All language subtitles for Delightfully Dangerous 1945

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- I wish- I wish I were there.

[ORCHESTRA PLAYING]

And I can hear it
say, we will love

- (SINGING) In a shower of
stars, underneath an umbrella

of moonbeams with you,
I'm caught in a dream.

In a shower of
stars, 'neath a bower

where sunflowers dance
for a windswept beam.

A lover's melody, with
little wings for me.

tomorrow for this yesterday.

On a billowy cloud, 'neath the
twinkle of summer rainfalls

with you, in a shower of stars.

[APPLAUSE]

[APPLAUSE TURNS TO SCORNFUL
LAUGHTER]

- Yeah, I met you walking home.

[LAUGHTER]

- Come on, unconscious.

Come on.

You'll sleep better horizontal.

[PLAYS SHRILLY]

- I can't stand it either.

Wake up, genius.

The big day has dawned.

- What time is it?

-8 o'clock.

How come it's so dark?

- You've got your
eyes closed, silly.

- Oh, gee.

I only dreamed it.

- Dreamed what?

- I was with Morton Gould
last night, in New York!

- (RECORDING) Music is the
language of the spheres.

- Hey, has my telegram come yet?

- What telegram?

- From Jo!

She promised she'd let me
know if she could come today!

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

- Come in.

Oh, it's you.

- Well who did you
expect, Frank Sinatra?

- Bring it in, Susie.

Thank you for the loan of
your recording machine, Molly.

Put it over there.

- The things I do
for $0.50 a week.

- I recorded my graduation
speech last night.

Would you like to hear it?

- Do we have a choice?

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

- Come in.

- Have you kids seen the
programs for the show?

They just came!

- Oh, I hope my name's
in it this year.

I'm want to start a scrapbook.

- What's the idea?

The show doesn't
go on for hours.

- Listen, if I ever get
down off these toes,

I'll never get back up again.

[GIGGLING]

- Quiet, girls.

Listen!

- (RECORDING) Ladies
and gentleman, parents,

(HEAVILY ROLLING
THE "R"S) friends-

- What friends?

- Her own sister?

Good music never become extinct.

[ECHO AND RECORDING MALFUNCTION]

[GIGGLING]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

- Yes?

- Good morning, young ladies.

Rehearsing so early?

Sherry, were you
expecting a telegram?

- Yes, from my sister.

[BELL RINGS]

- There it is.
- Oh, thank you.

- There's the first bell.

You'd better hurry if
you want breakfast.

- You two will never be ready.

- All right, girls,
there's the first bell.

- Come on, Nadine.

Come on, Jen.

- Well, what are you waiting for?

- But maybe she can't come.

- Well, you'll never know
if you don't open it.

Come on.

Well?

- Molly, she's coming!

She's coming!

- "Have arranged for understudy
to take my place today.

Will arrive 1 o'clock train.

Forever love, Jo."

Oh, Molly!

[BELL RINGS]

[SQUEALS HAPPILY]

- There's the bell.

Come on!

- Oh, golly.

- I bet nobody ever had
a sister like mine.

I wonder if she'll recognize me?

How long since she saw you?

- No sir, she's in Niagara
Falls- on her honeymoon.

- Last summer.

But I was only 14, then.

Just a kid!

- Oh.

You mean way back in BG.

You know, before girdles.

- Oh, Molly.

You should've made me put
up my hair last night.

Jo's so fussy about that.

Look at her.

Just look, not a
hair out of place.

- I wonder how she does it.

- She squirts stick'm on it!

- The last time I tried that,
I couldn't get my hat off.

Honest!

- This must be a very
exciting day for you, Sherry.

- Oh, you can say that ag- I
mean, yes, Professor Bremond.

- I'm looking forward
to seeing your sister.

Of all my pupils,
you're the only one

whose family I have never met.

- Oh, well Jo's so
busy all the time.

No sooner does she close in one
show than she opens in another!

- Oh, I see.

What about you, my dear?

Will your charming
mother be here today?

- Honeymoon?

Again?

- Yes, sir.

It gets kind of discouraging.

Just about the time I get
one stepfather broken in,

I get a new one.

- WOMAN AT STATION:
Here it comes!

[TRAIN BELL RINGS]

- Well, Mr. Hale,
Mr. Arthur Hale.

Now don't tell me I'm mistaken.

We sat next to each other
last year at the school play.

I had my little
Pekingese with me.

My daughter Nadine
was the leading lady.

- Oh yes, yes of course.

- She bit you, remember?

- Your daughter bit me?

- Oh no, my Peke.

My daughter was so embarrassed.

- Well, it was
really all my fault.

I was scratching her leg.

- [LAUGHS] My daughter's?

- No, no, no.

The peke's.

- Oh, Mr. Hale.

You're so funny.

You say the most amusing things.

[CHATTER AT STATION]

- Excuse me.

- Sorry.

CONDUCTOR: Board!

Board!

Board!

- She didn't come.

And she promised.

This is the first promise
she's ever broken.

- There's probably a
very good reason, dear.

Now, you mustn't let
yourself be so disappointed.

Remember, we're all
depending on you for the show

this afternoon.

You're the star, you know.

- I know.

And that's why-
[BEGINNING TO CRY]

That's why I wanted
Jo to be here.

- Come on, Molly.

- Excuse me.

Where could I find a cab to
take me to Fernridge School?

- Well, I'm afraid
you can't, Miss.

You see, every cab
in town's on the way

over there now,
full of visitors.

- Well, how soon
will they be back?

Well, I expect they'll
stay until after the show.

- Oh dear.

Don't tell me I have to walk.

How far is it?

- Straight down that road there,
it's about 20 miles, roughly.

- Afraid that's a little
too rough for these heels.

I don't suppose you could
take me, could you, Mr, uh-

- Perkins.

Peter Perkins.

- Listen, Pete.

Would $10 put you in a
higher income bracket?

- Well, I could always
list it as a gift.

- The things you men think of.

- Yeah.

- Well, you might learn
more about her sister.

- You know, Arthur,
I deeply appreciate

your interest in the school.

- I always enjoy coming
up here, Professor.

You never let the kids look like
amateurs in your performances.

How do they feel about doing
a Morton Gould operetta?

- The whole school's
very exciting.

I think you'll enjoy it.

And you'll hear a real voice,
a girl named Sheryl Williams.

- Good.

I'm reviving a Strauss musical.

So far, I haven't been able
to find a leading lady who

can sing those
romantic old waltzes.

Can I meet Miss Williams?

- Yes, but-

- What's the catch?

- Sherry is just 15.

-15?

- Well, she'll get older.

- But I have to have
someone this year.

I can't wait for my star to age.

- Well, I understand she's
got an older sister who's

quite a musical comedy favorite.

- Oh, what's her name?

- Uh, Josephine, I think?

Josephine Williams.

- Never heard of her.

- Let's go backstage.

I'll introduce you to Sherry.

- What's the use?

I'm not interested in infants.

- What'd you say her name is?

- Josephine Williams.

- All right, so your
sister's a star.

- Yes.

- All I want to know is
what she's starred in.

- Well, she's playing
in New York now.

- What's the name of the play?

- Well, it's- oh, I don't know.

- She doesn't know.

What's the name of anything
she's ever been in?

- Well, there was- oh, you've
got me so mad, I can't think!

- Did you ever see her in a play?

- Well, how could I?

- In winter, I'm in
school, and in summer,

well- well, she
never works in summer.

- You know what I
think, don't you?

- Who cares what you think?

Lay off, will ya?

What's the idea
of getting her all

stirred up just before the show.

- Because I'm sick
and tired of hearing

about her mythical sister!

- You mean, you think I'm lying?

- Why don't you grow up?

Personally, I think your
sister's been giving you a song

and dance, and I don't
mean on any stage.

- Here.

- Nadine, look out!

- She is a star, isn't she?

- Why, Mr. Hale.

Oh, I met you last year
when you came for the show.

My mother's peke
bit you, remember?

- Yes, I was scratching
her leg- the peke's.

- Well, it's awfully
nice to see you.

Won't you come in?

- Well, thanks very much.

Professor Bremond was going to
introduce me to Ms. Williams,

but he seems to be lost
in the shuffle somewhere.

- Oh, I'll be glad
to introduce you.

- Girls, this is Mr. Arthur Hale,
the famous Broadway producer.

- How do you do, ladies?

- (TOGETHER) How do you do?

- And this is our
little Sherry Williams.

- (TEARFULLY) How do you do?

- What's this, the
star of the show

in tears, and just before
the curtain's going up?

Well, we'll have to fix that.

- It's all her fault.

- That's not so.

- It is so, so!

- Just a minute, ladies, please.

- I'm glad you're here, Mr. Hale.

You know everybody on
Broadway- all the stars.

- Well, I know a
great many of them.

- Have you ever heard of Sherry's
sister, Josephine Williams?

- Oh, they've all gone.

- Yes.

I was talking about her
just a few minutes ago.

- Mr. Hale, tell her the
names of some of the shows

that Jo's been in.

- Well, let me think.

There were so many of them.

Did any of you girls see a
play called "Dancing Shoes?"

- (TOGETHER) No.

- I didn't.

- Well, she was in that.

A terrific hit.

Oh, yes, indeed.

It ran several seasons.

And your sister, a
really great performance.

I'll never forget her
in that first act.

She was so beautiful with
that gorgeous black hair-

- You mean blonde hair.

- Uh, yes, of course.

Blonde hair.

But in the first act,
she wore a black wig.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

- Overture, overture.

Overture.

[GIRLS BEGIN CHATTERING]

- All ready, girls.

Everybod- Sherry,
aren't you dressed yet?

- No, ma'am, I-

- You're late, I'll help you.

Mr. Hale, if you please?

- Certainly, I'm sorry.

Sherry-

- Thank you.

- Well, lots of luck, Sherry.

I'll see you later.

[OVERTURE BEGINS]

- Can't you go any faster?

- I can, but the horse can't.

[LAUGHS RAUCOUSLY]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Once upon a song,
butterflies wore clothes.

- (SINGING BEAUTIFULLY) Once upon
a song, diamonds grew on trees,

and the moon was made
of cottage cheese.

Once upon a song,
Christmas came in June.

Every day was Sunday afternoon.

For the doubters, I
can show that- that it

could happen once upon a song.

And it rained the
petals of a rose.

Once upon a song,
cows played clarinets.

And the jitterbugs
hummed minuets.

For the doubters, I can
show that all you need

is faith to know that it
could happen once upon a song.

[ORCHESTRA PLAYS]

You've no idea how
much you've improved.

[APPLAUSE]

- Oh, chicken, you
were wonderful.

I've never been so
thrilled in all my life!

pictures of the whole cast.

- Do you really think so?

- Ah, sweetie.

- Oh, anyway, I was kind
of giving my all with you

and him both out there.

- Him?

A boyfriend?

- Oh, no.

Someone much more important.

Mr. Arthur Hale,
the big producer.

We had quite a long talk
just before the show.

- What did you talk about?

- About you.

He thinks you're wonderful.

- He does?

- He raved!

He said he never
would forget you

in the first act of "Dancing
Shoes" with that black wig.

- What else did Mr.
Hale tell you about me?

- Oh, let me think.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

- May I come in?

- Mr. Hale!

Why, certainly.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you very much.

Here she is!

- How are you, Miss Williams?

- Mr. Hale.

- You did like the show?

- Very much, especially you.

- Honest?

- Cross my heart.

- You must be very proud of her.

- I am.

- Girls, where are you?

They're waiting to
take (HALTINGLY)

- Excuse me.

caused you any discomfort.

I'll be back in just a minute.

My sister.

- Oh.

Hello.

- If you'll pardon my
curiosity, Miss Williams-

- Now that we're alone, you
can drop the Miss Williams.

You know who I am.

- I'm sorry, but I don't know
what you're talking about.

- You mean you really
don't know me?

- I'm not sure.

I'm supposed to know every
musical comedy star in New

York, but you still
have me confused.

- Oh, well, you're a
very busy man, Mr. Hale.

You couldn't possibly
remember everyone.

- Still, I'm certain
I've seen you somewhere.

Perhaps-

- Could it have been in a
performance of "Dancing Shoes?"

- If we keep that up much longer,
you'll have me believing it.

- Oh, don't tell me you
lied to Sherry, Mr. Hale?

- I'm one of those
weak characters

who can't stand a weeping woman.

Sherry wanted everyone to
hear that you were a star,

so I lied for her.

Right away, everyone
felt better.

Especially me.

- Well, I'm sorry if
Sherry's vivid imagination

- Oh, gosh.

But I appreciate your gesture.

- Just a minute, please.

But you are obviously
of the theater.

Perhaps.

- Then perhaps I could
interest you in my show.

Would you consider coming
to my office tomorrow?

It happens that I'm desperately
in need of a leading lady.

If your voice is
anything like Sherry's-

- Well, have you
forgotten, Mr. Hale?

I have a long-term contract
with "Dancing Shoes."

If you'll excuse me,
I'll look for Sherry.

- Now, chicken, you're not
going to be silly about this,

If I'm gonna catch that early
train to New York tomorrow,

are you?

I don't like working all
summer anymore than you do.

- Then why are you doing it?

- Well, you don't
think I'd cancel

our vacation unless
I had to, do you?

- Why can't I go with you?

- Because you wouldn't enjoy it.

- Hot theaters, uncomfortable
hotels, and stuffy old trains.

Believe me, dear.

You're much better off
right here in school.

- If I could only
see you in one show.

Summer school doesn't
start for two weeks.

Can't I visit with
you until then?

- Honey, I told you.

The show closes in New
York tomorrow night.

And then we go
directly on the road.

Now be a good little
trouper, will you?

- Life is so difficult at times.

- Yes, I know.

Now please write, and
don't run out of money.

- All right, Jo.

But I feel like I'm wasting
the best years of my life!

- Oh, darling.

Be a good baby.

Bye-bye.

- Come on, darling.

- Wow, what a day.

It's me for bed.

- Oh.

I'm gonna have to do
some fast sleeping.

How's about you, Dreamboat?

- I've got it!

Oh, Molly, I've got it!

- Here we go again.

No, this is a super duper idea.

It came to me just
like- [SNAPS] that!

- Well, forget it just
like- [SNAPS] that.

Every time you get one of those
super dupers, somebody winds

up in the soup.

- Not this time.

Listen.

- Pardon me.

Are you Miss Molly Bradley?

- Yes, sir.

- Your mother asked
me to meet you.

- Are you my new father?

- No, Miss.

I'm the new butler, Robert.

This is my roommate,
Sherry Williams.

She's here to meet her sister.

- But she doesn't know it.

I'm going to surprise her.

- She's never seen her sister.

- No?

- On the stage.

- I see.

Where is she playing?

- Well, it may sound
silly, but I don't know.

Um, how could I find out?

- Might I suggest that you
phone her place of residence?

There's a phone
right over there.

- Well, why didn't
I think of that?

I'll be right back.

- Gee, are you intelligent.

- It runs in the family, Miss.

- Hello?

Bradford apartments?

I'd like to talk with
the clerk, please.

- The clerk?

Well, he just stepped
out for a cup of coffee.

I've been delegated to
take over temporary.

Mhm.

Miss Josephine Williams?

I don't know exactly
where she's playing.

But I know it's one of them
theaters on 42nd Street.

You're welcome.

Brother, would you not throw
that gum on the sidewalk?

- You mean you never
go to the theater?

- No, Miss.

I spent all my spare
evenings at home,

practicing on the piccolo.

- You too?

- Say, we must have a
jam session sometime!

- Jam session?

If I may- Jo's playing at one
of the theaters on 42nd Street.

Would you mind
dropping me off there?

- Very good, Miss.

Right this way.

PROMOTER: Yes, sir!

And starring none
other, folks than that

hypnotizing that
tantalizing, scandalizing,

red-headed bombshell.

None other than that
famous Bubbles Barton.

Whoa, just a minute, sister.

You're in the big city, now.

Yeah, the next time you
come to a full stop,

you want to hold your hand out.

Just till the
[INAUDIBLE] passes.

Get your tickets now, folks!

The show closes tonight.

Your last chance to see
the little lady before she

packs up her bubbles
and goes on tour.

Yes, my friend.

She packs up her bubbles
in her old kick back

and takes her smiles
on to someplace else.

I'll be out of a job
tomorrow, anyway.

I have to walk up and down
here, if you don't mind.

Folks, you've
never seen anything

like this Bubbles Barton.

Oh, maybe in a dream, perhaps.

Yes, sir.

That chick's your dream
girl come to life!

Ask your folks- girls,
girls, and more girls.

Two hours of fun and folly.

Feast for the eyes and ears,
just exactly the way you folks

like it.

And starring none other than
that tantalizing, hypnotizing,

scandalizing,
red-headed bombshell.

The one and only Bubbles Barton.

Hey now, listen, that's getting
to be a habit with you, sister.

You'd better quit it.

- Ticket, please.

- Sorry.

No minors allowed.

- But I have to
find out something!

- Why don't you wait
until you grow up, kid?

- No, you don't understand.

I have to see-
Miss Bubbles Barton.

I think she's my sister.

- You think.

Don't you know?

- Oh, please.

It's so important.

- OK, kid.

Show closes tonight.

Hey, Steve!

Pass the kid in.

- Oh, thanks.

[BAND PLAYING AND WOMEN SINGING]

You're not so smart.

[APPLAUSE]

[SULTRY MUSIC BEGINS]

- (SINGING) When you come around,

[APPLAUSE AND WHISTLES]

- (SINGING) Or I'd rather
spend the evening with mother.

You bore me, you kill me.

But baby, you thrill me.

Don't you know I'm only teasin'.

So give me a break, and
spare me the flowers.

For when I'm with you,
the minutes seem hours.

Your kisses offend me,
but baby, you send me.

Don't you know I'm only teasin'.

You're mighty slow.

[MEN YELLING AND URGING]

When I said no, [ROWDY LAUGHTER]

- (SINGING) I surely
thought that you

had caught the wink in my heart.

On Saturday night, if we'd go
out dancing, when you take me

home, there'll be no romancing.

I'll freeze like December,
but baby, remember.

I'm T-E-A-S-I-N you.

[CHEERING AND WHISTLING]

- You look at my legs as
something to smile on.

But is it my legs,
or is it the nylon?

Don't you know I'm only teasin'.

If you should like,
a perfume rare,

You know, you ain't doing
the box office any good.

- (SINGING) It's something new
they call Cologne du Camembert.

If I were a queen, I'd say
as a starter that all of you

should be knights of the garter.

[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]

- Hey Donny, that's what
I want for Christmas.

[MEN'S LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]

- PROMOTER: Ask your folks.

Girls, girls, and more girls.

Two hours of fun and folly.

Feast to the eyes and
ears, just exactly the way

you folks like it.

And starring none other than
that tantalizing, hypnotizing,

scandalizing,
red-headed bombshell-

- [BEGINS WEEPING]

- Bubbles Barton.

Well, look, sister.

The show can't be that bad.

Oh, well, I'm
sorry, but you have

to move on and take
your tears with you.

I'm- I'm- Sherry, what
are you doing in New York?

- [SNIFFLES]

PROMOTER: Get your
tickets now, folks,

because the show closes tonight.

Yes, so this is the last
chance to see the lady before-

- I'd like a ticket
for Fernridge, please.

- I'm sorry, there's
no space left.

- No space?

Well, when's the next train?

-5:30 tomorrow morning.

- Tomorrow morning?

- That's right.

- I beg your pardon, sir.

There's a- a young
lady to see you.

- Jeff, I thought I
told you I didn't

want to see anyone tonight.

I learned the truth about her.

What's the trouble, dear?

- (TEARFULLY) "If I can ever
help you, please let me know."

Oh, Mr. Hale!

- Will that be all, sir?

- Jeff, would you
stay right here?

- (UNENTHUSIASTICALLY) Yes, sir.

[WEEPING CONTINUES]

- Shall I change the record, sir?

It seems a trifle gay.

- Come no, Sherry.

Take it easy.

It can't be as bad as all that.

- Oh, it's worse.

It's just about the end
of the world for me!

[BREAKS INTO FRESH TEARS]

- Would it make you feel better
to tell me what happened?

- Oh, I couldn't.

I'm too ashamed.

- Ashamed?

About what?

- My sister.

- Splendid.

I saw her.

Hardly any clothes on.

All those men!

[CONTINUES CRYING]

- Well, how did it happen
you saw what you did?

- I saw her show!

Why didn't you tell me
she was in burlesque?

- Oh.

Burlesque.

- You knew all the time
she was Bubbles Barton.

- Your sister, Bubbles Barton?

Not really.

- You've seen her?

- Oh, yes, Miss.

You know, sir, she
has the most beautiful

pair of- eyes you've ever seen.

- Bubbles Barton.

Certainly.

I thought she looked familiar.

- You mean, you go to burlesque?

- Well, yes.

On and off.

Not that- I mean, sometimes.

- Well.

- Tell me, Sherry.

Did you sister see you
at the theater tonight?

- No.

- (DRYLY) Yes.

We'll get this all ironed
out before you talk to her.

Now, the first thing to
do is to get comfortable.

- Oh, look at me.

A mess.

Excuse me.

- Have you had dinner?

- No, sir.

- Well, how about a sandwich?

Or better yet, a
salad and a lamb chop.

- It would only
stick in my throat.

- A spot of tea, Miss,
or a glass of milk?

- Milk?

No, thanks.

- Well, there must be something.

What do you do at
school when the bottom

drops out of everything?

- Well, at school, when
Molly and I are face-to-face

with a crisis, we usually
have a hot six special.

- Jeffers, a hot six
special, please.

- A what, sir?

- Can you imagine that?

Jeffers doesn't know what
a hot six special is.

- You don't?

- I'm mortified to
say, Miss, I don't.

- Well, there's
really nothing to it.

It's simple enough.

You take two scoops of ice
cream, chocolate and vanilla.

Put the chocolate on the bottom.

- Chocolate on the bottom.

- May I speak to
Miss Barton, please?

- Then you add a slice of
pineapple, some grated coconut,

a few raisins, and
some marshmallow sauce.

And then you fill up the
glass with some hot caramel,

fudge, and sprinkles and
whipped cream and nuts.

- Nuts?

- Jeffers, a hot b- a
hot six special, please.

Sounds terrific.

- Yes, sir.

"Terrific" is the word, sir.

- Miss Jo, how come we've
got to work this summer?

We usually relax
during the heat season.

- I know it, Hannah.

But they've never
closed down all

the burlesque houses
in New York before.

What if the rest of
the country followed

suit and started clamping down.

Then where would we be?

- You're worrying about
something that ain't gonna be.

As long as men like
to look at women,

there's gonna be burlesque.

- I hope you're right.

We're going to make
all the hay we can

while the sun still shines.

[PHONE RINGS]

- It's gonna be a
long, cold, winter.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

- Hello?

[BUZZER]

This is urgent.

- Name urgent.

- Find out what he wants.

- She's busy right now.

Any message?

Who?

What?

Where?

Says which?

- Watch your blood
pressure, Hannah.

- What'd you say that
man's name is, again?

Mr. Arthur Hale?

- Is he on the phone?

- Uh-uh.

Yes, sir.

- What about Mr. Hale?

- Yes sir, I got the address.

- Hannah, for heaven's sake.

- Miss Jo, hold on to something.

Miss Sherry's in town.

- Sherry?

She's with Mr. Arthur
Hale right now.

- Well, what in the world
is she doing with him?

- Well, it can't be
good, because he wants

to know if you'll
come and get her.

- Will I!

- Hannah, get your coat.

You're going with me.

- Yes.

Arthur Hale.

Miss Jo, ain't
that the producer?

- I don't care who he is.

I wish he'd stop messing
around in my affairs.

- Where is she?

- Shh, please.

- What's the matter?

- Will you please stop yelling?

- Is she all right?

- Yes, she's just sound asleep.

Don't wake her.

- Why not?

- There are a couple of
things you should know first.

- Such as?

- She went to the
theater tonight.

She saw your performance.

I only told her I was
working in a show, - Shhh.

Who are you?

- I'm Jeffers, Mr.
Hale's gentleman.

- Well, I'm Hannah,
Miss Williams' lady.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

What do you got there?

- A terrific concoction, aptly
called a hot six special.

I thought Miss Sherry
might like another one,

if she survives the first two.

- She done eat two
of them already?

- Yes.

- Well, what's in them?

- Two scoops of ice cream, one
of vanilla, one of chocolate.

You put chocolate at the
bottom, and then you-

- Why?

- Why?

Oh.

That's a very
disturbing question.

- It's too bad she had to
learn the truth the hard way.

Still, it's a great relief.

No more ducking and diving
people who might tell her.

I was frightened to
death at Fernridge

you might recognize
me and embarrass her.

I dreaded the day when
she'd learn her mistake.

- Her mistake?

- Yes, you see, I never told her
I was a star in musical comedy.

That was her idea.

I'm sorry the
Williams family has

and she went on from there.

You don't know her imagination.

- And you didn't have the
heart to disillusion her.

- You can't explain
burlesque to anyone

who's not actually in it.

It's everything
people say it is.

Noisy, obvious, down to earth.

But so are a lot of people.

And they come to our
shows to be entertained.

- Wait a minute.

You know, a lot of people find
my show slightly diverting,

too.

- Of course.

But your shows are very
smart and artistic.

Bubbles Barton might be an
awful flop in a Hale production.

And that's a chance
I couldn't take.

That's what I couldn't
tell you yesterday.

You see, in burlesque, I'm a
star, making a lot of money.

As long as that money can go
on giving Sherry the advantages

of good schools
and fine teachers

to train her voice, then
I'm staying in burlesque.

- You don't have to
explain that to Sherry.

That's just about
what I told her.

- You did?

- Yes.

- But how did you know?

- I didn't.

I guess I just wished it.

- You've been very kind
and most understanding.

caused you such disturbance.

I promise it won't happen again.

- You know, I once produced
a play something like this.

At the end of the first
act, the misunderstanding

between the boy and the girl
was all straightened out.

The boy suggested they
celebrate with a little drink.

- I'll take bourbon,
what about you?

- I'll take Sherry.

Home.

- Eh, do you mind if I
call you in the morning?

- Why?

- I'd like to find out how
Sherry took my explanation.

- I don't understand.

What did she say
when you told her?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- When I finished
arguing your case,

I found the judge
was sound asleep.

- Hello, chicken.

-18, 19, 20.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Sherry, is that you?

This is me.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm eating a gooey chewy.

Have one.

Boy, am I silly.

Well, listen, tell me
all about your sister.

How was the show?

What did she wear?

- Oh, oh, I can't tell you.

Not over the phone.

But it's changed my entire life!

I've always heard that
suffering mettles the character,

and now I know it's true.

Molly, I'm facing the
most critical crisis.

- Sherry, for gosh sakes.

You're not sick, are you?

- Oh, you don't understand.

This is a mental upheaval.

I've got to rescue my sister!

Yes, Jo.

I've only got one sister, and
she needs a lot of rescuing.

What?

- I said, I'll be right over.

Don't do anything desperate
until I get there.

Bye!

- Why must I go
back to Fernridge?

- Good morning, darling.

- Hello, Jo.

- Sleep well?

- Yes, thank you.

- Wait'll you see the cute
things I have for you.

A little play suite and the
trickiest little sweater.

- Really?

- Something the matter?

- Of course not.

- Come on, Sherry.

Any time you're not
interested in new clothes-

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yes?

Here?

Oh, yes.

All right.

- Well, what's her problem?

Can't I stay here
a few more days?

- I'm sorry, darling.

It's out of the question.

- But I can't leave now.

I mean, I can't leave today.

- Why not?

- Well, I- [INAUDIBLE]

[BUZZER]

- Good morning, Mr. Hale.

- Good morning.

I just dropped by to
return your umbrella.

- Oh, thank you.

Won't you come in?

- Thank you.

You're looking very
well this morning.

- Well, I'm feeling
very underprivileged.

- Will you sit down?

- Thank you.

Jo insists that I go back to
school on the 5 o'clock train.

- Well, that's a very nice train.

The dining car
service is excellent.

- Well, it's not the
train that's worrying me.

- You see, I have to leave for
Jersey City in a few minutes.

We open there today
with a matinee.

And Hannah's already
left for the theater

to take care of my baggage.

It'll be fun to spend
the afternoon with her,

- The problem is I
can't miss that matinee

and Sherry must be
put on the train.

- Am I a child that has to
be led around by the hand?

- Definitely not.

Uh, suppose we fix it this way.

I'll call for you here at
3 o'clock this afternoon.

And after a drive
through the park,

we'll have some tea and
things at the nicest place

you can think of.

And I'll introduce
you to the conductor

of that nice 5 o'clock train.

- Did you two cook this
up while I was asleep?

- Oh, Sherry.

- All right.

I accept your invitation.

And I'll be ready at 3 o'clock.

And now I'm going to
have my breakfast.

- That was very sweet
of you, Mr. Hale.

But please forgive my asking
if your interest in Sherry

has anything to do
with your new show.

She's really too young
for a career, you know.

- Of course she is.

It never entered my mind.

Mr. Hale might
think I'm too young.

and it might help me
forget my own problems

for a couple of hours.

Now don't you worry.

I'll have Sherry on that train
at 5 o'clock this afternoon.

- Thank you.

- Now, you're in a hurry.

- Oh.

Your umbrella.

- Ah.

- I'll be back at 3 o'clock.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Any ideas?

- No.

- But I can't go back to
school and face everybody,

as long as Jo's in Burlesque.

Gee, wouldn't it be wonderful
if Arthur Hale fell in love

with Jo and put her
in his new show?

- Wait, I've got it!

- Well, what is it?

- I can sing that music!

I'll get Mr. Hale to
put me in his show!

- You?

- Sure!

Then Jo can quit burlesque,
and I can support the family

until everybody forgets there
ever was a Bubbles Barton.

- Gosh, what a heroic thought.

- Yes, (SLOWLY) isn't it.

Oh, but there's only
one thing wrong.

- Well all you got to do then
is make him think you're older.

- Well how can I do that?

- Well, my mother always
says- and she's proved it-

that no man can ever guess a
woman's age if she knows what

to do with her hair, her
clothes, and her figure.

- Well, there isn't much I can
do to my figure before 3 o'clock

today.

- Don't be silly.

You know what I've
seen my mother do?

- Arthur Hale calling for
Miss Sherry Williams.

- Oh, I have a message
for you, Mr. Hale.

Miss Williams went out and said
she might be an little late.

And would you mind waiting?

[BELL CHIMES]

- May I have a sheet of paper?

I'd like to write a nasty note.

- Yes, sir.

I understand.

picturing you being kidnapped
or run over by a truck.

[WOMAN CLEARING THROAT]

- Hello.

- How do you do?

Sherry!

- Am I late?

- What have you done to yourself?

- Don't you like it?

It's supposed to
be very chi-chic.

You have no idea
how long it took

me to get all glamored
up for our tea party.

- Tea party?

Do you know what time it is?

- Tea time's gone,
the train's gone.

Everything's gone but you.

- Well, I don't think
you're being very nice.

- I'm not trying to be nice.

Do you remember I
promised your sister

to put you on that
5 o'clock train?

- Well, you can put
me on the next train.

- What time's it leave?

- Oh, about midnight.

- Midnight!

Well, you don't
have to bark at me!

- Please.

I'm a wreck as it is, after
sitting here for hours

Maybe I'm not good enough
for a Broadway show.

- You did, really?

- Certainly.

- Well, I'm terribly sorry.

I had no idea you felt that way.

- What am I going to do
with you until midnight?

- You mean, because you're
going to be busy all evening?

- Yes, I'm helping to sponsor
a big benefit tonight.

- I know.

I read it in the papers.

- Well?

- Well, I don't
want to seem pushy,

but I am all dressed
up with no place to go.

- You wouldn't mind spending
the evening with me.

- I'd love to.

- Come on.

Jeffers'll fix you some
tea while I change.

- Where are we going?

- To my apartment.

- Woo-woo!

- Please, Miss Williams.

[BAND PLAYING]

- You see, the only way I
can get Jo out of burlesque

is to get a job myself.

- You mean, by singing.

- Yes.

- Need any help, sailor?

- The point is you're
not old enough.

- Why?

There's plenty of girls on
Broadway that are only 18.

- Yes, but you're only 15.

- Oh, no.

Yes.

- Well, what's the difference,
as long as I look 18?

- But you don't.

- That's only because you know.

Why, I bet any stranger-
especially a man-

would think I was at least 18.

- What'll you bet?

Make it easy on yourself.

- Hello, Mr. Hale.

- Jimmy, your dad told me
you were in the Pacific.

- I was, but they gave
me some shore leave.

- Aw, that's fine.

- I happened to see you
from across the garden,

and I thought I'd come over.

[CLEARS THROAT]

- Sherry, this is Jimmy Burns.

Miss Williams.

- Hiya, Sherry.

- Hey there, sailor.

How's about dropping
anchor for a minute?

- What do you mean, a minute?

I've got thirty
days to do nothing

but talk to beautiful women.

- Hello, Mr. Hale.

- Hello, there.

- Hello, hello.

I just called to thank Mr.
Hale again and make sure

- Always glad to help the Navy.

- Listen, leather necks.

This beach head's taken.

Go jingle your medal
somewhere else.

- Medals?

You mean you're a real hero?

- I hate to talk about it.

You tell her about it, Sam.

- Well, it was like
this, beautiful.

There I was, alone
in the jungle.

Surrounded by the enemy.

All my ammunition gone.

Nothing to fight with
but my bare hands.

- Hey, it's me she's
interested in.

- That's only your
opinion, Sergeant.

- Hello, Corporal, remember me?

Guadalcanal?

- Which war?

- Oh, my mistake.

- Pardon me, lady.

Haven't I seen you in pictures?

- No.

I only sing on the stage.

- Oh, yeah.

I could tell from way over
there you were an actress.

My name's Gallegher, and
meet three guys named Joe.

- (TOGETHER) Hi.

- Hello, Joes.

Uh, won't you sit down?

- Uh, say, chum.

How about some chairs?

- No, I'm sorry.

Mr. Hale isn't at home.

Oh, is that you, Miss Barton?

I mean, Miss Williams?

- Yes, it is.

[LAUGHTER]

that Sherry got away all right.

She didn't leave!

- Went out dancing, Miss.

- She and Mr. Hale did what?

- Well, at least Miss Sherry was
dressed for dining and dancing,

a little beyond
her years, perhaps.

But to my mind, she
looked delicious-

if you'll pardon my saying so.

- And just where did that
Prince Charming take her?

Oh, I see.

Thank you.

That dirty double crosser.

I even asked him this
morning cold turkey

if he wanted Sherry
for his new show.

- Well, what'd he say?

- He said she was too young.

- But he doesn't think she's
too young to take out dancing.

- Miss Jo, Miss Jo.

I hope she dressed up.

I wonder what she wore.

- Oh, Hannah.

That's beside the point.

Don't you see?

He wants her for his new
show, so he's dressed her

up to look older to prove to
her she can get away with it.

Go tell Sam to put Francine
on for the rest of the show.

- Yes.

- Well, that's how
it was told to me.

"Through Your Eyes
to Your Heart."

- Boys, a toast to
Miss Sherry Williams.

ALL: Sherry Williams!

- Thank you, boys.

- Sherry, did I ever
tell you about-

[CHATTER]

- Shove over, pal.

- Excuse me, Mr. Hale.

[LAUGHTER]

[ENTHUSIASTIC CHATTER]

- I beg your pardon.

Could you do without
me for a minute?

[APPLAUSE]

- Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.

It gives me great pleasure to
introduce to you my very dear

friend, Morton
Gould, who will play

for you one of his
own compositions-

- Come on, sing it again.

[APPLAUSE]

[ORCHESTRA PLAYS]

[SHERRY HUMS]

- Let's hear it.

[HUMMING TURNS INTO SINGING]

- Shhhh!

- (TOGETHER) Go away.

- Don't stop, let's hear it.

- Come on, baby, jam.

- [SINGS]

[STOPS SINGING]

- That's for you, honey.

[MUSIC PLAYS AT FASTER TEMPO]

[APPLAUSE]

Now, you're mine,
always mine, if we part.

- (SINGING) You seem to see
woman, just meaning me.

You saw the meaning of
moon flooded skies above.

My way and your
way lead straight

to the doorway of love!

Nothing old, nothing rests.

We just knew the meaning
of two happy nests.

- To meet Mr. Hopkins,
my radio sponsor.

Oh, my one happy spot is
when I saw through your eyes

to your heart.

[ENTHUSIASTIC APPLAUSE]

- Mr. Gould-

- Yes?

- I hope it wasn't
too rude of me.

- Oh, not at all.

- Oh, it's nice of
you to say that.

And I want to know I enjoyed
singing with you again.

- Again?

When did you ever
sing with me before?

- At Carnegie Hall.

- Carnegie Hall?

- Oh, but you
wouldn't remember it.

- It was only a dream.

- Oh.

Come along.

- Where are we going?

- Really?

- Well, I- will you
excuse me, please?

- I think he might be interested
in putting you on my program.

- Honest?

And you mean he'd pay me?

- Certainly!

Now, don't be too anxious.

And remember, don't
accept his first offer.

- Don't accept his first offer.

- Let's go.

- Mr. Hopkins, Mrs. Hopkins,
Mr. and Mrs. Kellog.

Miss Sherry Williams.

- How do you do?

Thank you.

- I suppose Morton has told you
I'd like you on my radio show.

- Yes, sir.

- Now, we can agree
on a suitable salary.

What would you suggest?

What's the matter?

- Well, that's not the
way it's supposed to be.

You're supposed to make me
an offer so I can say no.

[LAUGHTER]

- Oh, I see Morton's
been talking to you.

I'm sure she's
perfectly safe with him.

[LAUGHTER]

[LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE]

- There's a silly trick.

Give it to Red.

- Here, try it.

[CLICKS]

[LAUGHTER]

- Hello.

- Jo.

- This looks like a lovely party.

- A little short of women.

- Gentlemen, this is Miss
Williams, Sherry's sister.

- How are you?

- Hello.

- At ease.

- Miss Williams, you should've
heard her sister sing tonight.

She was terrific.

Wasn't she, fellas?

- She was.

- Wonderful!

- How nice.

Just where is my little sister?

- Your little sister is
somewhere around here

receiving the personal
applause of Morton Gould.

Shall I get her for you?

- No, thank you.

- Won't you sit down?
- (TOGETHER) Here.

- Take mine.

- No, thank you.

I have to talk with Mr. Hale.

Will you dance with me?

- Well, thanks.

But, uh, I warn you,
I'm not as fresh

as I was earlier in the evening.

- You still look
very fresh to me.

Would you hold this?

- Surely.

- Has that dame got a
figure, or does every woman

look that good to
me since I got back?

- Sure, that's who she is.

Bubbles Barton.

- Is that something?

- Bubbles Barton?

The hottest thing in
burlesque, that's all.

- (SIGHING TOGETHER) No.

- Yes.

- Well, let's have it.

- Have what?

- The questions you want to ask.

- No questions.

I know all the answers.

All but one.

- If you're referring to Sherry-

- No.

No, not Sherry.

It's you.

I'm afraid I had you filed
under the wrong letter.

- Of course, you know I
don't have the slightest

idea what you're talking about.

- Maybe I can explain.

Look.

See that man down there?

That's you.

Tall, attractive,
pleasant, prosperous.

All that's right
there on the surface.

But that's all.

A girl meeting you for
the first few times

couldn't possibly tell
what's underneath.

- So?

- So she has to guess.

Usually, it isn't very
difficult for anyone

who meets as many men as I do.

Almost automatically,
you classify them.

They're either A-man,
ah-men, or L-men.

- What's an A-man?

- An angler.

You know the type.

- Oh.

And the ah- and L-men?

- Did you lose something?

- Well, whatever it
was, it's gone now.

- Oh, that's too bad.

I'm cutting in, Mr. Hale.

- OK?

- Yep.

- Thanks!

- Is this true?

- Mr. Hale, I just
lost my girl, too.

What do you do in
a case like that?

- Well, Jimmy, if you're
interested enough,

go after her.

If you're not, do
what I'm doing.

Forget it, go home,
and go to bed.

Night.

- Night.

- I'm so excited,
I can hardly talk!

- You're old enough to sign a
contract, aren't you, my dear?

- Well, not quite.

- Oh, well in that
case, you better

bring someone along
to sign for you.

An older member of your family.

- Well, there's only
one in my family.

- Hello, chicken.

- Jo!

- Oh, my goodness.

- Wait till you hear the
most wonderful thing.

Mr. Hopkins is going to put
me on his radio program!

- Mr. Hopkins?

- Why, he's Lady Edith
Cleansing Cream!

Mr. Hopkins, my sister, Jo.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Oh, the one you said
was on the stage.

- You can say that again, Mister.

This is Bubbles Barton,
queen of burlesque.

Remember?

- Yes.

- You mean you've
never heard of her?

- On the contrary, you have
quite a colorful reputation.

- Mr. Hopkins says you'll
have to sign the contracts.

- That won't be necessary now.

- You mean I don't get the job?

- I'm sorry, dear.

- May I ask what
changed your mind?

The obvious reason.

I've spent 20 years building
up a dignified reputation

for Lady Edith products.

I can't have that name
turned into a joke.

- A joke?

Just because your new star
has a sister in burlesque?

- Miss Barton, perhaps
you don't know

the slogan for Lady
Edith cleansing cream.

Removes everything
in 30 seconds.

I can't afford a
tie-up like that

between my product
and burlesque.

- But you can't do this!

It isn't fair!

She'll quit burlesque.

Well, that was the
whole idea- my

getting a job so she can quit!

- Now, chicken, it's no use.

- I can support us both-
the money you promised.

- What a pity.

- I'm sorry.

- Please, baby.

- He promised!

You promised!

Everybody heard him promise!

[SOBS]

- Come on, baby.

- Jeffers, I'm
scared. [PHONE RINGS]

- Why, sir?

- We've been rehearsing a
week, and the show's no good.

- Well, the first
week of rehearsal's

always depressing, sir.

Hello?

Yes.

Miss Williams, sir.

- I'm not in.

- Miss Sherry Williams, sir.

- Oh.

Little poison ivy.

Hello?

- Hello, Mr. Hale.

I called to thank
you for your roses.

They're beautiful.

Yes, I'm practically
well now, thanks.

The spots are fading out.

Oh, didn't you know?

I had a case of delayed measles.

No, Jo didn't catch them.

when you told him I hadn't.

What's that?

- We're going away
today, Jo and I. Mhm.

On a long vacation.

You know, of course,
Jo quit burlesque.

Oh, yes, she's had a couple
of offers for musical shows.

Broadway productions,
but- oh, by the way,

how's your new show coming
along with that wonderful music?

- I'm afraid the music
sounds very tired.

For a week, I've been living
on a hot six specials.

- That's too bad.

Well, anyway I just had to call
and thank you for the flowers

before we leave town
today, and to wish

you good luck with your show.

Goodbye.

Oh, that was Mr. Hale.

- Oh, what did he want?

- Oh, nothing- in particular.

- Oh.

- Uh- but he asked about you.

- About me?

- He wondered if you'd
caught the measles from me.

- [LAUGHS] Probably
very disappointed

Move over.

- It's too bad you and Mr.
Hale don't like each other.

- Oh, it isn't that
I don't like him.

I just can't forgive
myself for saying

those terrible things to him.

And I haven't been able to
think of a way to make it right.

- He's awfully worried
about his new show.

He's afraid the music's
too old-fashioned.

- Well, he's right about that.

I don't believe
that audiences today

want that old-fashioned
tempo of 1894,

with their (POMPOUSLY) pompous
prima donnas with their high,

trilling voices.

Start at the beginning.

I'll show you what I mean.

[PIANO PLAYS]

- [SINGS OPERATICALLY]

(SINGING DRAMATICALLY)
And the high E!

[BOTH GIGGLE]

- Can you imagine paying $5.50
for three hours of that?

- It's awfully funny.

- Well, that's
exactly what I mean.

Of course, it's only
my personal opinion.

But if I were
producing a show, I

think it would go
more like this.

A wonderful idea, Joe
and Mr. Hale's show.

[PLAYS UPBEAT MELODY AND SCATS]

- Well, Hannah!

- Thanks for the boogie ride.

Uh, Miss Joe, you'd better
tell me what all you want

packed so you can
catch that train.

- All right, I'll come show you.

Now you see, that's
what I think they want.

But of course, I'm
not the producer.

- What is it you want?

My home recording machine?

And a blank record?

Well, when do you want them?

Right away?

Okey doke, I'll be
over in ten minutes!

- Oh, but there isn't time.

But why didn't you just call
him up and explain it to him?

- It's something
you can't explain.

He's actually got to
hear how Joe does it.

- I'm dumb, I guess.

But why do we have to
trick Jo into recording it?

Because Jo would starve
to death before she'd let

Mr. Hale think she
was asking a favor.

JO: Sherry?

- Oh.

- Oh, Sherry?

- Yes?

- Well, hello, Molly.

- Hello, Jo.

- What are you two up to?

- I just came over
to say goodbye.

I hope you have a
wonderful vacation

and everything turns
out just super.

- Thanks, dear.

Sherry, the men will be here in
a few minutes with the truck.

Is yours ready?

- Mhm.

Uh, I was just telling
Molly how you swung

Mr. Strauss around
a little while ago.

- It sounds sharp.

Just imagine, taking
Strauss out of the grave

and putting him in the groove.

I'd love to hear you do it.

- Oh, I was just noodling around.

- Oh, come on, Jo.

Do it for Molly.

She's never heard you sing!

- I'm gonna take this to
Mr. Hale's apartment,

- Oh, please, Jo.

I've never seen
you on the stage,

and it would give me
something to tell my children.

- Well, all right.

But just once over lightly.

What did I do?

- Oh, you remember.

[BEGINS PLAYING]

[SCATTING AND PLAYING IN
BACKGROUND]

JO: Oh, that's enough.

- A couple of trunks for
Grand Central Station?

Yes, sir, right in the bedroom.
- SHERRY: Mr. Hale's show.

- Come in.

JO: Oh, forget it, chicken.

I haven't been invited,
and I won't be.

- Excuse me, Miss Jo.

The man's here for the trunks.

- Oh, I'd better go see him.

Everything all packed, Hannah?

HANNAH: Yes'm, I packed
everything but that print

dress, and I didn't know
whether you wanted it or not.

JO: Do you think I need it?

HANNAH: Well, maybe you'd
better take it along.

- Are you sure you got it all?

- Oh, sure.

What do we [INAUDIBLE]
girls do next?

- Oh, it's not the food, Jeffers.

and I won't leave
until he listens to it.

HANNAH: Sherry!

- Yes, Hannah?

- Sherry.

Where are you all going?

The cab will be here right soon.

- Oh, I'm going to
do something for Jo.

- For Jo?

- I've got to get
some toothpaste.

- Oh, yes.

Toothpaste.

- Goodbye, Hannah.

Wish me luck!

- You need luck to
get toothpaste?

- I'll be right back!

- Goodbye, Hannah.

- Thanks a million,
Molly, and I'll

let you know how it comes out.

- Here's hoping.

- Here's hoping.

[GIRLS SHRIEK]

- Excuse me.

- [SIGHS]

[PLODDING PIANO PLAYING]

- Did you enjoy your lunch, sir?

- Terrible, simply awful.

- Well, I am sorry, sir.

I'm afraid I'm not
much of a cook.

Any vacation for you
is a vacation for me.

It's just that I'm
not getting anywhere.

For two cents, I'd take the
whole miserable show- [BUZZER]

- I don't want to
see anyone, Jeffers.

- I understand, sir.

You, again?

- Yes, I must see Mr. Hale!

It's a matter of life and death!

- Now, you come back here!

You can't go in there!

- Mr. Hale-

- [GROANS]
- Yes, I tried to stop her, sir.

But she's rather elusive.

- Mr. Hale, I've just
got to talk to you.

- Will you go away?

I'm a very tired man.

I've been up all night
with a sick player.

- That's just it!
Your troubles are over!

- Will you hear?

My troubles have just begun.

- Show her out.

- Yes, sir.

Did you say show or throw?

- I'm going to stay
right here and save

your show in spite of you.

And if you try to throw
me out, I'll scream.

Nice and loud, too!

- Telephone Miss Williams and
tell her to come over here

and take this little
genius away immediately.

- Mr. Hale, you can't do that!

It would spoil everything!

- Will you stop waving
that thing in my face?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

But don't you understand?

This is our only chance.

Jo and I are supposed to
leave in a few minutes

on our vacation.

- Good.

Jeffers, hurry!

JEFFERS: Yes.

- Well, didn't she say
where she was going?

- Yes'm, she said she was
going to the drugstore.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Hello?

Yes.

What?

Again!

Yes, certainly.

I'll be right over.

She's in Mr. Hale's apartment.

- This is getting monotonous!

- Yes, Especially for Mr. Hale.

Hannah, take the
bags to the station.

We'll meet you there.

- Yes'm.

- If you men would only listen to
us women, you'd get ahead a lot

faster!

- Where is that sister of yours?

- (FRUSTRATED) Oh!

I mean you too!

Mr. Hale, why won't
you listen to me?

Be reasonable!

It's for your own good!

Why are you so stubborn?

- All right, I give up.

What am I supposed to do?

- Nothing.

Just listen to this
rec- it's gone!

Jeffers!

[CRASH]

- Because she's
smarter than I am.

- Unbreakable.

Our unlucky day.

[RECORD PLAYS JO'S MUSIC]

JO (ON RECORDING):
Oh, that's enough.

SHERRY (ON RECORDING):
See what I mean?

You'd be perfect
for Mr. Hale's show.

JO (ON RECORDING): Oh,
forget it, chicken.

I haven't been invited,
and I won't be.

SHERRY (ON RECORDING):
Well, how do you know?

JO (ON RECORDING): Well,
even if he liked me,

Mr. Hale would swoon at the
thought of putting a girl

from burlesque into one of
his ultra refined shows.

Oh, no.

He hasn't got that
kind of nerve.

[RECORDING ENDS ON ECHO]

- How do you like that?

- Miss Bubbles Barton
in our production, sir?

Absolutely unthinkable.

- Why don't you
like her, Mr. Hale?

I don't like women who
are smarter than I am.

What's keeping Miss Williams?

- I have no idea, sir.

- I got here as
quickly as I could.

The door was open.

Hello.

Please forgive us, but
we're in an awful hurry.

We have a train to catch.

Come on, chicken.

- You're not catching any train.

Good ideas don't come often,
but little poison ivy here

just forced me to listen to one.

You might be the
answer to my dilemma.

I want to talk to you about
my ultra-refined show.

- Jo!

- Yes?

- Don't accept his first offer.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[ORCHESTRA PLAYS]

- (SINGING) A game of
love, a game of cards.

Your luck is good on Friday,
and on Monday, it retards.

It's all so true.

It's all the same.

- This finale's as good
as the rest of the show,

we have a hit.

- We?

Oh, yes, of course.

Thank you, Jeffers.

I think we have.

- If I may say so, sir.

You know, that Miss
Josephine is simply dynamite.

- I think you're right, Jeffers.

[SINGING CONTINUES]

- (SINGING) A game of
cards is like a twist.

- (SINGING) Oh, some deep
way makes me long to sway.

You wonder what the deuces
wild, and hearts are lie-

- (SINGING) This
is my first ball.

This is my debut.

Oh, what a setting,
oh what a debut.

It's so nice to
dance, such delight

to dance to your lovely waltz.

[CONTINUES SINGING]

[HOLDS HIGH NOTE]

Boogie rhythm, oh, yes, indeed.

And my heart takes wing
as I start to sing.

My eyes will shine
[SINGING CONTINUES]

[MUSIC BECOMES MORE UPBEAT]

- (SINGING) That solid
tune sends me to the moon,

and my heart goes bump
when the drummers thump I

can't keep still,
and I never will.

For it's such a
thrill when I swing!

[MUSIC SLOWS]

- (SINGING) Melodies
out of the past.

Songs, these yearnings,
always will last.

[CONTINUES SINGING]

[MUSIC ACCELERATES]

- (SINGING) Boogie rhythm,
that's what I need.

I'll stay with 'em
while I'm alive.

I'm at my best when I one,
two, three, four, jive.

[ORCHESTRA PLAYS]

- Arthur wants me to marry him.

- Are you going to?

- I think so.

- (SINGING TOGETHER) We won't
forget that life's a duet that

ought to be sung from
start to the end.

[SHERRY SINGS DIFFICULT SOPRANO
MELODY]

[APPLAUSE]

["IN A SHOWER OF STARS" REPRISE]