Little Miss Broadway Page #2

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- Come on. In you go.

- Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

I've gotta go up there and

see about stopping that music.

- Oh, no. I like it.

- You do?

- Yes, especially that song.

- Well, it is a pretty song.

- Know why I like it?

- No. Why?

The words are just the way

I feel about you and Pop.

No foolin'?

Lots of times I wanted to thank you,

oh, ever so much.

Well, you don't have to,

darling.

I'm afraid I can't

'cause--

? How can I thank you ?

? How do I start ?

? The words are somewhere ?

? Around my heart ?

? If I could say ?

? In a word or two ?

? How much it means ?

? To be loved by you ?

? Then I could thank you ?

? For all you've done ?

? But I don't know what ?

? To do ?

? What can you say ?

? When a dream comes true ?

? How can I ever ?

? Thank you ?

Mmm. Don't you try to, dear.

Now you just close your eyes

and go right to sleep.

- Happy dreams.

- [ Sighs ] Thanks.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

You old pumpkin!

We've gotta stick together.

It's one for all, and divided we fall.

The wolf is at the door,

and the handwriting is on the wall.

- Pop's always been regular with us.

- He sure has.

So what does

it get him?

A shady nook behind

the eight ball.

We gotta go out and hock

everything we own.

Jewelry, trunks, instruments,

props, everything.

We've got our sorority pins.

Get all the dough you can

and give it to Pop.

If it wasn't for Pop, we'd all

have barnacles on our hips...

from sleeping on park benches.

And that's what'll happen if

that old battle-ax next door...

puts him out of the hotel.

It's up to us

to raise some dough.

Jimmy,

here's my watch.

What about that

stickpin?

Oh-Oh, wait, wait!

You're choking me!

My goodness,

don't pull it so hard.

- I'll give it to you.

- [ Laughing ]

- Yes?

- May I see Miss Sarah Wendling, please?

- She's not at home.

- When will she be back?

I don't know.

[ Vehicle Approaching ]

[ Tires screeching ]

If you're lookin' for Miss Wendling,

she isn't home.

- Is that so?

- I'm waiting for her too.

- You are?

- Oh, yes, on important business.

Well, uh, maybe if it's very important,

I might put in a good word for you.

- Do you know Miss Wendling?

- Oh, yes, very well.

- She's my aunt.

- She is? Well, say...

would you please give her this...

and tell her it's on account

for the rent of the hotel?

[ Rattles ]

- The hotel? What hotel?

- Next door.

And will you please ask her

to wait until Pop can pay her the rest?

Well, uh-- uh, whom shall I say

this is from?

Betsy. No, from Pop--

Mr. Shea.

[ Chuckles ] Well, maybe it'd be

a better idea...

if you came inside

and told her yourself.

But she's not in.

He said so.

Oh, he did?

I have an idea he's been

imagining things.

- Miss Wendling is in, isn't she, Simmons?

- She's in the library, sir.

Oh!

Oh.

[ Gasps ] Stand in the corner.

Go on. Hide your face.

You big fibber!

That'll be all,

Simmons.

Why, if anyone did a thing

like that at the orphanage...

they'd have to stand

in the corner for an hour.

At the orphanage?

Mm-hmm. I used to be an orphan

before Pop adopted me.

Well, now that's a coincidence.

You know, I used to be an orphan myself.

Too bad we weren't orphans

at the same time.

- We could've had lots of fun together.

- [ Laughs ] I'll bet we could.

- Will you excuse me a minute?

- Mm-hmm.

? [ Music Box Plays ]

Say, that's cute.

Where'd you learn that?

-Jimmy and the Bandits.

- The what?

- The jazz band.

- Oh. Look at this.

That's good too.

Where'd you learn that?

At Harvard. You've heard

of the Hasty Pudding club?

Mm-mmm. But I'll bet

it tastes good.

- We dancers have got to stick together.

- Absolutely.

? We should be together ?

? Like the walls

and ceiling ?

? Like a door

and doorknob ?

? Like the hat

on your knob ?

? Like butler goes

with doorbell ?

? Keyhole with key ?

? I think we'll get by ?

? If you'll stick with me ?

? We should be together ?

? Like the frame

and picture ?

? Like shoes

and stockings ?

? Like the clock's

tick-tockings ?

- ? Like tap and toe like high and low ?

- ? Stop and go, honey ?

- ? You're a perfect lady ?

- ? You're a regular guy ?

[ Laughs ]

Oh, thanks.

? We should be together

you and I ?

[ Dings ]

- ? You're a cup of coffee ?

- Ho, ho!

? You're a peachy pie ?

? We should be together

you and I ?

- Roger, what's going on?

- Oh, g-good morning, Aunt Sarah.

Betsy, this is Miss Wendling,

and this is Uncle Willoughby.

How do you do,

Miss Wendling?

- How do you do, Mr. Uncle Willoughby?

- Charmed, I'm sure.

What nonsense are you up to?

This isn't nonsense.

This is high finance.

[ Rattles ]

Hear the pretty music?

This young lady wants

to give you money to pay the rent.

- Oh, nonsense!

- Come on, Betsy.

- So you've gone in for social service?

- Oh, not exactly, Aunt Sarah.

- I just met an acquaintance here.

- [ Rattles ]

There's almost five dollars in there.

I'm sure Pop'll have the rest of it

for you very soon.

- Bless my soul!

- Keep your soul out of this.

- You'll please get rid of this child.

- But, Aunt Sarah--

If those people think they can

play on my sympathy like this...

they're greatly mistaken.

I'll have my rent-- all of it--

or out they go.

Please, Miss Wendling.

Please don't put Pop out of the hotel.

He and Barbara and Jimmy and everybody,

they'll have no place to live.

That's their affair,

not mine.

But, Aunt Sarah,

aren't you being a little bit hard?

- Yes, Sarah, I think--

- Think to yourself.

The place is an infernal nuisance,

full of worthless, disreputable actors.

They are not disputable!

They're very good actors.

- Thank you.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Roger.

-Just charge it to my share of the estate.

-[ Laughs ]

Simmons.

You will get rid of this child.

You don't need to get rid of me.

I can go.

Just a moment, Betsy.

Aunt Sarah, I don't wish

to seem impertinent...

but after all, I do have

a third interest in the hotel.

As long as I have charge of

the Wendling estate...

I'll handle it in my own way.

Simmons, see this child

to the door. Stand aside.

Uh, that'll be all, Simmons.

I'll see the young lady home.

- Come on, Betsy.

- Wait. Shh.Just a minute.

- Here, take these.

- Thanks, Uncle Willoughby.

- Simmons, get my hat and coat, please.

- Very good, sir.

Say, I may want to see you

about this a little later.

No, no, no. I don't want

to be involved, but I'll be at the club.

Come, come, young lady.

Cheer up, darling. Cheer up.

I guess I'm not

a very good businesswoman.

Oh, that's great. Then you won't

grow up to be like my Aunt Sarah.

- [ Laughs ] Shh.

- Come on, honey.

Thank you, Simmons.

See you later, Uncle Willoughby.

- Good-bye, Mr. Uncle Willoughby.

- Bye-bye, Betsy.

And if you say one word to my sister

about those cookies...

I'll smack you

right in the kisser.

Very good, sir.

You know you shouldn't have

gone over there without permission.

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