The Broadway Melody Page #6

Oh, it's a lovely surprise... Jock.

Oh, it's nothing at all.

Will you dance now?

That cake is just elegant...

...but I can't eat it all.

Well, you eat as much as you can,

and we'll save the rest.

Please, Mr. Warriner,

ask them to play something else.

- I hate sentimental music.

- All right.

"Broadway Melody."

Don't wear a frown on old Broadway.

Tell me...

...why don't you like that song?

I don't know.

Well, what do you like?

I like cake.

Won't you tell me that you like me a little?

Maybe.

You mean it?

Maybe.

Will you tell me why you're so nice to me?

Maybe.

Please, I wanna dance.

Oh, no, come on.

Let's sit this one out.

But look, everybody's dancing,

and the music is playing and everything.

Mr. Warriner.

You don't mean this for me?

Why, of course.

Diamonds should only

be worn by beautiful girls.

Oh, it's just adorable.

I'd like to do a lot of things

for you, Queenie.

How would you like

an apartment all your own?

Say, on Park Avenue.

And a car all your own.

Perhaps a Rolls-Royce.

Oh, and a lot of nice things.

Well, I'd have to think about that.

Say, where have you been?

I've been looking

all over the place for you.

You would come in at a time like this.

Certainly. Come on, little love boat.

Let's have this dance.

- Were you asleep, Hank?

- No, honey.

Well, that's swell,

because I wanna to tell you...

...about the grandest party

that ever happened to me.

Look at that. Look at that. Did you ever see

anything more beautiful in all your life?

No, sirree. Because that's class, that is.

And Eddie said he wouldn't

even give me a ring.

What would I want with his ring?

There's more diamonds in a bracelet,

ain't they? Ain't they?

Honey, I don't know what

you're saying this for...

...but I know you don't mean it.

You can't mean it.

- It ain't in you to mean it.

- Sure I mean it.

Why shouldn't I mean it?

And that ain't all I'm gonna have, either.

I'm gonna have a Rolls-Royce.

And an apartment on Park Avenue.

And everything that goes with it.

That's what I'm gonna have.

Now, honey, listen to me.

I know we ain't had the greatest break

in the world since we hit New York.

But that's gonna change.

That's got to.

And you're gonna meet

somebody that's right.

Somebody you can be proud of,

who'll just be crazy about you.

Somebody who's really worthy of you.

Somebody like Eddie.

Yeah? Well, that's all right for you...

...but I ain't craving any hall-rooms...

...with some song-and-dance guy...

...who expects me to cook

his meals over a gas-jet...

...listen to a lot of smart

wisecracks and bum songs.

- No, sir.

- Oh, Queenie.

Move over.

No more of these

kind of dumps for mine.

I'm gonna have everything

in the world I want.

That's me.

And you're gonna have Eddie.

Queenie, I don't want you

to answer me like that again.

- Then keep your nose out of my business.

- Well, your business is my business.

That package is from Warriner, ain't it?

- What if it is?

- I won't let you keep it, that's all.

How are you gonna stop me?

Oh, Queenie, don't you see what

I'm doing is for your own good?

And don't you see

what I'm doing is for your...

Oh, what are you talking about?

Now you listen to me.

You're not gonna go out

with that guy, hear me?

I'll stop you if I have to

tie you up to do it. You hear me?

Cut it out. Be quiet.

They can hear you out front.

Well, you hear me. I'm

going out with whoever I want...

...and I won't hear orders

from anyone about it.

- Now get that and get it straight.

- Queenie!

You ain't my boss. So mind your

own business and shut up.

Oh, Queenie.

I won't shut up.

And you're gonna listen to me.

I won't listen to you any more than

I will to her. So you needn't get started.

- Getting near you, Kearns.

- All right.

Hank, you run along. I'll talk to her.

Now, listen, Queenie. You're young yet,

and you don't know things.

What Hank has been saying

to you is for your own good.

Yeah, and I suppose what you're

saying is for my own good too.

As far as that goes, yes, it is.

Whether you believe me or not,

I'm saying this because l...

- Hank finished that. Got nowhere with it.

- Well, I'm gonna get somewhere.

And whether you like me or hate me,

you're gonna pay attention to me...

...because I'm...

Well...

Me and Hank won't let you

go out with that guy. He's no good.

- He wants girls who...

- You never went out with girls...

...like he does.

- Plenty, but none since I met you.

You and Hank...

Get me right, sweetie.

I'm being on the level with you.

Here's your pants, sir.

- Hurry up, Kearns.

- All right.

Oh, can't I say nothing that will

make you see what I mean?

You're wasting time talking against

Mr. Warriner, if that's what you mean.

Mr. Warriner. Do you know

what they say about that guy?

I don't care what they say.

They're jealous, that's all.

- You and the rest.

- Me, jealous?

What are you so interested for?

What business is it of yours

where I go and who I go with?

It's my business because...

Well, because it is.

Oh, you ought to know

why I'm doing this.

- It's because l...

- No, no, Eddie. Don't say it.

Oh, I gotta say it, Queenie.

I can't stop from saying it now.

And you gotta hear it.

I love you, Queenie.

I love you, and you know it.

I can't help it. I tried, but I can't.

But it's easy to say now.

I love you, dear.

And I love you, Eddie. Never forget it.

- No matter what happens.

- Do you, Queenie?

Yes, Eddie.

And that's why we can't...

Oh, don't you see now why...

Why what?

- I'm going out with Jock Warriner...

- No, you're not.

Don't try to stop me, Eddie.

It's the best way.

Here's your coat, sir.

- Lf you go out with that guy, I'll...

- There's a stage wait, Kearns.

Let it wait.

Queenie, I gotta go on now.

- Promise me you won't go out with him.

- Are you trying to ruin the show?

- Promise me, Queenie.

- Oh, I can't promise.

- Then you won't?

- Well, then I won't.

I'll murder that guy. I'll tear him apart.

Go on out with him. Go ahead.

Get on there, Kearns.

Queenie, you better

be here when I get off.

- Get up to your dressing room.

- All right.

Oh, Queenie. You ain't got

no idea what you're doing.

Oh, yes, I have. Can't I have a little fun

without you trying to stop me?

Oh, I ain't trying

to stop you having fun...

...but this thing will turn out bad.

That guy don't mean to marry you.

His kind don't never marry.

He ain't the type to take

a girl out and buy her drinks...

...and let it go at that. You know that.

And you know what the finish will be.

Now listen to me, Hank.

Get this straight, once and for all.

I'm old enough to know

what I'm gonna do.

And I don't want no more cracks from you

and Mr. Wise-Guy Kearns about it either.

You can go your way, and I'll go mine.

What I'm saying's for your own good.

- Tell it to somebody you don't know.

- I ain't gonna let you get away with it.

- Give me that. That's mine.

- It's not yours...

- Well, it is mine, and you will give it...

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