The Gang's All Here Page #3

- You mean they don't have | a swimming pool for you...

Or a nice man to bring you | tall frosty drinks when you're thirsty?

Good afternoon. | How's the swimming today?

Super, Mrs. Potter. | Simply super.

Well, that's wonderful. | Too wonderful.

- Aren't you going in, Mrs. Potter? | - Oh, mercy, no.

The pool is Vivian's department.

I just have the towel concession.

Please. Don't rush those things | back and forth too much.

These children are here | to swim in the pool.

Yes, madam.

Hello, kiddies. | Have you seen the morning tabloid?

I suppose you'll show this to Dad | right away and be properly outraged.

Oh, no. I'm saving that until I need it.

Go ahead, Beezy. | Ask her.

- I will. Stop pushing. | - Well, go ahead.

- M-M-Mrs. Potter? | - Yes, my dear. What is it?

W- Would you care to dance, | Mrs. Potter?

Me? Oh, isn't that sweet of you. | Just being polite, of course.

Oh, no, he isn't. | I told him you like to dance.

Oh, I do. I love it. | But he is so young, and I am so-

Well, you know, so-so. | Oh, you embarrass me. Really, you do.

- Oh, go ahead, Mother. Beezy loves to dance. | - Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

You know, I'm not 16 anymore. | I feel silly.

He wants to play.

Drop that.

Mrs. Potter, | I want to have a talk with you.

Come to my study at once, please.

Pass the ammunition, kiddies.

- You going to write me? | - Are those orders, Sergeant?

- I'm serious, Eadie. | - How serious?

Hearing from you every day would make me | feel that you're marching...

right up there with me | at the head of the column.

And that's where | I want you to be, Eadie.

I will write you, Andy...

every day.

All aboard. Leaving on Track 28.

Westbound Limited.

Chicago, Omaha, Denver...

Salt Lake City, Los Angeles...

and San Francisco.

Westbound. All aboard.

Well, I guess that's me.

Wait a minute, Andy.

- You said you were going to Florida. | - I didn't say that, darling.

Yes, you did. You said you were going | to a camp where it was warm and beautiful.

- But, Eadie, I- | - But I remember every word.

You even said the ocean | would sing you to sleep.

- And the moon and the stars and- | - Well, that's right, darling.

The ocean will sing me to sleep.

And the moon and the stars-

The stars. Remember last night | on the ferryboat?

- Yes. | - Well, look over your left shoulder again, will you?

- No, Andy. No. | - Please? Just for me. Just this once.

Just for good luck. Please.

Andy, you've got-Andy!

Andy!

That's the last time | I'll ever take you anyplace.

- Eadie. Well. | - Fancy seeing you here.

- Yes, isn't it fancy? | - I suppose you came down to meet our train, eh?

Yes, I did, | but I was a little early.

Of course, you couldn't have been seeing | a few soldiers off, by any chance.

A few soldiers? | Only one, I'll bet you. Sergeant Crazy.

It's Casey, Dorita. And what's wrong | with saying good-bye to a soldier?

- Nothing. | - I call it nice works if you can get him.

- Where have you two been? | - To the cleaners.

- The cleaners? | - That's what they call the racetrack.

Dorita's never seen a race, | so I took her out to Empire City.

I thought she ought to meet a few | of the horses she's been supporting.

I've never seen a race myself, Dorita. | Tell me about it.

Okay, I tell you. First you pick | the horses, to win, to place, to show.

Then you buy three tickets. | You sit and hold them like this.

The horse lose. | You tear up the tickets.

Then you pick three more, to win, | place, show. You buy three more tickets.

You hold them. | The horse lose again. You tear them up.

More races, more tickets, | more horse lose.

The day is over and what have you got? | I'll show you.

Hold this for me. | Like this, yes.

Horses.

Well, it looks like | a white Christmas.

A.J., have you seen | the San Francisco newspaper?

Why should I see | the San Francisco newspaper?

Well, my secretary's hometown | is San Francisco...

and she gets the San Francisco | newspaper every day.

- What's that got to do with me? | - Don't be stupid, old boy.

If it weren't her hometown, | she wouldn't get the paper, would she?

And I wouldn't be able to show you | this picture of your son receiving a medal.

So what? What?

Well, why didn't you say so | in the fiirst place?

Look at that. Been in the South Pacifiic | three months and already a hero.

Why wasn't I told about this? Why didn't | Andy write me? Where's my mail, Miss Custer?

- Right there before you, Mr. Mason. | - Oh, so it is.

- Why were you keeping this from me? | - Why, that's a medal.

- It's a medal. | - Why, it's the same one as in the picture.

It's the same one, on a ribbon | and everything. Isn't that handsome?

- Look at that. | - Oh! He's in San Francisco.

- No. | - Be home in about two weeks.

- No. | - Pottsie! My son back on American soil and a hero.

- Oh! | - Please.

- I tell you, we've got to get busy and make some plans. | - We certainly have.

Why not another stag dinner? | I had a very good time at that last one.

No, no. Right here. | Behind his name, he signs "N.S.D."

Yes, National Selective Draft. | You see, that's what that-

National Selective nothing. | It's N.S.D. No stag dinners.

No stag dinner, yes. Well, then a quiet | little party at home. Just the two families.

He don't want | a quiet little dinner.

He's young. | He wants excitement.

Why, he wants wine, girls, song!

Yes, well, there's the community | sing every Thursday night. It's really-

Oh, that's so stupid, | the choir.

I know what it is. His favorite spot. | The Club New Yorker.

Oh. Well, that lets me out. | Of course, he's your son. If you want-

Wait a minute, Pottsie. | I'm tied up with this board meeting...

but you go right over to the Club New Yorker | now and make arrangements for a party.

What are you talking about? I go to a place | like that in broad daylight and by myself?

Oh, never mind. Now, come on. | Come on. I'll go with you.

Miss Custer, | cancel my next appointment.

Where did you think | you were goin'?

Come on, girls. Snap into it. | Put some life into it.

Close it in. Come on.

Watch your feet. | Up! That's it.

Lines. Now travel forward. | Come on. Forward. Travel!

Oh, kind of ragged, girls. Benson, I want you | to set a new routine for this opening.

- Come on, Pottsie. | - Oh, A.J. -

If you're scared, hold my hand. | Mr. Baker, you remember me, Andy's father.

- Yes, indeed. | - My partner, Mr. Potter.

- Hello. And how's the sergeant? | - Well, if you're referring to my son...

he's back from the Pacifiic | and covered with medals.

Really? How do you like that? | Andy Mason a hero.

And that's why we're here. | He'll be home in a couple of weeks...

and I want to arrange | a party for him here.

That'll be fiine. | Only, the club is closed.

- We're rehearsing a new show to open in October. | - Oh, really?

In that case, Mason, I'm sure Mr. Barker here | must be very busy with his chorus girls-

- Now, wait a minute. | - What's the matter?

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