The Gang's All Here Page #4

- I've got an idea. | - It's too late, old boy.

- This time it's a real killer diller. | - A what?

Jukebox. Why don't you bring | your show up to my place?

That is a ridiculous idea. | You're not well, A.J.

And it's the air in here. | I know. It's this fresh paint.

- Look, you can rehearse it there and present it at Oakwood. | - Oakwood? That's my place.

- Of course. | - What are you talking about?

That enormous terrace garden | on the south slope.

We could put tables on the terrace | and stage the show in the rose garden.

In my rose garden? I won't hear of such | a thing. Those are my prize yellow roses.

We'll put the show on | to sell war bonds.

We'll make it the biggest | bond-selling drive you ever saw.

We'll charge our neighbors | $5,000 bonds for admission.

Why, we'll raise a million dollars...

which would go to help Andy Mason | and millions like him to get the stuff they need.

Mr. Mason, if you had a beard, | you'd remind me...

of my two favorite people- | Santa Claus and Uncle Sam.

Well, we'll consider everything settled.

You bring your whole troupe | up for a week.

We got plenty of room for everybody, | two houses. Bring 'em up for two weeks.

- Oh, be sensible. Actors for two weeks? You couldn't feed 'em. | - Oh, now, now.

- You couldn't feed them. | - We haven't got time to be sensible.

I'll call you back later this afternoon | and give you the details.

- Great. | - Oh, by the way...

do you think the Brazilian bombshell | will like the idea?

Well, I don't know. Why don't you | ask her yourself? Here she comes now.

How do you like my new costume? | You think it'll knock their feet off, huh?

Sensational. Oh, Dorita, you remember | Mr. Potter and Mr. Mason.

I remember Mr. Potty. You are here | to kick up some more heels, huh?

- No. | - Mr. Potter wants you to come to his house this weekend.

Ah-ah, you naughty boy.

You are what they call a fast-work man, yes?

- Mason, please. | - Well, it was really my idea.

We wanted you to come | and help sell war bonds.

Oh. You know, I like you both. | I think you are very cute.

Phil, we're ready for Eadie Allen's number.

Okay. Why don't you boys watch the rehearsal? | I want to see what you think of it.

- Okay, Benny, here we go. | - All right, Phil.

What do you say? | How about it, Eadie?

- I'm all ready, Phil. | - All right, boys, hit the lights.

Come on, girls. | Clear the stage, everyone. Hit it, Benny.

Wait till you hear her sing this song. It's a lulu.

Where'd you get | all these station wagons?

Commandeered them from the neighbors. | I'm chairman of the transportation committee.

With Mr. Mason's $5,000 war bond admission, | reservations are pouring in.

And at $200 a table, looks like | a real sellout for the army and the navy.

- Say, that's wonderful. | - Did you ever saw so much flowers...

and trees and shrubbers?

- Very nice, Dorita. Very nice. | - What are you do up in the dumps?

Eadie is worried because she thinks | a certain soldier may be back from overseas.

Why shouldn't I worry? | He'll never fiind me out here.

The club is closed, I've left my apartment. | He won't know where I am.

I know exactly | how you feel, Eadie.

I have a soldier too. | He lives right next door.

Andy Mason, Jr. | Maybe you know him.

- Andy Mason, Jr? Why, I know him well. | - You do?

Say, you're not by any chance | engaged to him, are you?

Well, sort of. We've been sweethearts | since I was 10 and he was 12.

- Andy's just back from Australia. | - Australia?

- Casey was in Australia. | - Really?

Wouldn't it be funny | if they knew each other?

Yes, wouldn't it?

Mr. And Mrs. Potter, I want you | to meet Benny Goodman and his boys.

- How do you do, Benny Goodman and boys? | - How do you do?

Go in the house. | You'll fiind everything you need.

- Walter and Edward will take care of you. | - Thank you.

Just make yourselves | at home, boys and girls.

Mother, this is Eadie Allen and Dorita. | I think you've met Mr. Mason.

- Hello. | - Welcome to Oakwood, my dears.

- We're so pleased. | - Thank you.

Ah, I remember you from your pictures | in the newspapers, or was it the police gazette?

- How are you? | - I'm very well to do. Thank you.

Ah, you do very well | what you do do.

Now you young ladies will have the Magnolia | Room. That is the room next to my daughter's.

I'll show you up.

I'm going to like here.

That hat. I'll have to watch | my bell cords and lampshades.

Oh, Phil.

- Hello, Mr. Mason. | - Mrs. Potter, I want you to meet Phil Baker.

How do you do, Mrs. Potter?

This is a great pleasure, | Mr. Baker.

I've heard so much about you, | from young Andrew especially.

I'm so happy to have you with us. | So happy.

I'm so happy | to be here, Mrs. Potter.

It's lovely of you to arrange this holiday | for my hardworking little troupe.

- So very lovely. | - Oh, it's nothing at all, really.

I'll leave you two to get acquainted while | I see that the boys fiind their proper rooms.

- Blossom! | - Philsy!

Blossom, you old cabbage, you.

Oh, boy, it's more | like coleslaw now.

Oh, you haven't changed a bit.

I wish I could say | the same for you.

- You could if you'd lie a little too. | - Do you remember Paris?

- Do I? | - Ah, Paris.

- Paris in the '20s. | - Oh, boy, were you a sensation with that accordion.

And you with your silver soprano. | What a set of pipes.

Ah, the pipes are not what they used to be. | They're a little corroded right now.

Phil, if anybody in Westchester ever dreamed | that I was once on the stage and in Paris-

Scandalous. Do you remember | the Count de Grace?

How could I ever forget him? | He used to call me his "long-stem Blossom. "

Well, what the countess called you | made international headlines.

- That was the night of the Beaux Arts Ball. | - You and I took over the show.

- Do you remember that Apache dance we did? | - Do I?

You sure it was in the '20s?

I'm positive it was in the '20s. | It was in the '20s, wasn't it?

Mrs. Potter!

Oh, Peytie. I was just | welcoming Mr. Baker to Oakwood.

- Mr. Baker, Mr. Potter. | - How do you do, Mr. Potter?

I had no idea | he was that welcome.

How welcome would you say | I was in round numbers?

The rest of the theatrical people | are having refreshments on the terrace.

- Possibly you'd like to join them. | - You left your motor running.

He's a sweetheart. I'll bet | he'd give away his last pint of blood.

In fact, I think he has.

I absolutely forbid you getting within | 20 feet of that man again. You understand?

- Peytie, wouldn't you settle for 10? | - Well, 15 at the most.

Peytie, can I help it | if I'm irresistible?

It's that vitamin B1. I told you you were | taking too much. You're overdoing it.

- Peytie- | - I don't care to discuss the matter at all.

- All right, Cap, hook her up. | - Give me the slack.

- I love that melody. | - That's the music for Tony De Marco and Maria's dance.

Where are they? | Oh, Tony! Maria!

Don't look now, | but here comes half of them.

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