The Jolson Story Page #6

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And while I went out

for some peanuts and a program

that dirty dog stole her away

- The pig!

- Oh, yes!

Oh, no!

- Oh, yes!

- Oh, no!

So tonight

I will have my revenge

Tonight he will have his revenge

If I catch Alphonso Spugoni

- the toreador

- He'll rue the day

With one mighty swipe

I will dislocate his bally jaw

He will, he will

I'll get him, the blighter, I will

and when I get him, that blighter I'll kill,

he shall die!

- He shall die

- He shall die

- He shall die

- He shall die

- He shall die

- I'll kill him

- He shall die

- I'll kill him dead

I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion

If I catch him bending tonight

- He shall die

- He shall die

- He shall die

- He shall die

He shall die

He shall jolly well die

- He shall die

- He shall die

He shall die

Oh, it's too high

One of us should have stayed home

For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion

If I catch him bending tonight

A Spaniard all of sudden.

- Mr. And Mrs. Murray, glad you're here.

- You were great. I enjoyed it.

Mr. Samuels, how are you?

How'd you like it?

When I sing in the synagogue,

I never get applause like that.

Papa, if you want to get ahead singing,

you got to have Steve manage your affairs.

Asa, you look thin. You need a rest.

Rest? There's a new show coming up...

and now a performance every Sunday night.

- Sunday nights, too?

- By popular request. Don't worry about it.

- AI, it was marvelous.

- I'm glad to see you, Ann.

I know him.

That's Roy Anderson, Al.

He was in school with us.

- Sure, hello, Roy.

- How are you?

We're going to be married next month, Al.

You and Roy?

What do you know!

We've been experimenting with talking

pictures for years. We know it'll work.

But we want a star

in our first sound picture.

But why Al?

It's logical. He's the biggest singing star

and he's led the way ever since he began.

So Al should risk his career

on a newfangled invention like this.

- What if this thing is a flop?

- With Jolson, we don't think it will be.

Before Al goes into anything like this,

he's gonna knock off for a year and rest.

How many people do you figure

see a good movie?

Fifty million in this country alone.

The rest of the world besides.

Never was an audience like that in history.

- That may be true, Al, but...

- It's an audience that never saw a live show.

People in small towns can afford a movie

but can't afford anything else.

Audience of millions. Be singing

to every one of them at the same time.

- That's really something.

- Ready for the finale, Mr. Jolson.

Stick around, Mr. Glenn.

We'll talk about it later.

Pictures that talk?

- Is that possible, Papa?

- Certainly. It's a new invention.

But tell me, exactly, how does this work?

It's very complicated, Mama.

You wouldn't understand it.

Al, The Jazz Singer is all set. All that's

left to do is to make the announcement.

Al, there's your music.

Announcement? There's only one place

to make the announcement.

Hi, folks.

Hello, Jerry.

Show people are crazy.

Work in the theater all week.

Sundays, you come here.

I'm crazy, too.

Tonight, folks, I'm only gonna sing

2,000 songs. One to a customer.

I should live so long.

Hold this, will you, Henry?

Sorry I'm late, but we were discussing

a business deal in the back of the house.

As a matter of fact,

I'm gonna tell you about it right now.

See, tomorrow I leave for Hollywood.

I'm going into

what they call "talking pictures."

Don't know what'll happen to me.

But if I wanna come back,

you'll let me, won't you?

Thanks, I'll remember that.

So this is a kind of a farewell.

If you don't mind,

I'll sing till you ask me to stop.

You ain't heard nothing yet.

Well, I see a rival producer

sitting down front.

Mr. Ziegfeld.

Ziggy, will you stand up and take a bow?

Try and stop him.

Not too much, folks.

Say, Ziggy, who's that pretty gal with you?

This is Julie Benson,

the star of my next production, Show Girl.

Mr. Ziegfeld, you will please

not advertise on my time.

Glad to know you, Miss Benson.

Look, I'm giving a little farewell party up

at my place tonight, Miss Benson.

I don't live very far from here.

You can bring Mr. Ziegfeld along.

- What'll it be?

- Swanee.

Wait a second. Hold it.

I don't care what you mugs want.

I want to know

what Miss Benson would like to hear.

Miss Benson, what is your pleasure?

April Showers.

Let's not keep the lady waiting, Henry.

Though April showers

may come your way

Just for you.

They bring the flowers that bloom in May

So if it's raining

have no regrets

because it isn't raining rain, you know

It's raining violets

And where you see clouds

upon the hills

you soon will see crowds

of daffodils

So keep on looking for a bluebird

And listening for its song

Whenever April showers

come along

Though April showers

may come your way

They bring the flowers

that bloom in May

So if it's raining

have no regrets

because it isn't raining rain, you know

It's raining violets

And where you see clouds

Where you see clouds on the hills

Look, look, they're not clouds, no, no

They're crowds of daffodils

So keep on looking for a bluebird

and listening

for its song

Whenever April showers

come along

Folks, I'm calling the next one.

I want to sing about

that big, beautiful state I'm going to.

And I don't mean Florida.

Hit it, Professor!

Hit it, Professor!

California, here I come

Right back where I started from

Where bowers of flowers

bloom in the spring

Each morning at dawning

birdies sing and everything

A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late"

That's why I can hardly wait

Open up that Golden Gate

California, here I come

California, here I come, yeah!

Right back where I started from

Where bowers of flowers

bloom in the spring

Each morning at dawning

birdies sing and everything

A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late"

That's why I can hardly wait

Come on, open up, open up, open up

that Golden Gate

California

Here I come

California, here I come, yeah!

Right back where I started from

Where bowers of flowers

bloom in the spring

Each morning at dawning

birdies sing and everything

A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late"

That's why I can hardly wait

Come on, open up, open up, open up

that Golden Gate

California

here I come

I'm afraid I'll have to talk to you, my friend.

- Please, Mr. Jolson, I'll never do it again.

- You sure?

A million imitators of Al Jolson,

but none of them touch the original.

That's a cute speech.

You know, I'd sort of like to touch you.

I don't know. It's funny.

I can't seem to make it.

That's good.

You know, you get prettier

every time I see you.

- The first time was just a few hours ago.

- Yeah?

- Then you got prettier since then.

- Thank you.

- Look, will you do me a big favor?

- What?

Will you marry me, Miss Benson?

I'll do you a bigger favor, Mr. Jolson.

I won't marry you.

I didn't suppose you would,

but you could think about it.

You'd have to decide tonight.

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