With a Song in My Heart Page #9

What's the matter?

Superstitious?

Like a bride about

being seen on her wedding day?

I'm afraid it might spoil the illusion

if they see me in a wheelchair or on crutches.

Sorry, but I thought this

would be a good chance to talk...

frankly and in public...

where we couldn't go emotional.

What is there to talk about?

% % [Continues]

I happen to know how often

you've been seeing John Burn.

Well, I've never tried to hide the fact

that I've been seeing him.

It's... It's all been

open and aboveboard.

That's beside the point.

All I want is a simple answer. Yes or no.

Me or him?

Do we have to decide that tonight?

I've got two shows to do.

You can't keep putting

these things off forever.

Well, can't we wait just a few days

until I can think more rationally?

- % % [Continues]

- You wouldn't have to think...

if you'd just make up your mind

not to see him again.

Would that solve anything?

Please, Don.

All right.

But what am I supposed to do?

Exit laughing?

Don't my feelings count?

I know it's a tragic thing that's happening

to us, to our marriage...

Don't talk as if we'd done something wrong,

because we haven't.

Okay. But there has to be a showdown

sometime, and it might as well be now.

- [Jane]John.

- Hello.

- Hello, Burn. Glad you could make it. How are you?

- Fine, thanks.

I forgot to tell you. I asked Mr. Burn

to have dinner with us tonight.

Slide in next to Jane for a minute

while I make a phone call.

- What'll you have... scotch, cocktail?

- Uh, martini, thanks.

I'll send the waiter right over with it.

Excuse me.

- He didn't have to make a phone call.

- I know.

- He thinks it's time for a showdown.

- % % [Ends]

[Applause]

So do I.

- % % [Orchestra Resumes]

- What's the answer?

I'm not going to see you again.

Is... Is that what you want?

I don't know.

Maybe not.

But that's the way it has to be.

He's still my...

Responsibility?

My husband...

for better or for worse.

I'll still write.

I'll still phone.

I won't answer.

% % [Continues]

It's really because you're not sure

about your leg, isn't it?

As if that mattered...

could affect the way I feel about you.

Max, would you help me

back to my dressing room?

Certainly, Miss Froman.

- Jane.

- Please don't make it harder for me...

by saying anything more now.

- Shall I go with you?

- No, thanks.

Max and I can manage.

Good night.

Good night.

% % [Continues]

- What? All alone?

- Yes.

- Now if you'll excuse me...

- What's your hurry? Stick around

and watch the show with me.

- No, thanks. Not tonight.

- Oh, come on. Sit down.

You can't walk out

just before Janes number.

You're gonna see one of the greatest entertainers

in the business tonight.

- % % [Ends]

- Thank you.

- % % [Orchestra]

- [Applause]

% Embrace me%

% My sweet embraceable you%

% Embrace me%

% You irreplaceable you%

% Just one look at you%

% My heart grew tipsy in me%

% You and you alone%

% Bring out the gypsy in me%

% I love all%

% The many charms about you%

% Above all%

% I want my arms about you%

% Don't be a naughty baby%

% Come to mama

Come to mama, do%

[Laughing]

Well, I see we have

the army with us tonight.

How would you like

to come up here with me?

- Oh, come on.

- Go on. Go on up.

- Go!

- What's the matter?

- [Audience Murmuring]

- How do you do?

- Hello.

- My, you're attractive.

You goin' steady?

- Well, you are from now on.

- [Audience Laughing]

- You're a paratrooper, aren't you?

- Yes, ma'am.

Also, if I may say so,

you're a very brave man to come up here.

- Tell that to my sergeant there.

- [Audience Laughing]

Whoop! Haven't you ever been taken

for a ride before?

- Sure, but not like this.

- [Audience Laughing]

% I love all%

% The many charms about you%

% Above all%

% I want my arms about you%

Having trouble? Put it here.

Then I'll know where it is.

% Naughty baby%

% Come to mama

Come to mama%

% Do%

% My sweet embraceable%

% You% %

[Applauding, Cheering]

She always did go

for a guy in uniform.

Oh, wait a minute.

You're not through yet.

- This field maneuver's just getting started.

- [Laughing]

Wouldn't you be

more comfortable up here?

Oh, come on. It's not much

of a jump for a paratrooper.

Now, isn't there

some special song you'd like?

- I like 'em all.

- I know one.

- Oh, tell me, do you sing too?

- Not me.

- Can't you even hum a little?

- I'm afraid not.

All right. But if you change

your mind, you just join right in.

- Okay?

- % % [Piano]

Joe, may we have a soft,

soulful light, please?

That's it.

% Picture you upon my knee%

% Tea for two and two for tea%

% Me for you%

% And you for me alone%

% Nobody near us

to see us or hear us%

% No friends or relations

on weekend vacations%

% We won't have it known%

% That we own a telephone%

% Dear%

% Day will break and I'll awake%

% And start to bake a sugar cake%

% For you to take%

% For all the boys to see%

% We will raise a family%

- % A boy for you%

- % A girl for me%

% Can't you see%

% How happy we will be% %

[Applause]

% % [Orchestra]

Can't blame a guy for trying

to hold on to a gal like that, can you?

I'd say any man

who'd give her up is a fool.

% % ["Over There'"]

Clancy, how would

you like to go overseas?

About as much as I'd like

to get kicked in the head by a mule.

- Why?

- I was just thinking.

Why shouldn't I go over and finish

what I started three years ago?

If I only had a jack

to put on that queen.

Of course, I suppose the doctors

will throw up their hands in holy horror.

Ah, phooey to doctors.

This deck has been stacked.

The army might think it's too great

a nuisance carting me around.

They manage to cart around

a lot of tanks and bazookas.

I know a couple of top sergeants

that could handle it.

Well, certainly I'm no good

to myself or anybody here.

Maybe I could do

a little good over there.

What about, uh, "Buster"?

It should be a relief to him.

And the "Wild Blue Yonder"?

You know as well as I do that as long

as there's a chance I might lose this leg. L...

That's where you're different from me.

If I had a bad leg and a guy was crazy

about me, I'd figure I was lucky.

- Why?

- My love life might not be so vulnerable.

Vulnerable?

Look, this has nothing to do with you,

you understand.

I'm talking about

another couple of dames.

Pure hypothetical. See?

But just for the sake of argument...

let's say one of them had the prettiest pair

of legs in the world.

Regular pinup girl.

All the men beatin' their brains out

tryin' to marry her...

millionaires, dopes, playboys.

So she gets married, and three columnists

swoon just writing about it.

But before you know it...

she starts worrying

about what's gonna happen...

when maybe she hasn't got

the prettiest legs in the world...

and how nice it would be if she could sit back

and relax and say to herself...

there was something else

he married her for.

Like maybe he was

in love with her.

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