I'll See You in My Dreams Page #4

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Is the work hard?

You know, I'm not so young.

I've got a touch of the lumbago too.

How's your sinus?

The work is very easy.

We have a small place

and we like simple cooking.

Then why did your last maid quit?

She married Jack the Ripper

and couldn't handle both jobs.

You know, I don't believe

you ever had a maid.

- What business are you in?

- I'm a chicken-plucker.

Gus, please.

My husband is a songwriter.

Haven't you heard "I Wish I had a Girl,"

"Memories" and "Pretty Baby"?

I heard them. I didn't like them.

You didn't like them?

Grace, this is ridiculous.

Wouldn't have her in the house

if she worked for nothing.

- Get her out before I lose my temper.

- Well, guess I'd better stay.

You're a nice woman,

but him, somebody's got to watch.

- Just a minute...

- It's no use.

I've made up my mind.

Where's the kitchen?

- It's over there.

- Look...

You can think you're the boss,

I'll think I'm the boss...

...and you, you just have the baby.

Well, I'm glad she's gonna

let us do something.

Gus, what is the matter with you?

You've been growling like a bear lately.

I don't know. I don't know, I...

I'm going down and see Fred.

- It's the song, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Now, you listen to me.

"The One I Love" is the best thing

you've ever done.

Take this and show it to him again.

If he still doesn't like it,

I'll take it to another publisher.

- But, honey, listen...

- Let me do the worrying.

- Grace thinks it's the best thing I've done.

- She thinks everything's the best.

Tell her to trust my judgment. I've

done all right by you so far, haven't I?

I've told her, Fred. She says she'll take it

to another publisher.

She'll take it? When do you start voting?

Or hasn't Abraham Lincoln freed

the husbands yet?

Fred, I don't think any more

of this than you do.

- But I don't know, Grace...

- Grace, Grace, Grace.

Look, she got you away

from Bert Van Alstyne.

She found an ex-coalminer, Isham Jones,

who writes music by the light of his hat...

...and now she wants

to change publishers.

She's only doing it

for my good, she says.

Gus, Grace is a wonderful woman.

I love her almost as much as you do.

But now that she's gonna become a mother,

it's time she was told to stay out of music.

You're right, Fred.

You're absolutely right.

- When are you gonna tell her?

- Me?

You paid for the license, you tell her.

And right now.

- Now?

- Now. You wanna wait...

...until she becomes a grandmother?

Go home and face her like a man.

Now, look, Fred...

- Here.

- Another beer?

No, no.

Give me about that much courage.

How can I make you understand that,

in my thinking...

...a man's gotta be a man

in his own house?

Stop running my life.

We're gonna have a family.

That ought to be enough for you.

Forget about "The One I Love."

Forget about the music business.

Stop trying to make me such

a great success.

I'm happy, happy the way I am.

It wasn't so long ago

I was pushing a crockery wagon.

Well, that's just fine.

Be sure you tell her all those things

when she comes home.

- Where is Mrs. Kahn?

- Somebody phoned...

...and said a Sam Harris was

hearing new songs, auditioning.

You weren't here,

so she went downtown to see him herself.

You let her, in her condition?

Why didn't you stop her?

Somebody has to pay my salary.

- I need some coffee.

- And so do I. Make enough for two.

What...?

Kick a little higher, girls. Now turn.

- That's fine.

- Thank you, girls.

- Ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

- You heard him, 10:00.

And I want every girl on time.

That guy's a slave driver. Work half

the night, back at 10 in the morning.

It hardly pays to take my clothes off.

This ending is very weak.

Fill up the last four bars.

- Save the house lights.

- Save the house lights.

- Bring me those sketches.

- Jim, let's see the new sketches again.

No, this clashes. You see what I mean?

- No, this is more what I need...

- Excuse me, please. Is Mr. Harris here?

Excuse me, please.

I would like to see Mr. Harris.

You're seeing him.

- Get on this.

- How do you do?

- I'd like to see the second act costumes.

- Costumes...

- How do you do? My name is Grace Kahn.

- Hello.

I heard about your audition.

I've got a wonderful song.

That was over hours ago.

I've already selected a song.

- No, no, honey...

- That isn't fair.

I didn't hear about it till a half-hour ago.

I was home in bed.

Look, the name of my song

is "The One I Love."

- I know when you hear it...

- I told you...

...l've already selected the song.

It's getting late.

I've got a thousand things to do.

I haven't got time to listen to it.

I'm a very busy man.

Oh, Joe, Joe, Harry...

...will you show the young lady the door?

I'm very, very busy.

You're busy? I'm plugging a song,

keeping house, buying the groceries...

...l'm gonna have a baby. Top that.

- Take it easy, boys.

We could be sued. All right,

I'll listen to your song, Ms. Kahn.

Mrs. Kahn, if you please.

Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Kahn. I'm sorry.

Fred, will you help her out on the piano?

Spotlight.

The one I love

Belongs to somebody else

Mr. Harris.

I'm listening.

I always listen and walk around.

Not with my husband's songs, you don't.

You'll sit right down there

and listen to every word.

Oh, I'm sorry. For a minute,

I thought this was my theater.

All right, girls, later.

Fred, please help the young lady

do her song. Harry, Harry, a chair.

The one I love

Belongs to somebody else

He means his tender songs

For somebody else

And even when I have

My arms around him

I know his thoughts are strong

For somebody else

The hands I hold

Belong to somebody else

I'll bet they're not so cold

To somebody else

It's tough to be alone on the shelf

It's worse to fall in love by yourself

The one I love

Belongs to somebody else

The one I love

Belongs

To somebody else

Lady, you just sold a song.

That's perfect for the first-act finale.

- Say, that girl has talent.

- You don't know how much.

For an encore, she may have twins.

He's a beautiful baby, Mr. Kahn.

They all look like that? Where's Grace?

- You like to know how much he weighs?

- Why, who's he fighting?

- Where's Grace?

- Room 708.

Thanks.

- Gracie.

- She's still under the anesthetic.

Sweetheart? Hey.

Hey. Sweetheart. Hey.

The baby's a big hit. So's the song.

Couldn't have managed either of them

without you.

Got something for you. Look.

Hey. That's for you. Hey, sleepyhead.

Take care of yourself, sweetheart.

I love you very much.

- Oh, nurse?

- You'll have to leave now.

Do you want me to tell her anything

when she wakes up?

Yeah. Tell her I dropped by.

And the kid's all right too.

You're nobody's sweetheart now

They don't baby you somehow

Fancy hose, silken gown

You'd be out of place

In your own hometown

When you walk down the avenue

I just can't believe that it's you

Painted li'I lips

Painted li'I eyes

Wearing a bird of paradise.

It all seems wrong somehow

That you're nobody's sweetheart now

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