The Broadway Melody Page #2

Well, I'll go get some clothes on.

I'm just crazy about her, Eddie.

She's so young and beautiful.

Of course she is.

Well, Hank, now that you're here,

when are we going to get married?

Oh, not till we've put this act over.

I'm gonna give Queenie a break.

Always doing something

for somebody else.

No wonder I love you.

- I kind of got a weakness for you too.

- Yeah?

Mrs. Eddie Kearns?

Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

Swell, Eddie.

Yeah, and you can feature

that anytime in the electric lights.

- Gee, still the same sweet kid, ain't you?

- Why, certainly.

Hank, did you pack my new dress

in the trunk?

I'll get it for you in a minute.

Come here, Queenie.

- Gee, I can't get over how she's changed.

- Well, you sure look elegant, Eddie.

- Doesn't he, Hank?

- He's an eyeful.

Three carats.

Platinum.

And here's the payoff.

Look, but don't laugh.

Gold garters!

Oh, Eddie, I always knew

you'd make good.

Yeah, and I ain't forgetting that you're the

little girl that made me come to New York.

Remember when I wanted to quit

and give the whole thing up...

...and you made me stick it out?

Well, now I'm gonna do

something for you.

Zanfield's bought my new song,

"The Broadway Melody."

And he's naming his revue after it.

- But I've already spoken to him about you.

- You think we've got a chance?

Chance? Don't be silly.

One word from me, and you're in.

- Queenie, ain't that great?

- Sure, if it's true.

True? You don't know

how I stand with Zanfield.

- Lf we're in, what do we do?

- When do we start?

And how much do we get?

You're gonna sing

my "Broadway Melody" with me.

The Mahoney Sisters and Eddie Kearns.

Yeah, Eddie Kearns

and the Mahoney Sisters.

Well, how does it go?

How's it go? Now, listen, I sing a verse,

and you come in on the chorus.

Then we do another chorus,

and then go into a little dance.

- Give us an idea of the dance.

- I'll give you an idea.

- Good?

- Swell, Eddie, do it again.

Let's move back this table, kids.

We'll do our dance.

All ready, girls?

Come on, now, let's go.

There you are.

Queenie, why don't you look at my feet?

Look at her.

Attagirl!

You like that?

Don't do that.

Don't do that!

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!

- What's the matter with the left leg?

- I've got a headache.

Go on, sit down,

take a load off your mind.

- Don't talk to me like that. I don't feel well.

- Listen, don't answer me back, understand?

Come here.

There's Eddie. Hello, hey!

Your rhythm is all wrong.

Nothing like I showed you.

All right, now watch.

- Hello, Eddie.

- Hello, how are you?

We had a tough time getting in!

When do we show the act?

In a few minutes.

I haven't had a chance

to talk to Zanfield yet.

- It's okay, ain't it?

- We're in?

Sure, it's in the bank.

- Whatever I say goes.

- Hey, Kearns!

Yes, sir?

We don't wanna take all afternoon

to set one dance.

Yes, sir.

Maybe we'd better get undressed.

Come on.

All right, Sam, let it go.

- Oh, George.

- Wait a minute, hold it there. Hold it, Sam.

The sets are all ready

for your okay, Mr. Zanfield.

That's just an idea

of what it's gonna be.

I can see that. It's just an idea.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

But don't worry, I'll fix it.

- Okay on those sets.

- Yes, sir.

Remind me to see that rehearsal

in the morning. Make a note of that.

I'm having lunch at the Knickerbocker.

Oh, Mr. Zanfield, this material, I couldn't

get it in the gold design, only in the silver.

- Isn't it lovely?

- It's fine. Get it in the gold.

- Remember, I want that in the gold.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Zanfield, pardon me, will you take

a look at the Mahoney Sisters right now?

- The Maloney Sisters?

- No, the Mahoney Sisters.

- Who are they? I never heard of them.

- It's the sister act I told you about.

- Where are they?

- Right over there, across stage.

All right, wheel them in.

- Tell George I'll take a look at the act.

- Thanks, Mr. Zanfield.

Well, kids, you all set?

Got your music?

Well, go over there and tell him

what you want.

The Baloney Sisters.

Give us the introduction pickup

and some choruses. And swell to the finish.

- But you follow us.

- Yes, ma'am.

Sam, looks like some carnival

lost a good act.

I'm gonna lay that dame

like a roll of linoleum.

- Hank, you can't pull that around here.

- Hank, don't start anything now.

- Get her in the dressing room.

- Sure. Now, come on. Get together.

- All set now?

- Oh, wait a minute.

- Don't mind if I put this down?

- No, ma'am.

I'll vamp till ready, and don't forget:

We do things intimately.

- All set.

- All set, fine. Babies, smack it over big.

You ain't got nothing to worry about.

You're as good as in now.

- I'll go and see how the boss likes it.

- All right.

Well, all right, shoot.

- Play it, will you?

- Something wrong with the piano.

- Do I have to come over and play it for you?

- Okay, go ahead.

What's the matter with them?

There's something wrong with the piano.

- Say, are you trying to crab our act?

- No, I'm not.

- Well, will you play it then, hot or cold?

- Well, go ahead then.

All right. All right, girls.

Mr. Zanfield's seen enough.

He'll let you know. Come in next Friday.

- But he ain't seen the finish yet.

- Yes. I know, all right. Line up, girls.

Oh, Mr. Zanfield, please give them a break.

You haven't seen their act.

I saw enough.

I can use the blond,

but that little cluck is out.

But don't you know it's tough

to put comedy over on a bare stage?

They'll be all right at the performance.

Give them another chance.

I know, Eddie.

Gee, kid, that's a tough break. Even if the

act is a louse, he should've seen the finish.

It ain't a louse. It's a good act.

We stopped the show

every performance we did for Jake Wells.

Yeah, the one I saw would stop a tank.

Say, you've been asking for trouble,

and now you're gonna get it.

You great big peroxide-headed dizzy blond,

you! What do you think of this act?

Hey, come here! Come here, girls!

Come here!

Let me at her, will you?

Let me at her!

Next time I'll give you a facial

instead of a scalp treatment.

- Yeah, and I'll fix you, you little peanut.

- Let go of me!

- Oh, boy, I'll sock her...

- Stop it, Hank, you're crabbing everything.

Go get your clothes on.

I'll fix everything.

The big blond baboon! Why'd she pick

on me? I didn't start any fight with her.

- Where's my music?

- Here's your music.

- Well, where's my bag?

- Now, be quiet. Be quiet, Hank!

Get in there. Straighten it out.

Let's get smart, Sam. Where are you?

Don't let them throw you

up in the air.

I'm not gonna waste all day at it.

Give me a pickup and two choruses.

And let me tell you dames something:

If I get ahold of her, I'll rip her wide open.

Flo, what was the trouble about?

- I was beside the piano, not doing a thing...

- Wait a minute.

- I can't stand for quarreling.

- I didn't start it.

Never mind who started it. Now

run along and be a good little girl.

- Oh, all right.

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