Rose of Washington Square Page #3

Boys, this is Mr. Sam Kress.

Mr. Kress, this is Ted Cotter

and, uh, Whitey Boone.

- How are you, boys?

- How do you do, Mr. Kress?

- Nice little act you got.

- They seem to like it.

You've got something new

with that partner in the box.

The singing's okay, but that plant

in the box, that's a great topper.

The man probably never lived didn't want

to throw a few insults at a bum comic.

- Bum comic? Now, wait... - That's

exactly the way the boys figured it.

- An audience gets a big bang out of seeing

a comic get kidded. - That's the idea.

Now all you have to do is build it up

a little bit, and you've got something.

How about taking a walk? We'll work out some

sort of deal for the Winter Garden show?

Okay, Mr. Kress.

Good night, boys.

- Watch him.

- But, mister-

- What do you want?

- My name isn't Whitey Boone.

Maybe it "used" to be,

but it is now.

Whitey Boone.

- Here you are, cowboy. Buy yourself

a reindeer. - Thanks, friend.

It's still a little early, boys. You can't

play big league poker on an empty stomach.

Bart Clinton. I was here

the other evening with Mr. Benchley.

You got any kind

of identification, Mr. Clinton?

We gotta be careful

these days.

Yes, I have

my driver's license.

And a business card. I was here

with Mr. Benchley and Mr. Vanderbilt.

Oh, I remember.

- These, uh-These gents with you?

- Oh, yeah. They're okay.

Here we are.

One check, please.

Thank you.

This way, boys.

You know, this little game

I'm taking you to tonight...

they're probably not

the best players in the world.

- We just like a friendly game.

- Well, that's what it'll be.

- Table stakes and a few laughs.

- It sounds swell.

- Yeah. Well, here's looking at you.

- Well, here goes.

#I'm in love, so in love #

# Who is the guy, who is the guy #

# You're crazy about #

#Oh, who'd like to know

You'd like to know #

# Well, hear me shoutin'#

- #I'm just wild about Harry #

- Excuse me.

#And Harry's wild

about me #

# The heavenly blisses of his kisses #

# Fill me with ecstasy #

# He's sweet just like

chocolate candy #

#And just like honey

from a bee #

#Oh, I'm just wild

about Harry #

# And he's

just wild about #

# Cannot do without #

# He's just wild about me #

#And he's #

# Sweet #

# Like candy #

# And just like honey

from a bumblebee #

# Oh #

# I'm just wild about #

# H-A-double-R-Y#

# And he's just wild about #

# Cannot do without #

# He's just wild about me #

It's a raid!

Get rid of your drinks, quickly!

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

Settle down!

Now, take it easy, folks.

Just behave yourselves, and you'll all

be out of here in a few minutes.

You're not under arrest.

We only want the people who work here.

All right, boys, round them up.

You get the hats and coats.

I'll be back in a second.

Come on.

Hurry up, you dope. Come on.

- Bart!

- Save it. From now on, you're my guests.

- But, Bart, I can't-

- Come on. Hurry up.

Wise guy, eh?

You take care of her.

Now, listen.

If the cops ask any questions, you don't work

here. You came here with me. Understand?

- Yeah.

- Okay, come on.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

- Okay.

- Why, it's Mr. Clinton, I believe.

Top of the evening to you, Captain.

Taxi.

- Uptown, cowboy.

- Yes, sir.

Hey!

Hey, Clinton!

Oh, he ditched us.

Well, shall we go somewhere else

and have a snort or two?

- Sounds swell.

- Sure.

Well, come on, you all.

Why did you go away?

Don't you know?

Trouble?

Well, there was a-

a misunderstanding.

- You could have told me.

- I didn't want you to know.

Remember what I said

that night?

No matter what you say

or what you do...

it seems to be

all right with me.

- You mean that, don't you?

- Mm-hmm.

It doesn't seem possible,

but you do.

Stuyvesant-5276.

- That it?

- Mm-hmm.

Twenty times, I've picked up

the phone to call you.

- I wanted to so badly.

- Is that misunderstanding over?

Well, then that's all

there is to it.

Oh, Rose, darling.

There's nobody else

in the world like you.

# You've shattered

each and every dream #

# You fooled me

from the start #

# And though you're not true

may God bless you #

# That's the curse of

an aching heart #

# Yes, I said heart #

Up off it, me lad.

We're home.

- All right.

- Easy does it now.

- Windsor Castle, eh?

- Righto.

- New York branch.

- Yeah, that's right.

Give me my coat now.

Here we are, governor.

- That's all right, governor.

- Let me help you.

Up you go.

- Ted!

- Give me my hat.

- Is this Bart?

- Yes.

What's the matter

with you, Ted?

I've just been talking

to a friend of yours, Mr. Clinton.

- How's that? - Mike Cavanaugh of

the New York Police Department.

- Remember?

- Mmm, no, I don't know him.

Well, he remembers you,

you cheap thief.

- Cut it out.

- You know that's what he is- a cheap thief.

You know why he ran out on you last summer?

The coppers chased him out.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- Am I right?

- It's a lie.

- Come on, Bart. Pay no attention to him.

- He ain't gonna leave, not yet.

- You better beat it.

- No, I won't.

- I'm gonna teach you a lesson, pal.

From now on,

stick to your own kind.

Run around with tramps,

but keep your dirty paws off this kid!

Why, you-

- I'll teach the heel.

- Stop it, Ted, you fool! You crazy fool!

- Rose, don't you understand?

The guy's a crook. - Oh, let go of me!

- Let go of me!

- You mean you don't care?

Oh, beat it!

Beat it! Beat it!

Come on, darling.

Do you think you can make it?

- I don't know.

- Come on.

Come on, now.

Come on.

You'll be all right. Come on.

Come on, darling.

Over here.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh.

Baby.

So that was

Mr. Ted Cotter, huh?

Oh, I could kill him.

Oh, gee, but I had a lovely time.

- Oh, can't we keep on going?

- It isn't time to go home yet.

- Yeah, can't we find another spot?

- No.

Why, honey!

What happened

to him?

Oh, there was a little trouble with

the cops, but he talked his way out of it.

Looks more like

he talked his way into it.

- How about it, Peggy?

- How about a little snort somewhere?

Aw, forget 'em. Let's go to bed.

You all right now, dear?

- Yeah, I'm all right, honey. I'll call

you in the morning. - All right.

- Good night, dear.

- Good night, y'all!

Hey, Bart.

Say, how about that little game?

It's only 5:
00.

- Yeah, shank of the evening.

- You mean you still want to play?

- Sure. Why not?

- Yeah.

No, forget about that game.

Go on home and stop being chumps.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

# When the wintry winds

start blowing #

# And the snow is

starting in to fall #

# Then my eyes

turn westward knowing #

# That's the place that

I love best of all #

# California

I've been blue #

# Since I've been away

from you #

# I can't wait

till I get going #

# Even now I'm starting in

to call #

# California, here I come #

# Right back where

I started from #

# Where bowers of flowers

bloom in the spring #

# Each morning at dawning

birdies sing and everything #

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