Little Miss Broadway Page #5

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- Thanks an awful lot.

Will you and Pop and everybody

come over to see me?

- You bet we will. Good night, darling.

- Good night.

[ Giggles ]

[ Laughs ]

Come on, Betsy.

- Good night.

- Good night, darling.

[ Softly ]

Good night.

Good night, darling.

Don't cry, Betsy.

They can't do this to us.

We'll take it up to the Supreme Court,

to Washington, to Lincoln.

Officer,

take your prisoner.

- I'm sorry, old boy.

- I know.Just doin' your duty.

Now run along

before I give vent to my emotions.

Say, where are you going

with my wife?

- What do you mean, your wife?

- You keep away from my wife...

or I'll smack you

down to my size.

- But I only did it to help Betsy.

- Ah!

Ah, Georgie, listen to me.

Now don't be sore.

We had to help little Betsy.

[ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Door Opens ]

What's the matter, darling?

Something wrong?

No, nothing,

Uncle Willoughby.

- Only--

- Only what?

Couldn't I go over to the hotel

for just a few minutes?

Oh, no, dear, no. There's been a detective

over there every day this week.

Now you just be patient

a little longer.

But I was sure someone would come over--

especially today.

Why?

What's today?

Come on. Tell me.

It's my birthday.

Your birthday.

My, my.

At the orphanage, they always had

a birthday cake for me.

Well, Pop and Barbara have been very busy,

but we'll make up for it.

Come on. Let's go

downstairs, huh?

You won't miss just

one birthday party.

You'll have so many more birthdays

and so many more parties.

How about some cookies?

But it just doesn't seem

like a birthday at all.

Well, when the detectives stop

hanging around in another week or so...

maybe we can sneak over to the hotel

and have a fine big party.

What do you say?

What do you say?

Oh, dear. I haven't even wished you

a happy birthday myself.

Happy birthday!

? Happy birthday to you ?

? Happy birthday to you ?

- ? Happy birthday, dear Betsy ?

- [ Cheering ]

- ? Happy birthday to you ?

- Speech! Speech!

- [Jimmy ] Congratulations!

- [ Cheering, Applauding Continues ]

speech! speech!

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-- ?

Betsy, darling.

This is no time for tears.

This is your birthday.

On behalf of the hoi polloi

gathered here...

I just wanna say

many happy returns...

- and when do we eat?

- Yeah!

- Now!

- [ Chattering ]

[ Whistles ]

It's the big parade.

What a joint!

What a joint.

Oh, thank you.

That-That's very nice of you.

- [ Blows ]

- Good blow!

- Happy birthday!

- Cut the cake, Betsy! Cut the cake.

- Yes, come on.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Oh, my goodness.

Get out. Get out,

all of you!

You call this

hospitality?

I'll take it up

with Emily Post.

Where are you taking that child?

Where do you suppose?

I'm taking her home!

- Officer!

- See here, Sarah!

You keep out of this,

you Judas.

There's the child

you're after.

- You let her alone! Come, Betsy.

-Just a minute.

Don't you hurt Pop!

Don't you dare hurt Pop!

We're not going

to hurt anyone.

No need in getting excited.

We've got orders.

No, no!

I wanna stay with Pop!

Well, I don't blame you.

You just come along now...

and your pop can straighten

things out later.

I'm afraid you'll have

to go with him, Betsy.

But I don't wanna go to the orphanage.

I wanna stay with you.

Don't cry, darling.

I'll come and see you,

and I'll--

I'll get you out again.

[ Whimpers ]

You mean old pumpkin!

Good-bye, Pop.

Good-bye, Betsy.

[ sarah ]

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

[ Clattering ]

I wish you were a man

for about five minutes.

Now, Sarah!

You listen to me.

I suppose if Simmons

hadn't warned me in time...

you probably would have

had all these freaks living here.

Well, it was the child's birthday,

and people just happened to drop in.

A likely story.

Where's Roger?

- Out with that scheming Shea girl, I suppose.

- No!

- On the contrary, he's--

- ? Happy birthday-- ?

Well, uh, what kind

of a birthday party is this?

You're a little late,

aren't you?

Where is everyone?

Where's Betsy?

On her way to the orphan asylum,

where she'll be among decent people--

- Come on, Barbara.

- Wait! Young lady!

You can give your father a message:

He's being dispossessed.

- You can't!

- I'm tearing the hotel down.

He's paid his rent.

He's violated his lease by

having all sorts of animals.

He'll save himself a lot of

trouble by getting right out.

- I'll have something to say about that.

- I'm afraid not...

as our attorney

will inform you.

Furthermore, I warn you, if you continue

your association with this woman--

Continue it? I've been trying to get her

to make it permanent.

- Come on, Barbara.

- Roger, wait!

Roger!

- Snitcher!

- [ Thuds ]

It really isn't

so very nice out there.

There's practically no one to play with--

just grown-ups.

- And you know how tiresome they can be.

- [ All ] Yeah.

Didn't you have

any fun at all?

Well, it was fun singing

with Uncle Willoughby's quartet.

And Jimmy was

awfully good to me.

And Pop and--

and Barbara.

[ Sobs ]

Aw, come on.

It's not so bad here.

[ All ]

No! It's not!

It's no use crying about it.

Remember what you used to tell us?

- To be optimistic?

- Don't be a grumpy.

And when the road gets bumpy,

just smile.

Your troubles can't be

as bad as all that.

- And when you're sad as all that--

- Nobody loves you.

? Be optimistic ?

? Don't you be a grumpy ?

? When the road gets bumpy

just smile ?

? Smile and be happy ?

? Your troubles can't be

as bad as all that ?

? When you're sad as all that ?

? No one loves you ?

? Be optimistic ?

? Don't you be a mourner ?

? Brighten up that corner ?

- ? And smile ?

- ? Smile ?

- ? Smile ?

? Don't wear a long face

it's never in style ?

? Be optimistic and smile ?

It's my property and my money

just as much as it's hers...

and trustee or no trustee,

she's got to give it to me.

- What did you ask her?

- I asked her for the hotel and $50,000...

just enough to rent

a theater and back a show...

to give those poor devils

a chance to earn a living.

- You'll never get it.

- But I've got to get it!

Mr. Fiske, you're a lawyer.

Tell me. What can I do?

Don't get me in this. I don't want

to get tangled with Sarah Wendling.

- [ Together] Me either.

- I'm just asking for advice.

- I'd rather not have anything to do with it.

- You can't fight Sarah Wendling.

Very well, gentlemen. Then we'll

just allow these people to starve.

People that you all

know and admire.

And don't forget, you're just a bunch

of ham actors yourselves.

- [ All Arguing ]

- Gentlemen, I'm surprised

that you'd sit here...

and make beggars and panhandlers

out of the same artists...

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