Little Miss Broadway Page #4

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Well, let's see.

I think about,

well, 10 years.

[ Laughing ]

- No. Suppose we make it one year?

- Oh, no, no. That's too much.

No. I'm sure these gentlemen

would rather pay one year in advance.

- Wouldn't you?

- Yes, sir. Certainly.

Then they wouldn't have to worry

about the rent, and neither would you.

There you are, sir.

Fifty-two times 40 is 2,008.

- Gee! You're awful good in arithmetic.

- [ Chuckling ]

That's fine.

Uh, 426.

I'll take them up.

Follow me, gentlemen.

? Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi-- ?

[ Clears Throat ]

Say, how are

the acoustics here?

Oh, we don't have any.

We use Flit.

- [ Laughing ]

- She uses Flit!

Come on.

[ Laughing Continues ]

[ Sighs ]

I hope it don't bounce.

- I don't think it will.

- [ Footsteps Approaching ]

Pop, here's

25 bucks more.

I got it, Jimmy.

I got the 2,500.

What? And we just made

the supreme sacrifice! Look!

- What happened?

- We done a striptease in a pawnshop.

Georgie. Georgie, where are you?

Your watch!

Marco, your dummy!

Take your drums away, Jerry!

Take 'em away!

Here's the cello

for Heinie!

Here's your piccolo.

Here you are, Syd. Take it away.

The twins.

- Your paternity pins.

- [ Together] Thanks, Jimmy.

- Ole. Your waker-upper.

- Oh, thank you, Jimmy.

Oh, no, no, no!

P-Please don't do that.

Jimmy, how you get them

out the hock?

Ask me no questions.

- Mr. Wendling?

- Oh, hello. You still mad?

How could I be after all you've done

for us? May I say thank you?

Well, sure, if you'll omit the ""mister''

and make it plain ""Roger.''

- Thank you, Roger.

- That's okay.

Barbara, Betsy wants you upstairs

to help her with her reading lesson.

Tell her I'll be right up.

Could I go along?

I used to be very good at reading.

- Well, Betsy's in the third grade.

- Third grade? [ Whistles ] That high?

- Well, maybe I could learn something.

- Come on!

"""Run for your life,' said the little

princess. "I am the cap--''' ""Cap--''

- Now slowly. What's this?

- ""Tive.'' ""Captive.'' Oh, yeah.

""I am the captive of a wicked, old sor--''

""Sor--'' ""Sorce--''

Sorceress.

You mustn't tell her.

Let her figure the words out herself.

"""I'm not afraid,'

said the brave young prince.

"I have come to rescue you

and take you to my castle.'''

I like him.

""But you are in

great pearl--''

Peril.

That means danger.

Then why doesn't

it say ""danger''?

All right.

Skip it.

""Suddenly there was

a great roar behind him.

""It was the wicked old "sore-sorce-ess'

riding on her broom.

""On her shoulder

was a dodo bird...

and the dodo bird was

whispering in her ear--''

- [ Softly ] This is Winchell's daily chatter.

- Mmm.

""That expensive speed buggy parked daily

in front of Pop Shea's Hotel Variety...

""belongs to

the Roger Wendling...

and the reason is Pop's

lovely daughter, Barbara.''

I thought it my duty to

inform you, Miss Wendling.

So that's why he hasn't

been dining at home.

Cancel my reservations.

I'll take a later train to Newport.

I'll put a stop

to all this right now.

?[ Up-tempoJazz ]

[ Laughing ] Look, I wanna show you here.

[ Indistinct ]

Now look. Up here's the little boy.

The little boy comes down here.

And he's got a dog,

but the dog won't come downstairs.

The little boy goes upstairs,

and he chucks the dog downstairs.

Ain't that good?

So you don't like that.

Look, come here. I show you another.

?[ Continues ]

Come, come. Isn't there anyone

looking after this place?

No! You all can't call south Brooklyn.

It's 10 cents in advance.

Come, come.

With or without bath?

I don't want a bath--

I mean a room.

I want to talk to that man

Shea's daughter.

She's upstairs right now.

Is there anything I can do?

There is-- Have her

come downstairs at once.

Park yourself over there,

and I'll see if I can get her.

[ Mouths Words ]

You got a cigarette,

grandma?

- No, and I'm not your grandmother.

- It's okay by me, toots.

Too--

- What a face! What a face!

- [ Raspberries ]

- What?

- Gordon's play.

You'd be great for the old witch.

Oh, I would.

Well, don't blow that smoke in my face.

[ Screams, Clears Throat ]

[ Ole ] Come on, Oscar.

We're going up.

Hello, Aunt Sarah.

It's the old pumpkin.

So this is where you've been

wasting your time.

Aunt Sarah, please. Please.

Uh, Barbara, Betsy.

I'd like you to meet my aunt.

- This is Miss Shea and Miss Betsy Shea.

Miss Wendling.

- How do you do?

Young lady, I've come here

to tell you...

that I want you to

let this nephew of mine alone.

You let him pay your rent,

didn't you?

- Aunt Sarah!

- I don't have to listen to this.

Aunt Sarah, that was uncalled for,

unkind and untrue.

Uncle Roger didn't give us any money.

We got it from--

- [ Clears Throat ]

- from someone else.

Oh, so it's Uncle Roger now.

- Is this-- this woman your mother?

- Practically.

- Betsy is Mr. Shea's adopted child.

- Adopted her?

So they brought her to this wholesome

atmosphere. Nice place for a child.

Why, she's using her as a decoy, and

you haven't sense enough to realize it.

Aunt Sarah, you don't know

what you're saying!

Roger, I want you to get out of here

and stay out.

- You forget that I am over 21 .

- You forget I control your finances.

I won't allow any Broadway gold digger

to get your money if I can help it.

Stand aside.

Did she mean me?

[ Chuckles ]

No, I don't think so, Betsy.

I don't know what

she's talking about...

but I'll bet she's gonna

make trouble for us.

- Yes, I'm ringing him, mister.

- Flossie?

Just a minute.

Flossie, there's somethin'

I've been wantin' to ask you.

- Yes?

- A man gets lonesome knockin'...

around with no one to talk to

but a five-piece orchestra...

- and livin' in a--

- Hotel Variety.

That's right.

I was wonderin', if I asked

a certain girl to marry me...

- what would she say?

- You're on a busy line, stupid.

- Go ahead.

- I withdraw the question.

- I wanna see Mr. Shea. Is he around?

- Somebody calling me?

The law.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you?

- What's this?

- What's the matter, Pop?

It's for Betsy.

Now, if you could come around

tomorrow morning--

Sorry. I don't like this

any more than you.

But I gotta take her

back tonight.

Look here, Officer, you can't take Betsy

back to the orphan asylum.

You know why? 'Cause Betsy ain't here.

She's down south in dear old Dixie.

[ Flossie ]

sure. Visitin'with my folks.

? I wish I was in Dixie ?

? Away, away ?

- Hey, are you crazy?

- Yeah. No!

You see, we don't wanna lose Betsy.

That's why I lied to you.

She's up in her room.

- What's the number?

- 220.

I'll go and get her.

- But where are we gonna take her?

- Over to my house.

Your house? Impossible.

I don't think Miss Wendling

likes me very well.

She'll never know. She's gone to Newport

and won't be back for a month.

I guess they'd never think

of looking for her there.

No. Come on, Betsy.

Upsy-daisy.

Hang on tight now.

Hold her, Barbara.

Yeah. I got her.

- There you are.

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