The Dolly Sisters Page #5

I can't understand, dear,

why you don't get my letters.

I write to you every night.

But you know that I love you and think of you

every minute, and that's all that matters.

If we could only be together.

All my love, now and always.

Jenny.

Hmm? What?

Nein.

- What's eatin' you?

- Nothin'... much.

- Have you heard from Jenny lately?

- Got three letters all at once.

- Then everything's all right.

- Of course. Why not?

I just wondered.

- She's certainly comin' up in the world, isn't she?

- Mm.

Have you seen

this swell picture of her?

Well, why shouldn't they

print her photograph?

She's a big success,

a star.

I didn't mean anything by it.

I only thought-

- I- I-

- After this, keep your thoughts to yourself.

You can't do that to me!

I'm a corporal.

- Bonsoir, madame.

- Bonsoir, mademoiselle.

Merci.

- Hello.

- Hello, Uncle.

- Oh, hello. Remember me?

- Why, Rosie, it's Mr. Netcher.

- Hello. - Hello. -

He plays pinochle good.

Are you still looking

for those Paris models?

Oh, then you do

remember me.

How could I forget a man

who owns a department store?

- Rosie, don't you ever take advice?

- Well, that depends. Why?

Well, I caught a glimpse of you

in the Montmartre the other night...

and you weren't keeping

time with the music.

Now I remember

why I liked you.

What's this? She didn't

cut him to pieces.

It must be love.

Almost I forget.

I got something for you.

Come, come.

Thank me

when you get time.

Don't talk.

Don't move, darling.

I want to remember this

as long as I live.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

You know, I didn't

believe it was possible.

What, darling?

That any girl could be

as wonderful as I remembered you.

I kept telling myself

it was my imagination.

Oh, Harry.

Harry, I've missed you so.

I was wondering if you'd

come out to supper with me tonight.

So you could

improve my dancing?

Well, no,

that wasn't the whole idea.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I have to change and rush away.

Nicky's giving us

a party tonight.

- Nicky?

- The king. Remember?

Oh. Good girl.

Well, how about tomorrow night then?

Oh, I have

an engagement.

- How about Monday, the 10th?

- How about Tuesday, the fourth?

- But that's tomorrow night.

- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

I got an hour

to make my train.

Better start saying

good-bye.

Oh, darling. Again?

We're always saying good-bye.

Well, it's the last time, dear.

When are you coming home?

Right this very minute.

I'm going with you.

- But your show.

- Oh, it's closing next week anyhow.

Oh, darling.

We'll finally get our honeymoon.

Oh, boy. With you back,

will we take that old town by storm.

- I'll write a new show for you.

- For us.

- I got some new songs.

- Oh, darling. We'll sing them together.

- Harry! Welcome home from the war.

- Hi, Sis.

- You look wonderful.

- Thanks.

Jenny, dear,

we're awfully late.

- This is where I came in.

- What do you mean?

Every time I turn up,

you two have a date.

I'm not going.

I'm leaving for New York

with Harry- tonight.

What? You must be

out of your mind.

Have you forgotten?

We've signed again for the Folies Bergre.

Oh, we can get out of that.

Oh, Jenny.

Jenny, for heaven sakes, be sensible.

This is no time

to throw everything away for-

For what?

For happiness, darling.

Then why can't

Harry stay here?

- A few months in Paris wouldn't do any harm.

- Oh, darling. Could you?

And be the kind of a guy

who sits around...

and maybe opens the door

for a duke when he comes calling?

- Not a chance.

- Harry.

Jenny, I told you before.

You cannot have a sister act

without sisters.

And you can't have a marriage

without a husband and wife.

Oh, I don't know

what to do.

Listen, Jenny. This is the most important decision

you'll ever have to make.

And nobody can help you-

not Rosie or your uncle. Not even me.

- Harry, please.

- My train leaves at 12:40. Gare Saint-Lazare.

I have to check in.

- I love you, Jenny.

- I love you too.

But I can't keep up

this long-distance business forever.

I'll be waiting for you

at the depot.

Funny-looking little monkeys,

weren't we?

Oh, Rosie.

Help me.

You both mean

so much to me.

I can't ask you

to stay, Jenny.

You have all this, and you want to go back

to Tin Pan Alley to chase rainbows.

Oh, leave her alone.

Jenny will make up her own mind.

Company, halt!

Left face!

Entrain!

Company, halt!

Left face!

Entrain!

I told you.

Harry.

Darling. You made it.

Darling. I was afraid you'd be gone.

My chauffeur got into one of those fights.

Just as long

as you got here.

That silly Winnup- He had the nerve

to say you weren't coming.

- Oh, Harry. I-

- Where are your bags?

I haven't any.

Harry, look, I-

- You're not coming.

- Oh, darling. I wanted to, desperately.

You wanted to,

but you're not.

I can't, Harry.

Not now.

But only an hour ago,

you said you would.

- It was your own idea.

- I know. An hour ago, I thought I could.

- Nothing else mattered to me then-

nothing but you. - And what matters now?

If we could just have a few days together,

I know we could work everything out.

Harry, don't get on the train.

Stay here. Please.

Next week, when the show closes,

we'll go off somewhere, just the two of us.

I'm still in the army.

Remember? Under orders.

Beside, I've got a career of my own to pick up.

Or have you forgotten that too?

That's not fair. I told you I wanted to come home

and do a show with you, and I will.

- If you'll just wait a little while.

- A little while.

- Come on, soldiers! Get aboard!

- Another week, another month, another year?

- Come on, Fox. Kiss her good-bye and get aboard.

- Oh, Harry. Please understand.

I walked out on Rosie once before.

I can't do it again.

I understand just one thing.

If you loved me, you'd come with me.

Oh, Harry.

Please be reasonable.

Reasonable? I told you a long time ago

it wouldn't work.

- We're a million miles apart.

- We're not! We're not!

You're the only thing in the world

that really means anything to me.

Don't make me laugh.

And save those tears for the divorce court.

- They'll do you more good there.

- Harry.

Harry!

We have been to gay Paris

Ah, mais oui, gay Paris

There, your heart she dances

like you always knew she would

Where life is so divine

Where love is yours and mine

Mais, oui, toujours

Vive la France

Vive l'amour

And then you may remember-

And then I wrote-

- Have you figured that thing out yet?

- Yeah. It's in French.

Take your bow.

Take your bow.

I know that much,

but what does it say?

Take your bow.

Take your bow.

Hey, Frenchy.

It is an official order

of divorcement from Paris.

Monsieur Fox, he is no more

the husband of Madame Jenny.

The marriage,

she has gone poof.

Uh, did I tell you we're booked

at the Palace week after next?

Yeah, I guess

I did tell you.

Vienna

Ah, so wonderful

We eat, we waltz, we drink

We waltz and waltz

Ooh.

Ooh. Told you I shouldn't

have had that last drink.

I tell you what I think I'll do.

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