The Dolly Sisters Page #4

- Good night, Sam.

- Good night, young fella.

- Good night.

- Good night, Dowling. Good night, Jules.

- Good night, Sam.

- If he puts it in a show, it means half a million copies.

- Yeah.

You see, a twist of the wrist

and you're a hit too.

Oh, Harry, do I have to go to Paris?

I don't want to.

But, Jenny, the Folies Bergre,

think of the chance.

I still don't want to.

Darling, nobody can turn down

an offer like that.

Nobody, darling?

Excuse me, Mrs. Fox, for buttin' in like this.

I'm Morrie Keno- Keno and Kraus.

- Hello.

- We played on the bill with you and

Rosie in Atlanta once.

You wouldn't remember our act.

We were on too early.

Anyway, when war was declared, my partner

enlisted right away. Me, I couldn't make it myself.

I'm putting on shows here

to sell Liberty bonds.

There's one tonight at the hotel.

I'd like to have you and your sister go on for us.

People love you, and you'll

sell bonds like wildfire.

Try and bring Mr. Fox along, but I know

he's singin' at recruiting rallies all the time.

Sure made a big hit at the Palace.

Had it comin' to him. Swell fella.

Thanks for comin' tonight.

I'll announce you myself.

- That's about all I can do to help.

- Why-

My partner enlisted right away.

I couldn't make it.

Nice hearing your voice again,

Mrs. Fox. See ya tonight. Ahem.

- Thanks a million.

- We'll be there, and thanks, Mr. Keno,

for dropping in.

It's all right.

Whew!

- Kathi, do you think it's ready yet?

- Just about.

Oh! Here, let me

take it out myself.

- Ooh!

- Better you should use these, Miss Jenny.

- Ah.

- Jenny, don't tell me you did

that all by yourself?

Mm-hmm. Well, Kathi

helped me a little bit.

Jenny, we have news for you.

Where's Harry? I thought you were

picking him up at the Friars.

We stopped by for him, but he wasn't there.

He's probably at another recruiting rally.

- Oh. Well, what's the big news?

- Guess.

- Twenty weeks around New York.

- Better than that.

That Mr. Philippe from Paris-

such a nice fellow.

He renews his offer

for the Folies Bergre.

Now I can fire that lawyer. Here, I have

the contract. More money than before.

The Mauretania

and everything.

But I can't leave Harry now, just when

he's starting his first New York show.

- He needs me.

- I need you too, Jenny.

After all, you did put

"Rainbows" over for him.

Just because I sang it

for Sam Harris?

Oh, Rosie.

You're not being fair.

Are you being fair?

We turned this chance down once

so you could have your precious Harry.

Now you want

to turn it down again.

If it weren't for my precious Harry,

we might never have had the chance.

You seem to forget that he sold us

to Hammerstein in the first place.

- We sold ourselves to Hammerstein.

- Girls! Girls, please!

Oh, Rosie.

We're fighting.

- We mustn't ever do that. Never.

- Then you'll go?

- Does it mean that much?

- Does it?

Well, just everything

we've ever dreamed of- Paris, London.

It's only 10 weeks.

You would be back before you could say

Jack Robinson Crusoe.

Ten weeks?

Rosie, I'm sure you'd be

just as big a hit without me.

- Couldn't you- Couldn't you-

- No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, Jenny.

That way, it's no good.

One Dolly sister would be

just like one Siamese twin.

Two is something.

One is nothing.

He's right, Jenny.

It's the team or nothing, and you know it.

Yes, I know it, darling.

I hate myself for letting

you down, but it's just-

just that I want

every moment with Harry now.

Oh, Rosie. Suppose

they take him- for the war.

War? It will be over

in a week. War.

Oh, what an idiot

I am.

Of course you mustn't

leave him now.

Well, Paris can wait. We'll stay here

and go into the Dillingham show.

Oh, Rosie.

You angel.

Hey. Careful of my wings.

Any fella who can

make you that happy, I'm for.

Gee, I wish he'd come home.

I'd like to tell him so before I change my mind.

Look, look, look.

It doesn't fit so good, but

they say I'll grow into it.

Oh, Harry.

You did it.

I had to, darling.

I was singin' at the rally,

gettin' other fellas to enlist and...

sang myself right in.

- And what's worse, he sang me into it too.

- And she wouldn't go to Paris.

You don't have to turn down

a good offer on my account.

I'm in a new act now,

a big one-

a million other fellas.

Couldn't you have waited?

Just a little while?

It would've only been tougher, dear,

on both of us.

Don't worry, darling.

I'm not in the trenches yet.

I guess it's the same with a lot of people

all over the country.

But why did he

have to do it now...

just when he got

his first break?

Oh. Come on, baby.

Get your chin up.

You don't want him

to see you like this.

Yeah!

Your house is wonderful-

such lovely things in it.

- None half as lovely as you, my dear.

- Oh, Your Grace, thank you.

And thank you for giving me

this beautiful party.

Thank you, Jenny,

for letting me give you the party.

Thank you.

Who is that man?

He's rather amusing.

- You really don't know?

- No. We weren't introduced.

- Why, he's the king of-

- The king?

You mean he shaved off his beard

since he came to the theater tonight?

No. The king of-

Say, you'd better watch out.

He never pulls his "pinches."

A king?

And you cut in on him?

What's a king or two

these days?

Say, do you mind keeping time

with the music?

Do I mind keeping time?

- Why, I earn my living dancing.

- So they tell me.

But nevertheless,

you were off the beat.

Uh, how about a drink?

Champagne. You know, just

because you're on the stage...

doesn't necessarily mean

you're a good partner on the dance floor.

- Thank you.

- It's all right.

I suppose you're a marquis

or a duke or something, huh?

No. Just an American businessman.

I have a store in Chicago.

Candy store-jelly beans,

gumdrops, chewing gum?

Mm-mmm. Department store.

Third floor- ladies' suits, dresses, lingerie.

Fourth floor- children's dresses,

toys, games.

Jewelry, mink coats.

Name is Netcher-

Irving Netcher.

- And what are you doing here?

- Buying Paris models.

That is, if I can get to Paris.

I was demobilized last week.

- The war's over, you know?

- Oh, yes. I can read.

Beg your pardon, Miss Dolly.

A gentleman to see you.

- Please excuse me, will you, Your Majesty?

- Reluctantly, my dear.

But do come back soon.

I want to hear you sing.

Uncle.

- I have a letter for you.

- Oh! Oh, give it to me.

Give it to me.

Thanks, Uncle.

I'll see you

at the hotel.

Jenny, darling.

Well, it's all over...

but we're being kept here in Germany

in the army of occupation.

Just how long,

no one can tell.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so lonely

if I had more letters from you.

I hope it's because you're busy and not that

you're ill or... that you've forgotten.

Please write me.

I miss you so much, darling.

P.S. I'll buy you

a cup of coffee, baby.

Why, Jenny,

you're positively glowing.

- I ought to be.

- Somebody's a very lucky chap- the dog.

- Dance?

- Love to.

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