I'll See You in My Dreams Page #5

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Nights are long since you went away

I think about you all through the day

My buddy, my buddy

Nobody

Quite so true

Toot, Toot, Tootsie, goodbye

Toot, Toot, Tootsie, don't cry

The choo-choo train that

Takes me away from you

No words can tell how sad it makes me

Kiss me, Tootsie, and then

I'll do it over again

Watch for the mail

I'll never fail

If you don't get a letter

Then you know I'm in jail

Toot, Toot, Tootsie, don't cry

Toot, Toot, Tootsie, goodbye!

The armistice, the armistice!

The war's over!

Oh, I can't believe it.

Oh, I don't believe it's over.

Oh, I can't believe it.

I can't believe it's over.

I'm gonna go and sleep for a month.

No, for a whole year, I'm gonna sleep.

I'm gonna go somewhere where there's...

Everybody loves a baby

That's why I'm in love with you

- Pretty baby

- No.

- Pretty baby

- Yes.

Oh, I want a lovin' baby

- And it might as well be you

- Isn't that wonderful?

- Pretty baby of mine

- I wonder which one of us it'll look like.

- Any pains yet?

- No.

What are you doing to me?

Six hours, I've been

waiting here in agony.

Gus, you're making yourself

a nervous wreck.

Do something else for a few hours.

Well, I could have my appendix

taken out while I'm waiting.

Why don't you go down

and have a drink with the boys, huh?

Well, what about you?

The doctor says the baby

isn't due until midnight.

Doctor says. What, is it coming in

on the Broadway Limited?

Will you please do as I say? Honest,

I won't have it till you come back.

- Promise?

- Promise.

Boy, you don't know

what I've been going through all day.

Gus, as soon as you feel any pains,

hurry back.

Hey, I'm beginning to feel pains.

What time is it?

My watch is worn out.

Why don't you relax?

Who's having this baby, you or me?

Gus, listen to the melody again.

Maybe it'll give you an idea.

That's the best tune Isham Jones wrote,

don't you think so?

- What time is it?

- Oh, will you listen?

That's a good tune.

Yeah, that's a good tune.

How do the doctors know?

Could be 10 months, 11.

Poor Grace.

How does she get into these things?

Anna, are you sure

he hasn't even called?

Nope. Are you sure

you're married to him?

Come to think of it,

I never have seen the license.

- Anna, I'm worried.

- The main thing is you're all right...

...and the baby's all right.

I'll go call Fred Townsend again.

Well, look who's here.

What'd you come up for, take a bow?

Honey, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Say hello to Irene.

Hello, Irene. I'm your father.

Isn't she pretty?

Honey, last night, you know,

you told me to go out with the boys...

...and I went over to the club and,

well, I got with Fred...

...and I was really worried about you.

I kept asking every minute what time...

...and then we got on a tune, and...

It's all right, Gus.

Well, you know how I am.

I get interested all of a sudden and...

You don't have to explain. I understand.

I'm really sorry.

I think we got a good song.

Wanna look at it?

"Why do I do just as you say?

Why must I just give you your way?"

It's so scribbled, I can't read it.

Why do I sigh?

Why do I try to forget?

It must have been

that something lovers call fate.

That kept on saying I had to wait.

I saw them all.

Just couldn't fall 'til we met

It had to be you

It had to be you

I wandered around and finally found

Somebody who

Could make me be true

Could make me be blue

And even be glad just to be sad

Thinking of you

Some others I've seen

Might never be mean

Might never be cross

Or try to be boss

But they wouldn't do

Nobody else gave me a thrill

With all your faults, I love you still

It had to be you

Wonderful you

It had to be you

By the way, by the way

Take her hand.

When we meet the preacher, I'll say

Yes, sir, that's my baby

No, sir, don't mean maybe

Yes, sir, that's my baby now

Everybody hand in hand

Swinging down the lane

Everybody feeling grand

Swinging down the lane

That's the time I miss the bliss

That we might have known

Nights like this

When I'm all alone

Oh, not so hard.

You should be very thankful, young lady,

getting a bath every night.

When I was your age,

I got a bath only on Saturday.

- Boy, were you lucky.

- Donald, what are you sitting there moping?

Promotion's tomorrow.

You don't know your poem.

- Now, come on, take it from the top.

- Okay.

Ay, tear that tattered ensign down!

That long has waved on high

You're reading it like

it's a label on a bottle of ketchup.

Ay, tear her battered ensign down!

And long has it waved on high

On high

And many an eye has danced to see

That banner in the sky;

Who asked you?

I was just helping.

Look, I'm big enough

to recite my own poem.

- I'm big enough to take my own bath.

- Shut up.

- That's right. You don't have to soap her.

- Look, I pay all the bills.

Let me make believe

I'm a member of this family.

Telephone, dear.

How do these kids get so dirty?

- It's New York calling. Florenz Ziegfeld.

- Who?

- Florenz Ziegfeld.

- Ziegfeld?

- Hello?

- Hello, Gus. This is...

- Hello?

- Giddyup, boy. Come on.

Hello, Mr. Ziegfeld.

Yeah, yeah, this is Gus Kahn.

Come on, boy. Giddyup, come on, boy.

Yeah. All right.

You want me to write a show for you?

- Step on it.

- Step on it? Donald, be quiet.

- Get down.

- Giddyup.

- Donald, get down.

- Giddyup.

Just a minute, please.

Donald, Donald, I mean it. Get down.

Please stop pestering your father.

He's talking business.

Hello, I'm sorry.

Wanna come to New York

and do this show?

Well, yes, I'm very flattered, Mr. Ziegfeld,

but why do I have to go to New York?

- I want Daddy to button me.

- Come here, I'll button you.

No, I was talking to my little girl.

Look, I have a nice new house here

and my wife likes me around.

My kids are very happy.

We're eating three square meals a day.

Are things any better in New York?

- This is the way I've always worked.

- Mr. Ziegfeld, this is Grace Kahn.

- May I ask who's starring in the show?

- Eddie Cantor.

- Oh, really? Who's the composer?

- Walter Donaldson.

Gus, it's Walter Donaldson.

I wouldn't care if it was Beethoven

unless he's in Chicago.

- Hang up.

- You're impossible.

- Mr. Ziegfeld.

- Who's Ludwig van Beethoven?

- A piano player who looked like this:

- I think it's a wonderful idea. Yes, I do.

Gus, will you please be quiet?

This is too good a chance

for Gus to miss.

- Will he do it?

- Yes.

- What are you doing?

- He'll be in New York.

- Grace, give me that.

- Fine, we'll consider it closed.

- Honey, I hurt you?

- Mommy.

- No, it's all right.

- Anna. Anna. Quick.

- What is it? What happened?

- Daddy hit Mama.

- It was an accident.

- Right in the eye.

- Dear?

- Oh, go away.

I was trying to help him,

but he insists on being a problem.

And he struck you?

Ziegfeld offered him a show

and he turned it down.

- Please.

- He turned it down?

Please, let me make one decision.

All right, make it. Stay in Chicago

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