Ziegfeld Girl

Girls, girls, girls.

Mr. Sage, where do you find

all these beautiful girls?

- You follow Mr. Ziegfeld sometime.

- I tried that once, but he lost me.

- I almost forgot. Mr. Zieg...

- He's been trying to get me on the phone.

What is it about a telephone

makes you want to answer it?

- Good morning, Mr. Sage.

- Good morning, Mr. Sage.

Mr. Ziegfeld's been calling you

all morning.

What have I done

to Alexander Graham Bell?

- I don't mind telegrams. They don't ring.

- Take off your hat and smile.

I don't mind him calling.

That's why he underpays me.

- Be here tomorrow at 11.

- But he calls me...

...and gets me up at 2 in the morning

out of a sound sleep. I get insomnia.

Take off your hat, smile winningly.

- Mr. Slayton, Miss Sawyer.

- How do you do, Miss Sawyer?

- How do?

- Take off your hat, smile winningly.

Yes, sir.

- Just my hat?

- Yes, just your hat.

You think you're picking them.

The boss is on one of the greatest

voyages of discovery...

...since the days of Americus Vespucci.

He found one on a Staten Island Ferry,

one on the Bronx Express...

...two in an all-night laundry.

- Fine. Be here tomorrow at 11.

Oh, well, don't you want to see

my legs?

That's not our department, honey.

- Did you call me "honey"?

- He calls everybody honey.

- What's biting you, honey?

- Now you're doing it too!

I've been warned.

Look, kid, the Follies are life,

and life is a cafeteria.

You look at the pretty dishes, pick out

what you want, but you've got to pay for it.

There are signs up all over the place,

"Not responsible for valuables."

Get it, honey?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Are you sure you know

what we're driving at?

- It's kind of subtle.

- Yes.

Keep on saying that

and see where it gets you.

Hello? Yes, Mr. Ziegfeld.

It's for you, Mr. Sage.

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Where are you?

Yes, Mr. Ziegfeld.

- Suits and furs.

- Second floor, first elevator.

So he looks me over,

and when he gets to my feet, he says:

"You'll do,

and I like my ankles slim too."

- Yeah, and how'd you come back?

- Hard. I said, "How do you like your heels?"

- Gee, that's terrific.

- Yeah. He said he was Florenz Ziegfeld.

What a nerve!

When you're quite ready, miss.

Hey, wait for papa!

- Surprised to see me, Red?

- Gosh, what if it was Ziegfeld?

Mezzanine.

- Stationery?

- Two on the aisle.

I mean, two aisles over.

If this happens, it's the biggest thing

that ever happened to us.

- Second floor. Coats, furs, Paris gowns.

- Second? Thank you.

- Gil, stop. Listen...

- Okay, okay.

There, we're stopped.

Baby, I'm practically a success.

The boss says to me today, he says:

- "I've been watching..."

- Why shouldn't he pick me out?

What? Anyways, he says,

"I've been watching you.

You're slated for a job that's twice as good

as the one you work."

And I says, "Twice?"

He says, "Next week, you go from

the 21/2-ton trucks to the 5-ton trucks."

- Oh, that's great, Gil.

- Then he says...

Listen, a man came in here

a little while ago...

...and said he was Florenz Ziegfeld.

Well, I thought he was just being fresh,

so I was fresh right back.

Well, now, honey, what would he

be doing in an elevator?

I don't know.

Maybe going up and down

in here got you dizzy, huh?

Why?

If a girl gets into the Ziegfeld Follies,

she's made.

Oh, Gil, I'm sorry.

- I think it's swell about the truck.

- Yeah, yeah.

Wouldn't you think I'd get used

to going down in this elevator?

But when you kiss me...

No kidding? You feel like

you're going down in an elevator?

How do you feel when I kiss you?

Feel like I'm going up in an elevator.

- What's the matter, stuck?

- Yeah, and we like it.

Miss Regan, come with me, please.

Take the car.

This gentleman wants to speak to you.

Miss Regan, Mr. Sage.

- Hey, that wasn't her fault back there.

- You're a very lucky girl, my dear.

- What's your full name, Miss Regan?

- Sheila Regan. That full enough?

Too full for Mr. Ziegfeld,

but he can change it.

Where do you live?

Brace yourself, pal. Brooklyn.

What is your phone number?

Flatbush 7098.

I suppose Mr. Ziegfeld

can change that too, huh?

- Yes, to Butterfield, pal.

- Oh, now, wait!

You will be at Mr. Ziegfeld's office

tomorrow morning at 11:00.

Nod once if you've heard me.

Very lucky girl, my dear.

Hey, what's the matter?

Well, tomorrow morning at 11:00...

...l'm a Ziegfeld girl.

Just like that.

Hey! Order me three of these

in different colors.

They don't come in different colors.

Think the leopard will change

its spots for you?

What else?

Well, Gil, how do I look?

You look all right, Red.

Don't sound so good.

Thank you.

Yes, Mr. Ziegfeld.

Miss Gallagher of Ed Gallagher

and Company?

That's me!

Mr. Ziegfeld will try to see

your act tonight.

He'll try.

You'd think he had to fight his way

into the theater.

It'll take a miracle

to make him catch our act.

This is the place they dish

those miracles out, honey.

They ran a fresh one up for me.

Mind if I touch you?

Maybe those miracles

are catching, like measles.

- Oh, Miss Gallagher?

- What?

Mr. Ziegfeld wants to know

where you're playing tonight.

Oh, the...

...Harlem Opera House.

Well, I'll give that Ziegfeld bird

just five minutes to get here.

- lf he doesn't show, he's lost me.

- Pop, give him a few minutes longer.

Not a second. When he gets here,

that's our cue to be hard to get.

- Right now, I feel awful easy to get.

- Don't ever be.

You got everything your mother had,

and she was bigtime...

...after I ironed out the kinks

in her technique.

Gosh, I hope he liked our act.

I'm getting so tired of tank towns

and trained seals.

For you and me both.

Not that I haven't known some

very charming seals, but...

- It's him! That's him.

- He just got in under the wire.

Won't you come in?

You're Ed Gallagher and Company?

In the flesh, my man.

As big as life and twice as natural.

I'm Noble Sage,

Mr. Ziegfeld's strong right arm.

Oh, come on in, come on in.

Here, have a chair.

Thanks. I've got one.

Mr. Ziegfeld saw

your performance tonight.

Did he like it?

Did he say he liked it?

How is Ziggy?

- You know Mr. Ziegfeld?

- No. He never had the pleasure.

You're very lucky. Mr. Ziegfeld would

like to see you in his office tomorrow.

Right! What time?

- How about 11:
00?

- Right.

- That's the New Amsterdam Theatre.

- Right.

- 42nd Street.

- Right.

And say, tell Ziggy he's getting

the best act in vaudeville.

- Who should know better than me?

- Oh, Mr. Gallagher...

...Mr. Ziegfeld isn't interested in the act,

only your daughter.

- Right.

- No, wrong.

I won't be there at 11:00,

Mr. Sage, or ever.

I couldn't. Not without my father.

Why, without him, I'm nothing at all.

If Mr. Ziegfeld can't understand that,

how could I work for him?

I couldn't respect him.

No. Tell him thanks very much,

but I can't accept.

Susie. I said, right.

I mean right, Mr. Sage.

My kid will be there.

Right.

And tell Ziggy he's getting a break

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