Three Little Words Page #8

- Yeah, you gotta make rabbits disappear.

No, I don't have to make rabbits

disappear. I'm the president.

- Well, hooray!

- Yeah, hooray.

You should talk.

The nation's number one baseball fan.

- "Take him out. Take him out."

- Now it's my fault.

- I was willing to work.

- You don't want to work.

- You never wanted to work.

- What do you mean?

Every time I wanna do something,

you're catching flies.

- Don't talk about me.

- I'll talk about you.

What about you,

that sleight-of-hand stuff?

That dangling ropes in the air,

pulling cigars out of your ears?

- Yeah?

- That's important for kids.

- For kids?

- Yeah, for kids!

I better get him out of here.

This is what I've been waiting for.

Come, sit down.

Keep your voice down.

I didn't wanna work, he says.

What about you?

I wouldn't write that song

if you begged me.

- Begged you? I didn't even ask you.

- I guess you just can't help it, Harry.

I feel sorry for you.

You feel sorry for me?

You must think I'm just...

I can tell you what I think of you

in three little words:

You're a dope!

"You're a dope."

Bert called me

three little words, "You're a dope."

You are a dope

Three little words

Three little words

It fits. Hey, Bert! Bert!

This is my house.

Why should I walk out?

- You got it, Bert, the title of the song.

- What?

"Three Little Words." You got it.

You better hurry.

You might miss the baseball game.

Oh, anytime you're ready to go,

Eileen. I'm ready.

- Bye, Jessie.

- Bye, Harry.

- Bye, Eileen.

- Bye, Jessie.

Good evening. We're here tonight to pay

tribute to two great pals of mine.

I know they've turned out many,

many hits together.

I'm sure you've whistled their tunes

and danced to their tunes...

...but I know you're gonna get a big kick

out of meeting them in person tonight.

None other than Bert Kalmar and...

And Harry Ruby.

- Hello, Harry. Bert, how are you?

- How are you, Phil?

Here they are, ladies and gentlemen,

going to sing a medley of their hit tunes.

I wanna be in Tennessee

In my Dixie paradise

An angel's voice I hear

I mean my mammy dear

And then we wrote...

- Who's sorry now?

- Who's sorry now?

- Who's sorry now?

- Who's sorry?

- I tried to warn you somehow

- I tried to warn you somehow

And then came...

I wanna be loved by you

Just you and nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you alone

And then we sat down and wrote...

Why is it I spend the day

Wake up and end the day

Thinking of you?

And then we stood up and wrote...

So long, Oo-long

How long you going to roam?

Please don't be too long

Oo-long, so long

Hurry back home

Maybe I'm right

And maybe I'm wrong

And maybe I'm weak

And maybe I'm strong

But nevertheless

I'm in love with you

Maybe I'll win

And maybe I'll...

Oh, that's enough of that.

How would you like

to hear a brand-new song?

One we just wrote yesterday.

Well, not exactly yesterday.

As a matter of fact,

it took us about 10 years.

Phil, if you please?

Three little words

Oh, what I'd give for

That wonderful phrase

To hear those

Three little words

That's all I'd live for

The rest of my days

And what I feel in my heart

They tell sincerely

No other words

Can tell it half so clearly

Three little words

Eight little letters

Which simply mean

I love you

Wonderful, Bert, wonderful.

Thank you, Harry. Wonderful. Very good.

And now, we'll leave you

with three little words: let's all dance.

Three little words

Oh, what I'd give for

That wonderful phrase

To hear those

Three little words

- Sorry.

- Darling.

- It was just wonderful.

- Bert, it was wonderful.

Harry, I always knew

that was a great tune.

No other words

Can tell it half so clearly

Three little words

Eight little letters

Which simply mean

I love you

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