

Now she wants to pawn me off

on a new tune-writer.

- All right, let's forget it.

- No, wait.

Mr. Kahn, we've got to stop fooling

ourselves right here and now.

My tunes aren't in the same class as

your lyrics. Our first hit was an accident.

You wouldn't know a good tune.

- Don't pass up an opportunity...

- Play the song.

- Mr. Kahn...

- Ms. LeBoy, I'll pick my own partners.

Play the song.

Yes, Mr. Kahn.

Hang around.

Tell her how good it is.

This is good.

Wonderful! Wonderful!

That's the best thing you ever did.

- Are you sure?

- Sure? I'll leave it to the expert.

You tell her.

Well, frankly,

it sounds a little reminiscent.

What does he know?

A few lucky hits.

- Thirty million copies, is all.

- I tell you, this is her.

This is what she's like inside.

Do you think I've caught the real me?

Couldn't be anybody else.

Give me a pencil.

Somebody give me a pencil.

Play it again.

Oh, wait. Wait till he leaves.

He's liable to steal it.

Goodbye, Fred. Mr. Kahn, Ms. LeBoy.

Good luck with your lyric.

You're about to get yourself a song.

Memories, memories

Dreams of love so true

O'er the sea of memory

I'm drifting back to you

Childhood days, wild wood days

Among the birds and bees

You left me alone

But still you're my own

In my beautiful memories

I'm very proud to introduce

that beautiful song.

I know you would like to meet

its writers.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I present the lyricist, Mr. Gus Kahn.

And the composer,

Mr. Egbert Van Alstyne.

Meet the real me.

Why make a fool of me

in front of those people?

- The song's a bit hit, isn't it?

- I don't have to be tricked into success.

If I can't make it on my own,

what's the use of getting there?

If that's all the thanks I get, Mr. Kahn...

I wasn't looking for a new partner,

or another girl.

And now I guess

I better start looking for both.

If I've been your girl,

I've never noticed it.

Why, you're still calling me Ms. LeBoy.

For years, you've been

blowing cigar smoke in my face...

...acting like a truck driver

and treating me like one.

- What's that got to do with it?

- It's all over.

- I'm through with you and your songs.

- Now, you listen here.

You're the most ungrateful person

I have ever met.

Oh, but you're gonna be a big songwriter,

Mr. Kahn.

Don't let me stand in your way.

You're not in my way at all, Grace.

- Gus.

- What?

- You called me Grace.

- I did?

Well, you called me Gus.

- You know what?

- What?

I guess we'll have to get married.

Is that a proposal?

What, you have to have it in writing?

But you've never kissed me.

You never even said you love me.

Well, gosh, what do you want?

Moon, June, love, dove.

That's my business all day.

- Mr. Kahn.

- Yeah?

Let's get down to business.

Come on in, Bert. Grace, you home?

We've been looking all over for you.

- Hello, Bert.

- Hello, Grace.

Dinner show's in a half-hour.

We're gonna miss it.

- Tony Jackson has a new piece.

- They'll play it tonight.

"Jelly Roll Rag." Change the melody,

a good lyric, there may be a song in it.

- Yeah.

- I must tell you something.

- So tell me.

- Alone.

- What?

- Bert, do you mind?

- Come on. We're gonna be late.

- Gus, it's important.

- Won't it keep?

- Not if you keep pushing me this way.

Pushing? Who's pushing? Let's go.

Please, let's get out of here.

It's so stuffy and smoky.

This is the tune Tony wants us to fix up.

In the bridge, the middle part,

if you can change that...

I think I've got it, I think I've got it.

Gus, I wanna tell you something.

I've told you, when I'm looking

at the ceiling, I'm working.

You'll have to stop for one minute.

This is important.

It can't be more important than this.

My dear husband,

I'm gonna have a baby.

- What?

- I'm gonna have a baby.

- What?

- I'm pregnant!

- Well, aren't you surprised?

- No.

Really? Gee, you think it'll look like me?

Oh, no. It's gonna be a pretty baby.

Bert. I've got it. I've got it!

Everybody loves a baby

That's why I'm in love with you

Pretty baby, pretty baby

And I'd like to be your sister

Brother, dad and mother too

Pretty baby, pretty baby

Won't you come and let me rock you

In my cradle of love

And we'll cuddle all the time

Oh, I want a lovin' baby

And it might as well be you

Pretty baby of mine

Pretty baby, pretty baby

Won't you come and let me rock you

In my cradle of love

And we'll cuddle all the time

Oh, I want a lovin' baby

And it might as well be you

Pretty baby of mine

Pretty baby of...

How much are you paying?

- Well, how much do you usually get?

- How much do you usually pay?

Thirty dollars a month.

- I usually get 40.

- That's what we pay.

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