Three Little Words Page #2

...when two dancers get married.

Mr. and Mrs. Hoofer at home.

Thank you.

They loved you, Jess.

See them applaud?

- Bert, I was so nervous.

- So was I. You know...

- Sorry, Mr. Kalmar.

- My fault.

Flowers for you.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Who are they from?

The president and I. We chipped in.

- Bert, what is it?

- I don't know.

"Kalmar and Brown, who opened

their new act to bravos last month...

...have been cancelled

following an accident backstage.

Doctors say Kalmar

will not be able to dance...

...for at least a year, possibly two."

I couldn't think of a tougher break.

It's Jessie I'm thinking about.

She can't just sit around waiting.

When you lay off too long,

they think you're through.

And I'm not gonna let that

happen to her.

Now, why can't she just pick up another

partner and take out the same act?

Bert, I told you,

the act needs your name.

She wouldn't make the expenses.

- You sunk a lot of dough into it, huh?

- Not much. Just everything I own.

- Hello.

- Hi, Jess.

- Hello.

- I've ordered breakfast.

- How are you, Charlie?

- Good.

- Hey, doughnuts?

- Sure.

Why did you have to go shopping?

No room service?

I figured we'd save the tip.

That wolf at the door

might get pretty hungry.

I've got to catch a rehearsal

down at Loew's.

- I'll see you, Jess. Bert.

- Bye, Charlie.

See you later.

Come here, honey.

Now, listen. That crack about

the wolf at the door, that's out, see?

- You won't be around to meet him.

- No?

I've been talking to Charlie.

We figured you ought to go out as a single.

I can write a new routine.

Charlie guarantees the booking,

says it's a cinch.

You boys have been

wasting your time.

My plans are all set.

I always told you

if ever I changed my mind...

...you'd be the first to know.

Of course, it took a broken kneecap

to make you stop bouncing long enough.

But I'm satisfied.

Say, maybe you didn't hear me.

I just accepted your proposal.

Look, Jess...

I won't be bouncing

for a long time yet.

And a fellow with a wife to support

has to get around pretty fast, you know.

Well, I'm not a girl

that needs a new sable every winter.

What about your writing, Bert?

Your play, your songs?

You don't have to click your heels

in the air to write a lyric.

Now, wait a minute.

I'd like to write a great play, sure.

Who wouldn't?

And those songs,

they're just a sideline for fun.

I never tried to make a living at it.

I'm not even sure I can.

Until I find out, l...

You don't want me

hanging around your neck.

Is that it?

I didn't say that.

Now, don't be sore at me, huh?

I'm not sore.

But it isn't every day

that a girl gets turned down.

Jessie, listen. Listen. Jessie!

Jessie!

Wish you could write

another song like that.

- I could sure use it.

- I'll tell you a secret, Al.

- So could I.

- Well, what's the matter?

Oh, I don't know.

I just haven't hit on anything.

- I can't seem to get started.

- Oh, you will.

What do you hear from Jessie?

Oh, she framed a new act. Doing fine.

Say, what is that?

One of your new ones?

That?

Some Arabian song

one of our pluggers wrote.

Plays it all day long,

drives me nuts.

Get me Harry Ruby.

I think I'll throw him out of here.

Arabian song, huh?

Not a bad tune.

Yeah, it is kind of catchy.

Hello, Ruby, come in here, son.

Let you talk to him.

You know, an Araby song

might be just the thing right now.

- Yes, chief?

- Oh, come in, Ruby.

Bert, this is Harry Ruby.

- Bert Kalmar.

- Hi.

Ruby, Mr. Kalmar wants to hear

that Arabian song of yours.

Yes. You bet. Yes, sir.

It's called

"On the Shores of Araby That Night..."

"That Night With You."

I can't forget the night we met

On the shores of Araby

The moon lit up the sky

And love lit up your eye

- Hold it, wait a minute.

- Yeah, hold it.

- Who wrote that lyric?

- Well, I did.

Words and music both.

Well, you know, you haven't got

an Arabian song there.

- You don't think so?

- No.

- Play it again, will you?

- Sure.

No, no. It's more like Dixie.

A Dixie tune.

Maybe Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee.

Sure. Look.

Da-da-da-da in Tennessee

Gee, that's swell, Mr. Kalmar.

Tennessee.

Well, you boys go right ahead.

- Take all day if you want.

- Okay, Al. Great.

Let me see.

Da-da-da-da in Tennessee

Say, don't I know you?

Well, I don't think so, Mr. Kalmar.

Da-da-da-da in Tennessee

Down among...

You worked here long?

Oh, for a couple of months,

Mr. Kalmar.

- Have a cigar.

- Oh, gee, thanks.

I wanna be in Tennessee

That's it. Try it.

I wanna be in Tennessee

That ought to do it.

Here, take it from the top.

I wanna be in Tennessee

In my Dixie paradise

An angel's voice I hear

I mean my mammy dear

I'd give my soul if I could stroll

Down among those hills again

For all the world

Would not be dreary then

I'd love to go to sleep and know

That tomorrow I'd arise

Beneath those southern skies

Where songbirds harmonize

Lordy, hear my plea

Make me what I wanna be

A rolling stone just rolling home

To my sunny Tennessee

Gosh, that's wonderful, Mr. Kendall.

Thanks.

Kendall? Oh, I remember now.

The pigeons, the rabbits.

Oh, I remember you!

Please, Mr. Kendall...

I mean, Mr. Kalmar.

You pin-headed baseball player.

Do you realize what you did that night?

- It was the goose.

- Goose?

Goose? Five hundred people

out front and...

You don't know that goose.

He was the meanest thing...

I knew I remembered that face.

I got a bad feeling the second I saw you.

You're a menace. Run away and hide

before you do real damage.

Let bygones be bygones.

Get away from me. I should

write a song with a jinx like you.

Here. As far as I'm concerned,

it never left Araby.

Goose.

Oh, hello, Mr. Kalmar.

I got your message.

You write this ad?

"The nation's number one song hit,

'My Sunny Tennessee'...

...by that sensational new writing team,

Bert Kalmar and Harry Ruby."

- Well, yeah, you see, l...

- Who made you my partner?

- Well, nobody, but...

- Now, listen, kid.

You might as well understand

something right now.

Because I wrote one song with you

doesn't make us roommates.

I'm not teaming up with anybody.

Soon as I can swing this leg again,

I'd be back in vaudeville.

Until then, I'll write with anyone

who happens to have a good tune.

- Now, is that clear?

- Sure, that's very clear, Mr. Kalmar.

Okay.

Where are the doughnuts?

Thanks, Johnnie.

Well, got any new tunes?

As a matter of fact, I've got a tune

but I haven't thought of words for it yet.

Good.

My spikes. Al Schacht gave me those.

Al Schacht.

He's a pitcher in the big league.

Maybe you've heard of him?

Al Schacht?

- Play the tune.

- Sure.

Hey, have you got any

with chocolate on top?

Coming up.

You don't like it, huh?

Sure, sure. It's a nice little tune.

You ought to do something

with it sometime.

You ought to do something

with that shirt too.

Real silk, $4.

You got any other tunes?

Well... Let's see, I...

Well, don't pull a ligament.

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