Ten Cents a Dance Page #7
- Year:
- 1931
- 75 min
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But I've put that money back.
That doesn't wipe out your embezzlement.
You're still a thief, Miller.
She didn't want you to go to jail.
And so you're not going.
Wilson!
Yes, sir?
Mr. Miller is leaving.
Very good, sir.
Have you seen Barbara around here anywhere?
I have more on my mind than Barbara.
Get your won messenger boy.
Oh...
Don't mind me. I just work here.
Say, where have you been?
I've been looking all over for you.
I thought you were out there
in the floor dancing.
Say, I want you to do something for me.
If Mom's up when you get home tonight
give her a song and dance
about my working overtime.
And of being delayed, get me?
I'm not going home either.
Where are you going?
What's the difference? You ain't interested.
No? Says you.
I'm going with you.
Oh, but it's one of those things.
It might not even break up until dawn.
I don't care if it never breaks up.
How about Eddie?
Who's Eddie?
Say, what's come over you?
I've just taken one on the chin
and I've just come to.
Hello, Miss O'Neill.
May I talk to you just a minute?
Sure, looks as though you can.
But you know we're not allowed to
talk to customers unless they dance.
Then will you dance with me?
Sure, all you need is a ticket.
I have one.
Oh, never mind.
Come on, let me talk with you.
Well, you're not very
anxious to see me, are you?
I told you, all you needed was a ticket.
Just a minute. I have a ticket.
What's this?
Tickets for the le de France. Two tickets.
Two tickets?
Oh...
I see you're gonna collect
interest on your money.
Now, Barbara, do I rate that?
No.
I guess not, but...
You see, if you go to Paris
you can get a divorce.
And then you'll be free to marry again.
Yeah...
I want to be there.
I want to be the first one to ask you.
Perhaps I'd better not wait.
Will you marry me, Barbara?
You might just as well say yes,
otherwise you'll never get rid of me.
Gee...
You're certainly a glutton for punishment.
I guess we're both gluttons.
I seem to have gotten you to dinner,
that's all.
Are you hungry?
Darned.
Will you have dinner with me?
You're the boss.
I'm sorry, Barbara, but
it's against the rules.
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