Lady Be Good Page #4

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Hi, Buddy... Oh, I'm sorry.

You look just like Buddy Crawford.

Better watch that.

- Hi, Buddy.

- Hello, Red.

- Have you heard it yet?

- Heard what?

Eddie and Dixie wrote a new tune.

And is it terrific.

What do you know?

When can I hear it?

Well, I'll sing it for you right now.

Calling Mr. Crawford.

Did that come out of me?

Calling Mr. Crawford.

- Here you are, fellow.

You got me off-key there.

- Is she on the phone?

- Yes. Booth 3.

- I'll handle it. I'll tell her you're out of town.

- I'll handle it.

Well, how about the new song?

- Hello, Dixie.

- Hello, Buddy, how are you?

Yes, the former Mrs. Crane speaking.

I got your flowers this morning,

they're beautiful.

You wouldn't be kidding me,

would you?

Kidding on the square. Now that you're back

in circulation, how about giving me a break?

- What are you doing the next two months?

- Oh, take it easy. Take it easy.

Buddy, I'm in Max Milton's office

and we want you to come over...

...to hear a new song

Eddie and I have written.

Yes, congratulations.

Joe was just telling me.

I'd love you to sing it for me.

In fact, I'd love you. Period.

Hi, Red.

Oh, hello, Eddie.

Say, I've been plugging your new song.

- How's it going? Do people like it?

- Nuts about it. I sang it for Buddy.

He raved. He wants to

use it on the air right away.

That's nice of him.

He'll do a great job on it.

- Sell a lot of copies.

- Yeah.

I was just thinking,

too bad you and Dixie split out.

We'll have to send the royalties

in two checks, huh?

- Yeah.

- I guess you don't feel too hot about it.

- Oh, forget it. I don't like to talk about it.

- Yeah, that's the way it goes.

When love flies out the window,

it always leaves a scar.

I guess you don't feel too good,

do you, kid?

I mean, Dixie's so marvelous.

Well, of course, it's none of my business,

but you look terrible.

- I guess she gave you the air, huh?

- Why, we're still the best of friends.

- Uh-oh. That's a sure sign it's off for keeps.

- Oh, shut up, will you?

Well, you don't have to get sore.

- What's the matter, Eddie?

- Where's Buddy?

He's over there making a phone call.

Guy brought a note in for...

Hey, Crawford.

- Hello, Eddie.

- I wanna see you, you...

- Why, you sound mad.

- I am.

- At me?

- Yes, you, you...

- You heel.

- Why, Eddie, what's eating you?

- I figured you might be the guy.

- What guy?

The snake in the grass.

- Aren't you being just a little silly?

- I am, am I?

- How would you like a punch?

- For what?

- For trying to chisel in on my wife.

- Oh, use your head.

Yeah. You haven't got a wife.

- You were talking to her on the phone.

- About business.

Don't kid me. What business

would she have with you?

Well, now, you'd be surprised.

Oh, I would? Why, I'll...

- You dope. Think of his public.

- Get out of here.

- I know what I'm doing.

- Look.

- Dixie wrote a new song.

- We wrote a new song.

Did you hear that? We.

I don't care how many

of you wrote the song.

Dixie wants me to sing it.

"Your Words And My Music"

is one song you'll never sing.

- Yes, I will.

- You won't.

Say, this is a new angle

in song plugging.

If Dixie wants me to sing it,

I'm gonna sing it.

You do, and I'll knock it

back in your teeth.

Hey, Buddy.

Now, ladies and gentlemen...

...I would like to sing for the first time,

a song written by Miss Dixie Donegan...

...and Mr. Eddie Crane.

It's always a pleasure

to introduce any song of theirs...

...especially since my very lovely

little friend Miss Dixie Donegan...

...is our guest here tonight.

Well, how do you like that?

You ought to take a poke

at that guy.

You can't tell me she's not stuck on him.

I'm not trying to.

Your words

And my music

Could make such a beautiful song

A simple chorus

As warm as the spring

We'll get our big thrill

When we hear everyone singing

Your words

And my music

And although its theme may be worn

With your words

And my music

A wonderful love song

Is born

Boy, when he sings like that

I gotta forgive him.

Yeah.

You can't blame Dixie for falling for him.

With your words

And my music

A wonderful love song

Is born

That's fine, Mr. Crawford.

You can now go over and sit

with the very lovely Miss Donegan.

Eddie, why don't you go to bed

and get a good night's sleep?

Sleep? Are you kidding?

Well, then let's go out someplace

where we can get a drink.

No.

Oh, don't take it so tough, kid.

Suppose they do get married.

There's always a chance

they won't get along.

Look at your own case.

Your words

My music

Could make a beautiful song

A simple chorus

Warm as the spring

We'll get our big thrill

We'll get our big thrill

When we hear everybody singing

Your words

My music

And though its theme may be worn

Your words

Your words and my music

I wonder where I parked my car.

Your words

My tune

Such a lovely love song is born

Is born

Hello, Lull.

Gee, I didn't know you couldn't sing.

Hello, chums.

- Hello.

- I just caught you on the air, Buddy.

- No kidding, you were terrific.

- Gee, thanks.

- Even Eddie had to admit it.

- Well.

- Eddie?

- We were listening up at his place.

- Why didn't you bring him along?

- I tried to, but he was too tired.

He'd rather stay home all night

over a hot torch.

I never saw such a guy.

The minute he heard you were

with Buddy, he starts to burn.

Oh, but this is strictly business,

Buddy's our salesman.

Don't give me that old

"business" business.

Say, Red.

- Yes?

Why don't you open that little door

and fly back into the clock?

Open what door?

What clock?

Oh. Yeah.

Well, what are you in hysterics about?

Good evening, Mr. Crane.

- Where's Miss Donegan's table?

- Oh, she's right over there.

Thanks.

Hello.

Well, as I live and breathe, it's Torchy.

Hello, Eddie.

Why, Eddie, Red said you'd gone to bed.

Oh, yeah. Well, I just went

down to the corner to get a paper...

...and on the way back,

I saw the lights burning...

...so I thought I'd drop in.

- Well, sit down.

- Thanks.

Eddie, I'm sorry

about the misunderstanding at the club.

It wasn't any misunderstanding.

I just have to be careful about my hands

on account of playing the piano.

- Well, what happened?

- Oh, it wasn't anything.

Just a little argument.

Eddie went out

and left Buddy standing there.

Dixie, I wanna talk to you.

Well, all right.

No, I mean, alone.

Well, I'll just send everybody home,

huh?

No, Dixie, I'm in earnest.

Well, I'm in a party,

so you'll just have to wait.

This steak big enough, sir?

Well, just a moment.

Would you try that for size?

- Bring two of those.

- Two?

Yeah, one for me

and another one for her.

Now I'd like to present,

for the first time at the Club Sirocco...

...three solid citizens

who are definitely out of this world.

And at all times,

they are really cooking with gas.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Berry Brothers.

Ah

You'll never know

If an apple is ripe

Till you bite it

You bite it

Whoa

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