All language subtitles for Du Barry Was a Lady 1943-en-subrip

Back in the 18th century
when romance was in bloom

And Louis XV wasn't just a sofa in a room

A simple little country girl
who knew a thing or two

Got very, very chummy
with His Majesty, King Lou

The people disapproved of her
in no uncertain tone

Still, they'd agree that Madam D
was a power behind the throne

Behind her back, they called her names

On that we will not tarry

But to her face, with elegant grace

They said Madame Du Barry

Madame, Madame

They said Madame

Du Barry

Perhaps she was
a gorgeous little hussy from Bordeaux

But there's one thing
we positively absolutely know

Du Barry was a lady

No matter what they may say

Du Barry was a lady

The fairest gal of her day

She had to pull no strings
for the King's blessing

He fell in love with her French dressing

To marry this Du Barry
was every nobleman's goal

And put them all together
they'd fill the Hollywood Bowl

I couldn't tell you how, but she got along

And if she was no lady
fifty million Frenchmen were wrong

Though she started out in squalor

And though her past was shady

You can bet your bottom dollar

She ended up a lady

Du Barry

Du Barry

Du Barry was a lady

Oh, Rami, isn't she wonderful?

Just another female woman.

Take away her eyes, her nose, her mouth
and her ears and what have you got?

A blank expression.

She's wonderful.

-You never look at me like that.
-You never look like that.

Louis, if you're not doing anything
after work, I'd like to take you home.

No. Not after last night.

Oh, you could never be happy here.

Please marry me
and let me take you away from all this.

And after we're married
and settled down in our little love nest,

Maybe the stork'd come to our house
and bring us a lot of little...

Cigars, cigarettes, chewing gum.

Du Barry was a lady

Oh, what a lady was she

The men still raved about her
the last time I saw Paris

With wealthy knights she was chummy...

Please be very careful with this.
It's kolinsky.

Would you give me a check, please?

That's May Daly.

-Who?
-May Daly.

That's May Daly.

It doesn't matter now how she got along

If she was double-dating

Du Barry was okay

And if her life was shady

Well, who are we to say?

But if she was no lady maybe twenty

-Thirty
-Forty

Fifty million Frenchmen were wrong

Madame, you are about to meet
a handsome man.

-Not too young, not too old.
-About my age?

I see both of you meeting
in a secluded, moonlit, romantic nightclub.

But I've got to polish up the crystal ball.

Have you got a soft, slightly used $5 bill?

-Do you think this will be soft enough?
-It will have to do.

You will meet this man.

He will be wearing a tuxedo,
eyeglasses and some hair.

This is the man, your soul mate.

Marry him, madam, and you marry her.
$5, please.

That's a good one on you, Swami.
We were married last night.

-Weren't we, Mr. McGeehan?
-McGowan.

Oh, yeah. McGowan.

Marry Mr. McQuinn.
He is so charming, so debonair.

He reminds me of that well-known actor.

You know, the one who makes love
to beautiful girls like Hedy Lamarr.

You know who I mean.

Hedy.

My name is Pepe le Coco.

And I come from the casbah, Hedy,
the casbah.

You know what is the casbah?

It is right next to the delicatessen.

Hedy, I love you, I adore you.

I love your visage. I love your face.

I love your eyes,
and your lipses and your hair, Hedy.

Let me run through your hair

Barefoot.

Hedy, I love you, I adore you.

Look across the sea and what do you see?

Paris and the white way,

And the Rue de Montmartre,
and the Champs Élysées.

Hedy.

And this one thing, this one question,
runs through my mind again and again.

And it wants to know this one thing,
this one question, this one thing.

And my temples throb,
and my...doesn't know what to say,

My throat clenches tight
and my heart beats faster and faster.

Faster and faster beats my heart.

And it wants to know this one thing,
this one question, this one thing.

Will you go with me
to the high school prom?

-Louis, old pal, I'm glad to see you.
-Hello.

-Louis, I got bad news for you.
-What?

The cook out there just said
you were the tightest guy in the place.

But I stuck up for you.

I told him you had a heart as big as Texas.

-The cook said that?
-Yeah.

And he bet me 5 bucks
I couldn't borrow 5 bucks from you.

-Oh, he did, did he?
-Yeah. How do you like a guy like that?

Well, wait a minute. When do I get it back?

Just as soon as I see the cook.

Oh, now do you think
I'm as dumb as I look?

I'll give it back to you Saturday.
This is the cook's day off.

How sure can I be
I'm gonna get it back Saturday?

Just as sure as she's alive.

Oh, no. I gotta have better proof than that.

Look, Louis, I don't want
this dough for myself.

I want to spend it on someone.

Someone we both admire.

May Daly.

-You got a date with May Daly?
-Nobody else.

She'll turn you down
like she did last night.

May was tired last night.
She went straight home.

Oh, she did, huh?

Hey, I'll tell you what.

If May goes out with you tonight,
you don't have to return the 5 bucks.

But if she don't, you owe me $10.

Are you kidding?

Sucker.

You're wrong, Rami. He did lend it to me.

-Fly specks.
-Hey.

That guy's a friend of yours, isn't he?

I, Rami, have only one true friend,
Baldor the Omnipotent.

The voice from the beyond.

But I've got to admit,
me and the kid is pretty chummy.

Yeah? Well, tell him he's wasting his time.

You know who Miss Daly's
going out with tonight?

Don't look in that goldfish bowl.
I'll tell you.

Him.

-Handsome chap, isn't he?
-There's the rest of him out there.

-Cigars, cigarettes.
-Give me a cigar.

-Keep the change.
-20 bucks.

Gee, that entitles you to a match.

Cigars, cigarettes.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the Club Petite presents three boys

Who will give you their vocal impressions
of well-known bands on the radio.

May I introduce to you the Oxford Boys.

Let's dance a while
to the original Kay Kyser style.

Evening, folks. How you all?

Presenting Mr. Harry Babbitt.

I'm always thinking of you

So long, everybody.

It's pleasure time.

A cigarette, sweet music and you

A perfect blend for dreaming come true

Light up and listen
to the shortest 15 minutes on radio

With Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians.

And this is Fred Waring
and over half-a-hundred Pennsylvanians

Saying even in sleep, a song is the thing.

Good night, all.

From coast to coast it's Horace Heidt,
the trumpeters and the singing guitar.

Here's the country's number one
trumpet player, Harry James,

Playing Sleepy Lagoon.

The sweetest music this side of heaven,
with Guy Lombardo and the trio singing.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

And here's our own sentimental
gentleman of swing, Tommy Dorsey,

His trombone and his band.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.
Willie the wolf man's out there waiting.

Yes, I know. He sent in the evidence.

Oh, six orchids. My, my, my!

What's he trying to do, landscape you?

What a catch. Filthy rich, too.

They say this man's got more lettuce
than in a Victory Garden.

And marriageable, too.

Now, don't you worry about me.
I'm not falling for anyone.

Not until I see
the whites of their checkbooks.

-Maybe that's your rich guy.
-Maybe that's my poor guy.

You mean Alec?

You better forget about him.

Don't you go passing up no
golden opportunities like rich Mr. Willie.

Opportunities like him just tap once,
and gently.

It's your poor man.

-Hello, Niagara.
-Oh, hello. What are you doing?

-Playing one-nighters in dressing rooms?
-Mais oui, madame.

So sorry you are leaving.

-Was I leaving?
-Yes, Niagara.

Well, I guess I'm leaving.

I see you take the baby everywhere.

And she just learned a new song.

I wish that I could hear it, Alec,
but I haven't time tonight.

Sorry.

Well, the song can keep.

I'm trying it out with Dorsey tonight.

I wanted you to be the first to hear it.

You got a date?

I guess I got a minute.

-One chorus, huh?
-One chorus.

Do I love you, do 17

Doesn't one and one make two?

Do I love you, do 17

Does July need a sky of blue?

Would I miss you, would 17

If you ever should go away

If the sun should desert the day

What would life be?

Will I leave you? Never

Could the ocean leave the shore?

Will I worship you forever?

Isn't heaven forevermore?

Do I love you, do 17

Oh, my dear, it's so easy to see

Don't you know I do?

Don't I show you I do?

Just as you love me

Say, the song's better than I thought.

Now, look what you've done.

-What have I done?
-Hit me when my guard was down.

Do I love you.

-Do you, May?
-No.

I've decided not to fall in love right now.

As if it's up to you to decide.

-You're human, aren't you?
-I hope not.

-Now, May, look.
-I'm looking and what do I see?

A nice guy with brown eyes who
writes great songs and hasn't got a nickel.

-Maybe not now but...
-Yeah, I know. Things'll get better.

That's what my mother and dad said.

She was the prettiest girl on the block
and he was the nicest guy.

It was love at first sight

And when they took another look,
they were hitched, on $20 a week.

Yes, and only a few years later,
he was making $25.

Before you know it,

He bought Mom the nicest ironing board
and washtub you ever saw.

And then Mom started raking
in as much as 5 whole bucks a week.

Wasn't that swell?

Now you don't think
I'd let you take in laundry?

Well, my folks didn't start out
with that idea, either.

They were married.
That was their first mistake.

I was their second.
They had to eat. That was their third.

Maybe your dad didn't have my prospects.

I'm a rising young man.

Yes, you are
and you'll rise a lot faster without me.

-You'd help me.
-Yeah. I'm all you need.

My dad had ambitions, too,
but he kept holding onto a job he hated

So there'd be some security in the family.

He finally forgot his ambitions.

-My dad was a nice guy.
-Sure, he was.

-So are you.
-Thanks.

That's why I don't want to see you
come to what my dad came to.

I love you too much.

You said you loved me!

-Gosh, I never said that before.
-Go on, say it again.

-Alec, you're on.
-Coming.

I'll be right back after my number.

Don't go away now.

Do I love you, do 17

Doesn't one and one make two?

Do I love you, do 17

Does July need a sky of blue?

Do I love you, do 17

Oh, my dear, it's so easy to see

Don't you know I do?

Don't I show you I do?

Just as you love me

Say it again.

-Say what?
-That you love me.

All right.

I love you.

What's the matter, honey?

You don't sound like you mean it.

I don't, so get going.

Hey, what goes on here?
What's the matter with you?

Nothing's the matter with me.

Are you mixed up.

In one breath you can tell me you love me,

-In the next breath you...
-I can say get going.

All right, I will.

What are you gonna do?
Live on a desert island?

No, but I can't afford to marry for love.

Maybe I can find a guy
with money in the bank.

Once I'm married,

Who knows, maybe
I might even get to liking him a little.

Well, I wish you luck.

But get this straight, I don't agree
with any of your phony philosophy.

The only part that makes any sense
is where you said you loved me.

Well, I love you, too.

Plenty.

Enough to hope you get
those screwy ideas out of your head

And get yourself straightened out.

Louis, you never give me a tumble.

Can nothing ever come
of our beautiful friendship?

Not if I can help it.

But we could be so happy together.

Can't you see I love you and want you
for the father of my children?

I didn't know you had any.

Well, if that's the way you're gonna act,
then give me my ring back.

Okay, you can take me home.

But remember,
we say good night at the door.

-Now, does that make you happy?
-Does that make me happy?

Well, don't overdo it.

Is that the fly in the soup?

-Don't worry, I'll get rid of him.
-No, Rami, no rough stuff.

Sahib, I have a personal message
for you from the spirit world.

But I can't give it to you here.

We must step outside into the alley
where it is dark.

The vibrations are much better out there.

Take your hand off me.
Now go away. Don't bother me.

But this is about May Daly.

Well, there's nothing you or that phony
crystal ball could tell me about May Daly.

Now get out.

You clumsy fool!

Why don't you look what you're doing?

I'm sorry. It was an accident.
Terribly sorry.

You're sorry? You ought to be sorry.

You dress in good taste.

You clumsy idiot.
You'll pay for this. I'll have your job.

What do you want his job for?
He only gets 20 bucks a week.

Look at me. Look at me.

-I am looking at you and I can't stand it.
-Shut up.

-Oh, May, your new boyfriend's waiting.
-Thanks, Ginny.

You know, that guy tips 20 bucks
every time he buys a cigar?

Why don't you take some along?
It can't hurt.

Baldor tells me
that Miss Daly's date has been canceled.

The chef is about to serve Willie
on the dollar dinner.

Why, Willie, whatever happened to you?
How did you get like that?

I was sitting here waiting for you

And this stupid waiter spilled
a whole chef's salad all over me.

Willie, it's too bad, but...

Well, you just can't stand there.
You better go home.

Well, we've got a party arranged.
What am I going to do?

We're supposed to go
to the Rainbow Room.

-Like that?
-Well...

You better get that suit off
before it turns sour.

Well, that's a good idea.

Come up to my apartment.
It's nice and cozy.

Oh, I mean, while I change my clothes.

No, thanks, Willie,
I think I'll just run along.

-Well, I'll drive you.
-No, it's all right, I'd rather walk.

The air'll do me good. Good night.

Well, I...

-Good night, Louis.
-Good night, Miss Daly.

-Good night, Ginny.
-Good night.

-Good night, Miss Daly.
-Good night, Charlie.

-May, I mean, Miss Daly.
-Oh, hello, Louis.

Are you going in your direction?
I mean, are you going in my direction?

Look, I don't mean to be chasing you,

But I heard you say
you wanted to be alone,

So I figured you wouldn't mind
if I walked with you.

This coat. I'm two payments behind on it.
It sort of resists me.

Here. Let me help you.

-There.
-Gee, thanks.

Come on.

Oh, excuse me.

You'll have to pardon me
if I seem ignorant, but...

Well, I never expected to be walking up
52nd Street with May Daly.

-Who's she?
-Just a superb artiste, that's all.

-Just a nightclub singer.
-No, you're awful pretty, though.

I don't mean to be rude,

But you remind me
of one of those beautiful girls in Esquire.

The ones with clothes on, of course.

I hope you don't mind riding home
on a subway.

Compared to the boarding house I live in,
this is privacy.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

The boarding house where I live
is so crowded,

You have to take a bath piggyback.

Yeah, but you won't always
be riding on these things.

Someday you'll be riding back and forth
to work in a big limousine.

Tell me more.

Say, you know, Miss May,
you've got to develop confidence.

Who do you think pulls in millionaires
in that club every night?

May Daly.

Some millionaires'll go anywhere.

Nah, don't you kid yourself.
They're all crazy about you.

You could marry the whole bunch of them.

Well, I'll settle for one,
better than that, half of one.

Half a millionaire's no good,
taxes'll eat him up.

May Daly's got to have
a whole millionaire or nothing.

Well, suppose she can't find one
that she likes?

Likes?

-Oh, I'm sorry, madam, sit here.
-Oh, you shouldn't have gotten up.

What do you have to like them for?
That's for ordinary girls.

You can have anyone you want.

-Suppose I want to marry a poor guy?
-What for?

Well, you marry a rich guy for money.
What would you marry a poor guy for?

-What?
-For love.

Do you love her?

Well... Well, who wouldn't? But, gee, I...

-You love him?
-Louis is a sweet boy, but I don't...

Got anyone else in mind?

Hey, you're not thinking of Alec, are you?

Are you? That's who it is. It's Alec.

-Has he got money?
-No.

He's so poor he don't have
a pair of shoestrings that match.

My dear, when I was your age
I could've married money.

But instead I picked a very poor man
whom I loved dearly.

John and I have been married for 50 years,

And day by day our love has bloomed
into the most wonderful hatred.

Next time I get hitched, it's for dough.

Let's go back two thousand years
or more perchance

Before Delilah

Before Godiva

Before Gypsy Rose Lee was alive

Way, way back

Before they ever heard of Oomph Girls

At that time there lived a dame
who did her dance

Without a bubble that blew to smidgens

Without a fan or without a flock of pigeons

Way, way back

Before the Greeks
had a word for Oomph Girls

With seven veils she wowed the males

And made the hall of fame

And this modern swing and stuff and thing

All dates back to this dame

Salome was the grandma of them all

She had the stuff
that makes your motor stall

This babe took Babylon by storm

And handed down that magic formula

That takes the wallflowers off the wall

Yes, they swing and sway

Shimmy shammy, but they show me

No matter how you slice it

Boy, it's still Salome

On Samson and Delilah here's a tip

She got her man, but with no barber's clip

She merely went into her dance

The day she found him
with his panzer unit

And her blitzkrieg was a pip

Yes, it's box office

Minsky gives them a diplomie

But no matter how you slice it

Boy, it's still Salome

You can slice it thick

You can slice it thin

Or you needn't slice it at all

You can cut it long

You can cut it short

You can hang it up on the wall

But when they claim it's something new

It really doesn't throw me

For no matter

How you slice it

It's still comes out Salome

-I'm looking for a Mr. Louis Blore.
-That's me.

Will you sign right here?

What's this?

-Hey, what's this?
-That's a check for your hat.

-Give me me hat.
-Yes, sir.

-Well, give me your check.
-Give me me hat.

-Now, let's not lose your head.
-Let's not lose your teeth.

-Give me me hat.
-Well, give me a check.

-My hat, please?
-Yes, sir.

-Get in line. Give me me hat.
-My hat, please.

-Yes, sir.
-Give me me hat.

Quiet.

I'm sorry, sir.

Ambrose.

-My hat, please.
-Check, please.

Oh.

Here's your telegram.

-What's that?
-I don't know. Where's its head?

-Give me my toupee.
-Check, please. Oh!

I shall never come here again.

Here's your telegram.

You know, you just cost me
one of my best customers.

-He's a millionaire.
-He didn't even tip you.

Just the same, if I had his dough,
I wouldn't be in here checking derbies.

I'd be in there using $20 bills for napkins.

Hey, why is it all the rich people
have all the money?

Well, maybe some day
my luck will change.

-Hey, ain't you gonna read that?
-It's probably from the finance company.

Unless, of course,
I've won the sweepstakes.

"This is to notify you
that you've won first prize of $150,000

"In the Irish Grand National Sweepstakes."

You know, I've been
parking fedoras here for five years.

I never made a mistake
until you came along.

Now, I've won the sweepstakes.

Sweepstakes!

-Oh, thank you.
-Well, that's all right.

Well, Mr. Blore, won't you say a few words
to your millions of new friends?

Well, thank you.

Hello, Mom. It was a tough sweepstake,
but my horse won.

You know, all my life
I've been kind to dumb animals,

But this is the first time
a dumb animal has ever been kind to me.

And we're glad you won, Mr. Blore.

But I'm sure our listeners
would like to know one thing.

Were you very excited
when you received the news?

Well, I started off to be,
but I put a stop to it quick by collapsing.

Well, I don't blame you, Mr. Blore.
You must feel like a king.

-King Louis, that's me.
-King Louis? Oh, very good.

Well, Your Majesty,
who's the lucky girl to be your queen?

-Haven't you read the newspapers?
-No.

Well, I'm figuring on marrying Du Barry.

-Who?
-Du Barry, that's if she'll have me.

Well, I'm off to break the news.

Oh, by the way, dear friends,

If you'd like to have one of my pictures
autographed, absolutely free,

Just send in a $20 bill
to cover the cost of mailing and wrapping.

Well, Your Majesty,
because you've been so kind

As to participate in our broadcast here,

I'm going to present to you,
with the compliments of our sponsor,

A special tube of our De Kay toothpaste.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, by the way,
do you have an empty tube?

-No, I don't.
-Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, how do you like that?

-Did you ever say you'd marry him?
-No, of course not.

That's what's so funny.

Nothing that funny ever happens to me.

May.

-Did you hear Louis on the radio?
-Yes, I did.

-Did you see the newspapers?
-I did.

Very, very funny.

Go ahead and laugh.
You've given me plenty of laughs.

Yeah, I guess I have.

But what about this poor kid
when he finds out?

Finds out what?

That you don't have the slightest intention
of going through with this?

Why shouldn't I go through with it?
It's what I've always wanted, isn't it?

I said that love doesn't count
and it still doesn't.

And I said that money does and there it is.

You don't mean
you'd wreck your life and Louis', too,

Just because you're sore at me?

Oh, don't flatter yourself.
You don't even enter into my plans.

One moment. One moment, boys.

Tommy, you must do me a favor.

You know Louis
is taking over this place for tonight

And I want you and the boys
to give him a real entertainment.

-Please, you'll do it for me, Tommy, huh?
-Okay, Nick.

Fellows, you know, Louis won
a lot of money in the sweepstakes.

And he's taking the
place over tonight to celebrate.

Hey, slim.

Hey.

Keep an eye on your kelly?
Watch your lid? Park your derby?

No, no, that's not the way.
This is a high-class place.

When a gentleman walks in,
you smile and say, "Check your hat, sir?"

-That's it. That always slips me mind.
-It'll come to you gradually.

Say, how's business?

I ain't had a customer yet,
but I sure love the work.

Is that my old uniform?
It's too small for you, ain't it?

No, I'm just in it too far.

Well, maybe we should have
given this job to a girl.

But you can't get any.
They're all working in shipyards.

Louis.

-Louis, you look wonderful.
-Do I really?

Everything is just as you ordered it, Louis.
I mean, Mr. Blore.

Oh, you can call me Louis.
Money ain't changed me. I'm still lovable.

Here, hold this, will you?

Here's a couple of thousand bucks
to cover the brawl.

How'd that $5 bill get in there?

-Now, if you run short, let me know.
-Yes, sir, Louis. The place is yours.

It's your night to cut a rug.

Gosh, Louis, who'd have ever thought
you was gonna marry May Daly?

Oh, I could tell. That's on account
of me feminine institution.

-Is she here?
-Who?

-May Daly, my fiancée.
-Fiancée.

I want to hear that from her own lips
before I believe it.

You will. You will, don't worry.

Hey, how do you like my glad rags, huh?

Hey, did you get
two pair of pants with that suit?

Louis, I hardly recognized you.

You look like something out of Esquire.

When I buy an Esquire

The bible of the well-dressed man

My pulse jumps ten points higher

But not because of each Dapper Dan

I don't go in for fashions

I forget the authors' names

The only thing I go for

Are those beautiful dames

I love an Esquire girl

If you don't love an Esquire girl

You won't like steak, apple strudel

Angel cake, soup with noodles

You would eat an oyster
but you'd throw away the pearl

If you don't love an Esquire girl

I love a Varga girl

If you don't love a Varga girl

You'd laugh out loud at Whistler's Mother

Frankenstein is sure to be your brother

You would buy a Persian lamb
and cut off every curl

If you don't love a Varga girl

Those lovely pictures by Hurrell

I hang on every wall

They're so swell
I have to yell Hurrell for them all

I crave a lovely girl

If you don't crave a lovely girl

You've got a head, but what's below it?

You're half dead, but you don't know it

And if Lana Turner
doesn't set your brain awhirl

Then you don't love a lovely girl

If you still don't love a lovely girl

There's something you should see

The calendar that we present

For 1943

January, you resolve

To start the year out fine

February, you make every

Heart a valentine

March, you're just a bit unruly

April, you're so April fooly

May, you're so romantic

With your magic touch of spring

June, you have each couple hoping

Wedding bells will ring

July brings out that good old

Yankee Doodle in me

And August, what a wonderful

Vacation you'd be

Sweet September, you arrive

And disappear too soon

But you bring October

And a lovely harvest moon

November makes us thankful

For the blessings we hold dear

December makes us realize

It's been a lovely year

I crave a lovely girl

If you don't crave a lovely girl

You've got a head, but what's below it?

You're half dead, but you don't know it

And if Lana Turner
doesn't set your brain awhirl

Then you don't love a lovely girl

-Are you Mr. Louis Blore?
-No, that's him there.

Hey, Louis. Just leave it there. Louis.

Gee, it's beautiful, isn't it?

-L and M. Get what it stands for?
-Sure, ladies and men.

No, Louis and May.

-Take it to her dressing room.
-Yes, sir.

-Be sure and put it in water.
-Water?

-Here, put it over here.
-Oh, isn't that lovely?

-There's a cake for a king.
-Must have cost a fortune.

-Good evening, Louis.
-How are you?

Well, good evening.

-How are you, Miss Daly?
-Miss Daly.

-Come on, kiss the bride.
-Yeah, kiss the bride.

Kiss him, Miss Daly. We'll hold him.

I wish to speak to you, Louis.

Sure.

Alone.

Sure, just the two of us.

Sit down, please.

-I've seen the papers.
-Yeah.

Have you?

I see you wish to buy me.

Oh, gosh, no, Miss Daly.
I want to marry you.

Hey, talk to each other or something,
will you?

Well, I'm going to be
very honest with you, Louis.

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