Singin' in the Rain Page #5

Moses, he knowses

His toeses aren't roses

As Moses supposes his toeses to be

Moses supposes his toeses are roses

But Moses supposes erroneously

For Moses knowses

His toeses aren't roses

As Moses supposes his toeses to be

A rose is a rose

Is a rose is a rose is

A rose is what Moses

Supposes his toes is

Couldn't be a lily

Or a taffy daffy dilly

It's gotta be a rose

'Cause it rhymes with "mose"

Moses

"A"

All right, here we go.

- Quiet!

Quiet.

Roll'em!

Oh, Pierre. You shouldn't have come.

She's gotta talk into the mike.

I can't pick it up.

Cut!

What's the matter?

It's Lina.

Look, Lina, don't you remember?

I told you.

There's a microphone right there...

...in the bush.

- Yeah.

You have to talk into it.

I was talking.

Wasn't I, Miss Dinsmore?

Yes, my dear. But please remember,

round tones.

"Pierre, you shouldn't have come."

Pierre, you shouldn't have come.

That's much better...

Hold it a second.

Now, Lina, look.

Here's the mike.

Right here in the bush.

Yeah.

Now, you talk towards it.

The sound goes through the cable

to the box.

A man records it

on a big record in wax...

...but you have to talk

into the mike first.

In the bush!

Now try it again.

Gee, this is dumb.

She'll get it, Dexter.

Don't worry.

We're all nervous the first day.

Everything will be okay.

By the way. You know the scene

coming up where I say:

"Imperious princess of the night"?

I don't like those lines.

Is it all right if I say what I always do?

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

Sure. Any way it's comfortable.

But into the bush!

Okay.

Again!

Quiet!

Roll'em!

Cut!

We're missing every other word.

You've got to talk into the mike!

Well, I can't make love to a bush!

All right, all right.

We'll have to think of something else.

What are you doing?

- You're being wired for sound.

- What?

Watch out for those dentalized D's

and T's and those flat A's.

Everybody's picking on me.

Okay, Lina.

Now look at this flower, see?

The mike is in there.

That's it.

The sound will run from it...

...through this wire, onto the record.

It'll catch whatever you say.

Now let's hear how it sounds, Lina.

Okay, quiet!

Roll'em!

Oh, Pierre, you shouldn't have come.

You're flirting with danger.

What's that noise?

It's picking up her heartbeat.

Swell.

Cut!

That's right. That should do it.

Now, don't forget.

The mike is on your shoulder.

And whatever you say goes

through the wire onto the record.

Now, please, Lina, talk into the mike.

Don't make any quick movements

or you might disconnect it.

Okay, let's go.

- Quiet.

Quiet.

Roll'em.

Oh, Pierre, you shouldn't have come.

You're flirting with danger.

What's this wire doing here?

It's dangerous.

You'd better not go in together.

Lina's probably waiting

right inside the door.

- Oh, how I wish...

- Don't worry.

I'll lead the cheering section

in the balcony. Good luck.

- Mr. Lockwood.

Hello.

What's that?

The storm outside?

It's those pearls, Mr. Simpson.

I am the noblest lady of the court,

second only to the queen.

Yet I am the saddest

of mortals in France.

What is the matter, milady?

I'm so downhearted, Theresa.

My father has me betrothed

to the Baron de Landsfield...

...and I can't stand him.

Oh, but he's such a catch.

All the ladies of the court

wish they were in your shoes.

My heart belongs to another...

...Pierre de Bataille.

Ever since I met him,

I can't get him out of my mind.

Sounds good and loud, huh?

Oh, Pierre!

You shouldn't have come.

You're flirting with danger.

They will surely find you out.

Your head is much too valuable.

She never could remember

where the microphone was.

'Tis Cupid himself

that called me here...

...and I...

...smitten by his arrow,

must fly to your side...

...despite the threats

of Madame Guillotine.

But the night is full of our enemies.

What you hitting him with,

a blackjack?

Imperious princess of the night...

...I love you.

Oh, Pierre.

I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you,

I love you, I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you,

I love you!

Did somebody get paid

for writing that?

Sounds like a comedy.

- t's a Lockwood-Lamont talkie.

- What?

This is terrible.

What's that?

The sound.

It's out of synchronization!

Tell them to fix it.

Yes, sir.

What's this? Yvonne?

Captured by Rouge Noir

of the Purple Terror?

Ohh. Oh, my sword!

I must fly to her side!

Yvonne, Yvonne...

...my own.

Pierre will save me. Pierre!

Pierre is miles away, you witch.

No, no, no.

Yes, yes, yes.

No, no, no.

Yes, yes, yes.

This is a scream.

Give me The Jazz Singer.

"I love you, I love you, I love you"...

- We're all ruined.

- You can't release this.

We're booked to open

in six weeks all over the country.

But you're such big stars,

we might get by.

I never wanna see

Lockwood and Lamont again.

Wasn't it awful?

This is the worst picture ever made.

I liked it.

Well, take a last look at it.

It'll be up for auction

in the morning.

You're out of your mind.

It's Saturday.

No bank will foreclose until Monday.

- t wasn't so bad.

- That's what I told him.

There's no use kidding myself.

Once they release The Duelling Cavalier,

Lockwood and Lamont are through.

The picture's a museum piece.

I'm a museum piece.

Things went wrong with the sound.

Get the technical...

No, it wasn't that.

This is sweet of both of you, but I...

Something happened to me tonight.

Everything you said

about me is true.

I'm no actor.

I never was.

Just a lot of dumb show.

I know that now.

Well, at least you're

taking it lying down.

No kidding, Cosmo.

Did you ever see anything

as idiotic as me on that screen?

Yeah. How about Lina?

Heh. I ran her a close second.

Maybe it was a photo finish.

I'm through.

You're not through.

Why, of course not.

With your looks,

you could drive an ice wagon.

- Or shine shoes.

- Block hats.

- Sell pencils.

- Dig ditches.

Or go back into vaudeville.

Fit as a fiddle and ready for love

I could jump over the moon up above

Fit as a fiddle and ready for love

Too bad I didn't do that in Duelling Cavalier.

They might have liked it.

- Why don't you?

- What?

- Make a musical.

- A musical?

Sure. Make a musical.

The new Don Lockwood.

He yodels, he jumps about to music.

The only trouble is

that after Duelling Cavalier...

...nobody'd come to see me jump off

the Woolworth Building into a damp rag.

Turn The Duelling Cavalier

into a musical.

- Duelling Cavalier?

- Sure.

They've got six weeks before

it's released.

Add songs and dances,

trim bad scenes, add new ones.

And you got it.

Hey, I think it'll work.

- Of course!

- t's a cinch.

It may be crazy, but we'll do it.

The Duelling Cavalier

is now a musical.

- Hot dog!

- Hallelujah!

Whoopee! Fellas, I feel this is

my lucky day, March 23rd.

- Your lucky day's the 24th.

- What?

It's 1:
30 already.

It's morning!

Yes. And what a lovely morning!

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