The Gang's All Here

Got any coffee on you?

Oh, yes?

Now I can retire.

Well, there's your | good-neighbor policy.

Come on, honey. | That's good neighborin'. There we are.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, | that international favorite, Tony De Marco.

You never saw a place | like this in your life.

- Hello, kids. There you are. | - Hello.

I'll wait a bit on you | till the other one.

- This place gives me a very uneasy feeling, A.J. | - Shame on you.

- Gimme your hat and get your mind off your wife. | - That hat's all right?

- Yes, your hat's all right. | - That's my hat.

She knows it. | Never lost one in her life.

Now, see here, A.J. | I should have been more fiirm.

When I told you that I am never seen | in places like this, I meant it.

I don't know how you've managed to get me | this far. I should have put my foot down.

- Don't be a square from Delaware. Get hep to yourself. | - What kind of talk is that?

- I heard it on a jukebox. | - Well, I don't think I like it.

- I have your table, Mr. Mason. | - Thank you, Harvey. Come on, Pottsie.

Hey, Phil, do those two | come here very often?

Well, I haven't seen | the mortician before...

but that old mountain goat | in the blue serge...

comes leaping in here | two or three times a week.

That old mountain goat | happens to be my father.

Well, you see, I like goats. | Lovely animals.

Some of my best friends are- | How about another goat- uh, beer?

No, thanks. | I think I'll horn in on the old goat.

The usual. Lemonades.

- What did you order? | - Lemonade.

How do you like Tony De Marco? | Great, isn't he?

I hope that woman's his wife, because | if she's not, there should be a law.

That's a good one.

Good, eh?

A.J., look. | We have company.

- What are you doing here? | - I was about to ask you the same thing.

Well, we just dropped in | for a nightcap.

- We missed the Westchester train, and | Potter here suggested- - Nothing of the kind.

- Andy, this is entirely your father's idea. | - What?

- Yes. | - Young man, I thought you had to get back to your outfiit.

Well, I do, but I didn't say when. | I've got till Monday morning.

How 'bout you? | Mrs. Potter give you a furlough too?

I promised my wife I'd be home before | midnight. I like to keep my promises.

She expects me to, | and I expect her to expect it.

Say, Peyton, supposing I get | Mrs. Potter on the phone...

- and explain that you and Dad just dropped in- | - Go ahead, son.

- She likes Andy, and anything he tells her will be okay. | - I'll call her, fiix everything.

- You be sure to explain to her | that this is just lemonade.

- Lemonade. | - Lemonade.

And now, folks, | the Club New Yorker proudly presents...

its beautiful dance instructors, | specially imported to teach you...

that brand-new South American | dance sensation, the Uncle Samba.

Our girls don't wait for leap year. | They choose their partners now.

And you don't have to | wait either, gentlemen.

Look around and choose | your nearest exquisite.

All right, girls. | Grab your partners and let's go.

Come on up. That's the idea. There we go.

There you are.

Hello? Hello!

Oh, hello, Andy. | Where are you?

Club New Yorker? | Oh. Potter's with you?

Dad brought him here after the dinner | for a nightcap. Don't worry about him.

Don't give him anything stronger | than lemonade.

The last time he had champagne was | on our honeymoon. It was at Niagara.

He thought he was a barrel. He wanted me | to roll over the falls with him.

I'll look after him.

Is Vivian there? | Put her on.

Hold on. I'll call her. | Oh, Vivian!

- Yes, Blossom. | - Phone, dear.

- Who is it? | - Andy.

Oh. Hello, Andy.

At the Club New Yorker?

He is?

How dare you drag my father | to such a sinful place?

Tell your mother she has | nothing to worry about.

My father, he's doing all right.

Say, that girl's a honey. | Who is she, Ruth?

- That's Eadie Allen, one of our new girls. | - Eadie Allen. Hmm.

Mr. Potter!

This is all your fault, A.J.

It was you who sicced | that gypsy on me.

- She's no gypsy. She's a Brazilian. | - Well, whatever she is, she's a-

- She's a bombshell. | - Bombshell. That's exactly right.

Did you see that man with the camera? | Did you see that thing explode in his hands?

I was lucky to get out alive. | Now I'm gonna be fiirm. We are leaving.

Well, I talked to Mrs. Potter | and everything's fiine.

- She was delighted to hear that you had taken up dancing again. | - She was?

Did you tell her about me out there | dancing with that South American savage?

I knew I shouldn't have | let you telephone.

I was only joking. | I told her nothing.

What I was doing out there, | that wasn't Peyton Potter at all.

- Now, don't be modest. You were swell. | - Really. I've had enough.

- Mason, if you please. | - Old Pottsie can't take it.

Well, you go along with him. | I've got some unfiinished business.

Unfiinished business? | That must mean a girl.

Boy, I wish I were young again.

- Well, I'm glad you're not. Where would I be? | - Good night, Son.

Good night, Dad.

Oh, waiter. | Take a message to Phil Baker.

- Ask him to meet me at the bar between shows. | - Yes, sir.

And, waiter. Have him | bring Miss Allen with him.

- There you are. | - Yes, sir. Miss Allen.

- You want to see me, Andy? | - Yes, but, well, where's Miss Allen?

Miss Allen? Oh, you see, between shows, | she goes over to the Broadway Canteen.

This is her night | to dance with servicemen.

- Didn't you tell her I wanted to meet her? | - She wasn't interested.

- I'm afraid you picked the wrong girl. | - Yeah?

I think I'll go over | to that Broadway Canteen.

- I'm warning you, you won't get to fiirst base. | - I'm pretty good at baseball.

So was the mighty Casey, | but even Casey struck out.

It'll take more than three strikes | to keep me away from fiirst base.

- Fifty bucks says you go down swinging. | - I'll take that bet.

- Have you ever been in Tennessee? | - No. Is that where y'all from?

- You guessed it. And I bet I can tell you where you're from. | - Where?

Heaven, lady. | Heaven.

Shove off, sailor.

- So long, angel. | - So long, Tennessee.

- Are you really an angel? | - The navy seems to think so.

My mom always told me, if I was | a good boy, I'd see an angel someday.

You be a good boy now and watch | that right hand. It's slipping.

Just lookin' for your wings, baby. | Lookin' for your wings.

- Do I really have to give you up? | - Sorry, it's the rule here.

The marines lay the groundwork, | and the army takes over.

When I fiirst saw you, | I said, "target for tonight. "

Hmm. You're not | wearing them, are you?

- Not wearing what? | - Your marksmanship medals.

Ah, I wish you weren't | so beautiful.

Why?

Well, then nobody would cut in, and you'd be | all mine for the rest of the evening.

Have you been getting results | with that line?

Aw, I'm sorry.

You're used to getting a pretty good spiel | from most of these fellas I guess.

Oh, I don't mind them.

After all, | they're a long way from home.

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