The Broadway Melody Page #3

- And remember, no more quarreling.

- Excuse me, Mr. Zanfield.

- Well?

I heard what you said about me.

Please, couldn't you use the both of us

at the same salary?

I might.

I think I can slip her in somewhere.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Zanfield!

- All right.

My sister is the business manager

of the act.

You won't let on that it ain't

the both of us you want, will you?

Of course not.

- You send her over, and I'll talk to her.

- Oh, thank you!

All right.

Oh, Hank!

He can take his old show and put it

where it'll do him the most good!

Don't act like that, Hank.

He didn't see your act, that's all.

- He's a very busy man.

- Oh, he's busy?

Well, so am I busy,

with 30 weeks waiting for me.

- Now, don't get so excited over nothing.

- Hank, quick!

Mr. Zanfield wants to see you.

- Oh, yeah?

- On the level?

- Maybe we're in after all.

- Sure!

Let me handle this. I can always take care

of these things better with nobody around.

I'll talk to him.

All right, girls, we'll take this right from

the beginning. Okay, Sam, let it go.

I heard what you said to Zanny.

- You won't let on to Hank, will you, Eddie?

- Of course not.

Gee, that was wonderful of you,

Queenie.

I could kiss you for that.

You mustn't do that, Eddie.

I guess I shouldn't.

I never realized you were...

Gee, you're the sweetest little girl

I ever knew.

You mean next to Hank.

Yeah, sure.

You know, Hank's been everything

in the world to me.

She's looked after me and worked for me,

and fought for me, protected me.

I could never repay her

for all her love and care.

Of course you love her, Queenie.

And you're gonna be everything

that she wants you to be.

And I don't blame her for loving you.

Gee, but you're a cute kid.

And she loves you, Eddie.

I guess you and me are about all

she ever thinks of.

Oh, I never wanna hurt her, Eddie.

And I want her to be happy with you.

Why, Queenie, I'd rather lose my pipes

so I couldn't sing...

...and go lame so I couldn't dance

than to hurt Hank.

- Sure you would. So would I.

- Can you imagine?

- We're in! Rehearsal in the morning!

- That's great!

- I knew you'd put it over, Hank!

- Oh, just leave it to me!

I ain't booked acts for 10 years

and not know how to handle them!

- You bet you haven't!

- You're both swell kids!

- And plenty smart!

- And how!

- Gee, rehearsal in the morning! Ain't it great?

- Yeah!

Come on.

I got a lot of washing and ironing to do.

- You have?

- I want you to look your best, honey.

But tell me, how did you put it over?

What did you say to him?

I said to him, "Now, you listen here,

Mr. Zanfield, this is a sister team.

And we splits up for nobody!"

And with that,

he smiled as nice as you please...

...and said, "That's all right, Miss Maloney."

Can you imagine calling me Maloney?

And everybody knows our name's Mahoney.

- Yeah, can you imagine that?

- Imagine that.

"Maloney"!

Hey, come on and get those

clothes on, will you?

- Hurry up!

- Well, are we all set?

Yes, sir, everything ready to go

when you say the word.

All right.

- Are you safe up there, Audrey?

- Okay.

Yes, that's perfectly safe.

- You get the orchestra in the pit.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, Hagerty.

- Yes?

- That looks very good.

- I think it'll be very effective.

- So do I.

- Yes, sir.

Can you imagine? Putting on all this makeup

for just one show a day?

Oh, dear! I'm just shaky all over.

Queenie, will you stop?

You're getting me nervous now.

It ain't a bit different

than it was in Reading, PA.

And we're going over just as big.

- Oh, Hank, do you think so?

- Why, it's cream in the can, baby.

- Are you decent, girls?

- Yeah, come in.

Oh, Hank, get a load of this.

"Big mammoth appearance

of the Mahoney Sisters on Broadway.

Zanfield saw them once,

and they were in.

With appreciation and regards

to our agent, Uncle Jed."

- Is that a pippin or not?

- You care for that?

- Do I?

- Hank, will you get Eddie out of here?

I'm nervous!

What's eating her?

Eddie, you gotta run along now.

We're nervous.

I get you.

Now, Queenie, don't be nervous.

- Remember, this is your big opportunity.

- Will you get out of here?

- Beat it, Eddie, will you?

- Now, don't forget, a lot depends on this.

- Oh, get out!

- Get out!

Stop, stop! Girls, girls!

- Be careful of my hats!

- We gotta get down on the stage!

I don't care!

I won't allow you to ruin them.

I told you they were

too high and too wide.

Well, big woman, I design

the costumes for the show...

...not the doors for the theater.

I know that. If you had,

they'd have been done in lavender.

Pardon me, Mr. Zanfield, but the orchestra's

killing my "Broadway Melody" number.

- Too much brass. They can't hear me.

- Kearns, tell them to keep it down.

Thanks, Mr. Zanfield.

- All right, boys, I think we can go.

- Yes, sir!

Hey, you!

When you get through with that noise,

try and play my number.

Cut out the brass,

and keep it very piano.

Are you back again?

Yes, and I'm telling you

how I want my music played.

I've conducted opera.

What do you know about music?

- Nothing. I only wrote it, that's all.

- Then you have the best of me.

You don't have to listen.

I'll tell Zanny what a sap he was

for buying it.

Maybe he'll get you

to write the music for the show.

If I couldn't do better than this...

If you could,

you wouldn't be waving a stick!

Electrician!

A little more this way with that spotlight.

What are you trying to do,

ruin my profile?

Your profile was ruined the day

you were born.

That's a smart crack.

Hit me with it and keep it here.

Hey, put that spotlight

over here on this girl!

- He wants it over there.

- But it goes over here.

That spotlight goes here.

I can't sing without a spotlight.

Say, you couldn't sing

if you had a searchlight.

- Did you get everything you wanted?

- Pardon me, Mr. Zanfield.

Would you okay this bill

for Miss William's second act?

What's the idea? Two grand for a coat worn

for less than three minutes? I won't pay it!

But you said ermine.

You'll giggle yourself

right out of here one day.

Yes, sir.

- It's a gorgeous garment, isn't it?

- Isn't it gorgeous?

In fact, it's the gorgeous-est thing

I have ever seen. You sweet little cutie!

- There you are.

- Thank you, Mr. Zanfield.

- Come here, Unconscious.

- Hello, boys.

Say, Joe LeBlanc saw the rehearsal,

and he says there's a fortune in the show.

- Yes, sir!

- We ought to know. We put it in.

- You think it's a good show then, Zanny?

- It's just an oil well.

- Let's see your gusher.

- Looks like a mine to me.

From all the gold-diggers

you got in the troupe.

Any old time one of them can pry a nugget

off of his ledge, they're going some!

Come on, Unconscious, put the load down.

Overture, girls.

This is the "Broadway Melody" number.

Get out of here and hurry up.

Come on. Come on. Get out of here.

Come on. Go on, get out.

Oh, there's the overture.

Oh, where's my hat?

Where's my hat?

Where's my hat?

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