All language subtitles for Make Mine Music; (1946)

Chorus: Make mine music

make mine music

and my heart will sing

make mine music

and it's always spring

all the world goes romancing

when melody fills the night

and even the stars go dancing

to the music of the moonlight

make mine music

and I'll dream of you

make mine music

and the dream comes true

music will play the shadows away

when everything seems to go wrong

so make mine music

and life will be a song

make mine music

ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh ooh-ooh

(opening theme ends)

(Soft music playing)

Woman: (Singing)
Roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

in the deep

where sleepy shadows roam

chorus: Ah-ah-ah-ah

while we roll blue bayou

in your dreamy light

memories echo

in my heart

tonight

man: (Singing)
I hear the echo of

our song of love

-murmuring low
-chorus: Murmuring, murmuring low

man: (Singing) And here am I

still haunted by

the ghost of long ago

woman: (Singing)
Roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

roll the blue

and sleepy shadows home

chorus: Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

oh-oh

roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

in the deep

where sleepy shadows roam

while we roll blue bayou

in your dreamy light

memories echo

in my heart tonight

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh-ooh

roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

roll the blue

and sleepy shadows home

Roll along, blue bayou

through the silvery foam

roll the blue

and sleepy shadows home

across the blue moon

(music ends)

(Soft jazz playing)

(Jazz piano playing)

(Drums, bass joins in)

(Jazz clarinet playing)

(Band joins in)

(Phone rings)

(Whistling)

(Scatting)

Boy!

(Scatting)

(Continues)

(Humming)

-(Humming continues) (Sneezes)

(Scatting)

- (Car horn honking)
- Hey!

Man: (Singing) Hop in the old jalop and

woman: (Singing)
Head for the malted shop and

chorus: All the catsjoin in

down goes my last two bits

comes up one banana split

and all the cats join in

(horn honking)

Drop your Jack in the old jukebox

- (tires screech)
- Play your favorite disc

when you dance with the Bobby socks

you dance at your own risk

rip, everybody swing

yes, swing till the rafters ring

and all the cats join in

(Tires screech)

(Scatting)

(Continues)

(Crowd cheer)

Chorus: Rafters ringin'
how they're swingin'

all the cats join in

(music ends)

(Soft piano playing)

(Orchestra plays slow music)

Man: (Singing) I'm so lonely and blue

when I'm without you

I don't know what I'd do

sweetheart, without you

the joy and tears

that love endears

would have no meaning

if I didn't have you

to keep me dreaming

at the close of each day

when I'm without you

and my heart kneels to pray

I pray about you

you take a star

and lead it far away from heaven

and the star will be lost

as I'm lost without you

At the close of each day

when I'm without you

and my heart kneels to pray

I pray about you

you take a star

and lead it far away from heaven

and the star will be lost

as I'm lost without you

(Orchestra ends)

(Upbeat piano)

(Band plays)

Chorus: Oh, whata lark
to ride out to the park

- (whistles)
- And just to see Casey

they travel for miles
and they stand in the aisles

- (whistles)
- And just to see Casey

the ladies don't understand
baseball a bit

they don't know a strike
from a foul or a hit

but when they see Casey
that game has got it

Casey the pride of them all

man: (Sustaining note) All...

Narrator: The outlook wasn't brilliant
for the mudville nine that day.

The score was four to two
with but one inning left to play.

Listen, ya bunch of bush ieaguers.

This here is the 9th inning,
in case you don't know it.

It's the windup, the blow off.

Come on now, unbutton your shirts.
Now get in there and fight.

Who's up next? Cooney!

Narrator: The coach was really worried
when cooney went to bat,

but all he had to offer
was 300 pounds of fat.

Ah, but cooney was determined.
He tried to do his worst.

He kept his batting average, all right.

And as usual,

died at first.

- You're out!
- Visitor: Attaboy!

(Visitors grunting)

Uh, hurray for our side!
Hurray, hurray!

- Aw, shut up!
- Sit down!

Kill the ump, the burn!
I'll kick the stuffin's out of him.

Spectator: Yeah, run that guy
outta town on the rails.

Narrator: Barrows was the next one up
and barrows made a hit.

Wow, he smacked a beauty
right in the pitcher's mitt.

- You're out!
- (All shouting)

- All: Boo!
- There goes the...

Narrator: A straggling few got up to go,

ah, but the loyal fans stood pat.

They'd put up even money now
were Casey at the bat.

Ah, but Flynn preceded Casey,

of all the stupid guys.

The bat is getting in his hair.

Now the hair is getting
in his bat.

Egad, he let drive a single
much to his own surprise.

(Crowd cheering)

- Safe!
- (Cheering)

Narrator: The next one in the lineup
was no-hit Jimmy Blake.

Of all the mugs in mudville,
he was the biggest fake.

But he was really blazing
and to the wonderment of all...

(Screams)

Blake the fake
tore the cover off the ball!

(Crowd laughing)

And when the dust had lifted
and they saw what had occurred,

there was Jimmy safe at second
and Flynn a-huggin' third.

Cozy, isn't it?

You're safe!

- (Cheering)
- (Band playing)

(Chanting)
We want Casey! We want Casey!

We want Casey!

- (Giggling)
- Chorus: Oh

Casey's the guy with his eye on the ball

- (whistles)
- Colon na: But mostly the ladies

chorus: Casey's the guy
who's the idol of all

- (whistles)
- Colon na: But mostly the ladies

chorus: Casey is mighty and manly

Casey's a dangerous gent

colonna: Egad, when he goes
to bat hang on to your hat

he's batting a thousand percent
with the ladies

oh, Casey has nerve
and he knows every curve

- (whistles)
- He's no hokeypokey

(grunts)

He gets away with that old double play

- (wh istles)
- He's sure okeydokey

chorus: He makes all
the ladies go ga-ga, it's true

no wonder they swoon
when he comes into view

colonna:
He was the Sinatra of 1902

all: Casey, the pride of them all

(squealing, giggling)

Narrator: The pitcher's nerves were jagged
and his knees began to shake.

Hey, can't catch me!
Can't catch me!

One eye was watching Flynn

and the other eye, watching Blake.

(Players heckling)

(Gulps)

While the frightened pitcher
ground the ball into his hip,

defiance gleamed in Casey's eye.

A sneer curled Casey's lip.

(Chortling)

And now, the leather-covered sphere
came hurtling through the air.

And Casey stood a-watching it
in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman,
the ball unheeded sped.

"That ain't my style," said Casey.

St-t-t-t-rike one!

Narrator: The umpire said.

- (Babbling)
- From the benches black with people,

there went up a mighty roar,

like the beating of the ocean
on a stem and distant shore.

Kill him! Kill the umpire!

Narrator: Yelled a cutie from the stands.

And it's likely they'd have killed him,
had not Casey raised

his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity,

great Casey's visage shone.

He stilled the rising tumult
and bade the game go on.

(People shouting)

He signaled to the pitcher,
and once more the spheroid flew.

But Casey still ignored it,
and the umpire said, quote...

St-t-t-t-t-trike two!

- Narrator: Unquote.
- (Booing)

"Fraud, " cried the maddened thousands,
and the echo answered, "fraud!"

But one scornful look from Casey...

And the audience was awed.

They saw his face
go stem and cold.

They saw his muscles strain.

And they knew that Casey
would not let that ball go by again.

All: Ooh!

Narrator: The sneer is gone
from Casey's lip.

His teeth are clenched in hate.

He pounds with cruel violence,
his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball,
and now he lets it go.

And now the air is shattered
by the force of Casey's blow!

(Swooshing)

Women: (Singing)
Somewhere in this favored land

-the sun is shining bright
-(Chirping)

Narrator: Ah, yes.

Women: (Singing)
Somewhere bands are playing sweet

full chorus:
And somewhere hearts are light

colonna: (Singing)
Somewhere men are laughing

(narrator laughing)

Somewhere children shout

(thunderclaps)

But there is no joy in mudville.

Mighty Casey has struck out!

(Sobbing, blubbering)

(Yells angrily)

(Frustrated grunts)

All: Casey, the pride of them all

colonna: (Sustaining note) All...

What do you know?
The game is over.

(Soft music playing)

(Orchestra plays grand music)

Woman: (Singing) Two silhouettes

together in the afterglow

two silhouettes

become as one

when lights are low

and with the night slumbering on

we'll build a dream for two

a perfect dream set to a theme

lovely as you

two hearts on fire

will soon inspire

the stars to dance

the flames that stray will light the way

to our romance

and when I hold you in my arms

to my heart's delight

two silhouettes will drift away

into the night

Two hearts on fire

will soon inspire

the stars to dance

the flames that stray will light the way

to our romance

and when I hold you in my arms

to my heart's delight

two silhouettes

will drift away

into the night

will drift away

into the night

(Music ends)

(Mellow music playing)

Narrator: Now, this is
a story of, uh, uh, uh,

uh, Peter and the wolf.

As you know, in the musical score
of Peter and the wolf,

each character is represented

by a corresponding instrument
in the orchestra.

Peter, by the string quartet.

(String quartet playing)

The bird, whose name is sascha,

by a flute, way up high.

(Flute playing)

Sonia, the duck,
by an oboe, like this.

(Oboe playing)

And here is Ivan, the cat,
represented by a clarinet...

(High pitched voice)
In a very low...

(Deep voice)
Ahem, in a very low register.

(Clarinet playing)

Grandpapa is an old bassoon.

(Bassoon playing)

The shooting of the hunters' guns,
by the kettledrums.

(Kettledrums playing)

And there is also a wolf.

(Dramatic music)

(Wind howling)

(Snarling)

Little does that wolf know

what's in store for him this day.

For our hero, little Peter,
armed to the teeth,

is setting forth to capture him.

Uh-oh. There seems to have
been a change of plans.

(Bassoon playing)

For Peter's grandpapa thinks
that little boys like Peter

should not go out to hunt the wolf.

This is very embarrassing
for a great hunter.

(String quartet playing)

(Bassoon playing)

- (String quartet playing)
- (Whistling)

(Flute playing)

And this is sascha,
the little bird we told you about.

Excitable little chap, isn't he?

Forgetful too.

(Flute continues)

Narrator: (As sascha) "Hello, petie.
What goes? Where ya goin', huh?

"Can I go, petie? Can 1? Huh?

"Oh, boy! A gun! Loaded too!

"Going hunting? Ohh! That's for me!"

"Everything's okay, petie.
Come on. Let's go!"

(String quartet playing)

(Whistling)

(Flute playing)

Narrator: The wolf!

- (Oboe playing)
- But it isn't the wolf at all.

It's only Sonia the duck.

(Oboe, flute playing)

"Hello, Sonia." "Hello, petie."

Now Sonia wants
to join the party.

(Oboe playing)

(Flute playing)

Imagination is a wonderful thing!

(Snarling)

But sometimes it can
run away with you.

(Flute playing)

"You coward!"

(Clarinet playing)

Now who's this?

Oh, it can't be...

(Chuckling)
Oh, no. It's Ivan the cat!

Hello, Ivan!

Ivan's a peaceful, fun-loving sort.

Maybe a little shy on brains.

You know the type.
Hey! Look out, sascha!

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

(Clarinet playing)

Oh, how can they ever get any place

if they're going to
fight among themselves?

"Ivan, you ought to be ashamed!

"You big bully!
You cat-in-the-grass!"

"Come on, sascha. Ivan's sorry.
He won't do it again."

(Hissing)

(Dramatic music playing)

And so, once more,

our little band of intrepid hunters
sets forth to find the wolf.

- And they find him.
- (Screeches)

(Dramatic music intensifies)

Sonia! Sonia! Behind you!

Look out!

W-o-I-f!

(Snarling)

Oh! That wolf is everywhere!

Peter, do something!

Oh, no. Look, Peter, why don't ya...

Look, maybe if you could...
Then maybe Peter... oh, well.

Peter, don't just stand that way!

And don't stand that way either!

(Oboe playing)

Oh, Sonia!
This is no time to relax!

(Snarling)

(Oboe playing)

(Snarling)

(Flute playing)

(Dramatic music playing)

(Snarling)

Poor Sonia!

(Oboe playing)

(Sobbing, sighing)
Well, that's one gone.

Goodbye, Sonia.

- (Oboe plays softly)
- (Sobbing)

Will this crime go unavenged?

- (Snarling)
- Not if little sascha can help it.

(Snarling)

(Flute playing)

You, you, you beast!

Take this and this and this!

How do you like this, eh?

And this, eh?

How about this, eh?

Not so good, eh?

Good work, sascha!

Uh-oh. Trouble!

Sascha! Sascha, get up!

Get up! Get out of there!

(Dramatic music)

(Dramatic music intensifies)

- (Snarling)
- (Flute playing)

Look out, please, for overconfidence.

- (Thuds)
- Oh!

This is bad. This is very bad.

(Violins playing)

Saved!

(Snarling)

(Kickdrums playing)

(Dramatic music)

Just when things
are looking blackest...

Hark! What's that we hear?

(Cossack music)

What's this we see?

(Cossack music)

The hunters!
Mischa, yascha, and vladamir!

That's vladamir in the middle.

- (Kettledrums playing)
- (Babbling)

(Whistles)

"Wait a minute. I'll show you.

"W—o-I-f. Wolf!"

"Wolf?

"To the rescue!"

(Cossack music)

(Dramatic music playing)

(Whimpering)

(Whistling)

(Kettledrums playing)

Oh, Peter, you're safe!
You've captured the wolf!

Oh, happy day!

I think I'll say that again.

Oh, happy day!

(Cheering)

Oh, Peter, what a hero!

You too, Ivan.

Everybody's happy...

Except the wolf!

(Men chanting) Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

(Sobbing)

But little sascha isn't happy.

He's thinking of his lost playmate,

Sonia.

Sonia.

(Sobbing)

"Sonia?

"Sonia! Oh, then you're not dead!

"You're safe! Oh, Sonia.

"This is the most
wonderful, wonderful day!

"The wolf is captured!
Peter caught him!"

(Piano playing softly)

(Clarinet joins in)

(Cello joins in)

Man: One, two, three.

(Upbeat jazz music)

(Music ends)

(Gentle music playing)

(Gentle music continues)

(Song begins)

Women: (Singing) Johnnie fedora
met Alice bluebonnet

in the window of a department store

'twas love at first sight

and they promised one night

they'd be sweethearts for evermore

Johnnie would serenade Alice

too-ra-lay, too-ra-lie too-ra-loo

he sang of a beautiful palace

of a beautiful hatbox for two

but Johnnie fedora lost Alice bluebonnet

to a patron of the department store

her beauty was sought by

the girl she was bought by

for 23.94

Johnnie, oh, Johnnie

your Alice bluebonnet

will always be waiting for you

so, don't give up hoping

and don't give up dreaming

for true love will come

smiling through

Johnnie fedora was lonely and stranded

in the window of the department store

when lo and behold

he was suddenly sold

and his heart became gay once more

Johnnie sang out like a Robin

(warbling)

Too-ra-lay, too-ra-lie too-ra-loo

to strangers he'd come up a-bobbin'

oh!

I thought you were someone I knew

he looked for her uptown
and crosstown and downtown

from the Brooklyn bridge
to the Jersey shore

it all seemed in vain
till he heard the refrain

of the song Alice sang of yore

Johnnie, oh, Johnnie

your Alice bluebonnet

will always be waiting for you

so, don't give up hoping

and don't give up dreaming

for true love will come

smiling through

(song ends)

(Wind blows)

(Upbeat music playing)

(Bell dinging)

(Bell clanging)

(Hooves clopping)

(Snarling)

(Horn honking)

(Chattering)

(Crowd screaming)

(Alarm ringing)

(Whistle blowing)

-(Crowd screaming
-(Police muttering)

(Wind blowing)

(Women vocalizing)

(Song begins)

Johnnie kept yearning
he kept on returning

to the window of the department store

his voice became hushed

he was literally crushed

and it started to rain and pour

each place he went he kept calling

too-ra-lay, too-ra-lie
too-ra-loo, la-la-la

his spirits kept falling and falling

for his Alice was nowhere in view

but, hey, nonnie-nonnie
an iceman found Johnnie

and he cut him to fit on his horse's ears

'twas done without malice

for beside him was Alice

and they lived on for years and years

(whip cracks)

Da, da-da-da da-da-da-da

-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
-driver: Hyah!

You Johnnie fedoras

you Alice bluebonnets

whenever you find yourself blue

you'll find it's June in December

-if you'll just remember
-(Whinnying)

That true love will come smiling through

that true love will come smiling through

(music ends)

(Slow orchestra playing)

Eddy: Ahh

(holds note)

This is how it all began

just a little back-page item

about a voice that sang at sea

and then this fantastic news

appeared on the front page

and then in screaming headlines

extry! Read all about it!

Paped

a singing whale

-what do ya know -imagine that

I don't believe it

I don't believe it

for who ever heard
of an operatic whale

I don't believe it

I don't believe it

then headline followed headline

Then doctors and experts

and men of anatomical biology

-debated and argued -(Barki ng)

And quoted ichthyology

impossible, preposterous

we savagely deny it

magnificent, miraculous

we certainly certify it

and even the great impresario

of the grand opera

raised an eyebrow

and tried and tried
to figure it out

(Italian accent)
Hmm. This a-whale,

she's a-maybe swallow the opera singer.

That's it!

This a-whale, she's a-swallow
the opera singer!

I find-a the great signor donatelli
in the fish market.

I discover the great lilli galli
in the honky tonky.

Then why not I find the opera singer

in the belly of a whale, huh?

I do it!

Oh, get-a me a great big schooner

and get-a me a good harpooner

photographers and reporters
from all the newspapers

publicity, publicity

publicity

Narrator: Publicity, yes.

But to whitey the sea gull,
it was opportunity, the big opportunity

for his friend, Willie the whale.

There was no time to lose.

He must bring these two together.

Well, there was tetti tatti now.

And tetti tatti
was in for a wonderful surprise.

Because Willie hadn't
swallowed any opera singer.

He could really sing. Listen.

Willie: Mammy's little baby
loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby
loves shortenin' bread

mammy's little baby
loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby
loves shortenin' bread

two little children lyin' in bed

one of 'em sick
and the other 'most dead

call for the doctor
the doctor said

feed them children
on shortenin' bread

mammy's little baby
loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby
loves shortenin' bread

(dinging)

Mammy's little baby
loves shortenin', shortenin'

mammy's little baby loves

shortenin' bread

- mmm!
- (Applause)

Narrator: After all these years

of casting his shortenin' bread
upon the waters, now, at last,

- success lay just over the waves.
- (Seagull squawks)

"Willie! Willie! Willie, look!

"That's you, Willie.
He's looking for you.

"It's your big opportunity.

"Willie's going to be a great star.

"Our Willie, going to sing grand opera!"

Goodbye, my friends
I'm off to be discovered

tra-ia-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm off to be discovered

narrator: At last, the long years
of patient waiting

and the endless hours
of faithful practice

were about to be rewarded.

As Willie sped to his audition,

he wondered what he should sing
for his opening number.

What would impress this impresario?

How about a bit of "figaro"?

Yes, sure, "figaro."

(Willie singing in Italian)

(Singing continues)

La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

there she's a-blows!
There she's a-blows!

Figaro! Figaro!

Figaro!

Figaro, figaro, figaro.

Figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro,
figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro!

- (Squawking)
- Figaro!

(Willie singing in Italian)

Shoot-a the whale!

(Singing continues)

(Continues singing)

Willie: Figaro!

Figaro! Hey!

(Whistles) Figaro!

(Continues singing)

(Continues singing)

Hurry up! Hurry up!
Rescue the opera singer!

All: Shh!

(Continues)

(Gurgung)

(Singing crescendos)

Don't a-worry! We'll a-save you!

La-ia ia-iaaaa

- bravo!
- (Whistling)

Bravissimo! Bravo!

Narrator: Ah, but they hadn't
heard the half of it.

Well, they hadn't even
heard a third of it.

For Willie was no ordinary singing whale.

Willie could sing
in three separate voices.

-La-la-la-la-la-la
-narrator: Tenor.

-La-la-la-la-la-la
-narrator: Baritone.

-La-la-la-la-la-la
-narrator: And bass.

La-ia

why, Willie was a singing miracle!

(Tenor voice in Italian)

(Continues)

Tetti tatti: Let-a me up!

This is a-mutiny!

(Mutters)

(Continues singing)

(Baritone voice joins in)

(Squawks)

Mamma Mia!

He's a-swallowed
two opera singers!

(Singing continues)

(Squawks)

(Bass voice joins in)

(Squawks)

He's a-swallowed
three opera singers!

Narrator: Stubborn, deluded tetti tatti.

For right there before his very eyes

was the biggest discovery
in all musical history.

Just imagine, a whale

singing opera
on the very stage of the met.

(Singing in Italian)

(Continues)

(Singing crescendos then stops)

(Applause)

Crowd: Bravo!

(Cheering)

(Applause, cheering)

- Bravo! Bravissimo!
- (Whistling)

(Barking)

(Squawking)

Ah, mio core

ah, dolore

ahh

(sobbing)

Io pian...

Go

-Tristan -isolde

-geliebter -geliebter

(both singing in German)

(Singing continues)

Je suis mefisto

roi de I'enfer

je veux

ta

Vie

(holds note)

(Bang)

I got him! I got him!

Vittoria!

Vittoria!

(Thunderclap)

(Dramatic music)

Narrator: Now Willie will
never sing at the met.

But don't be too harsh
on tetti tatti.

He just didn't understand.

You see,
Willie's singing was a miracle,

and people aren't used to miracles.

And you, faithful little friend,
don't be too sad.

Because miracles never really die.

And somewhere,
in whatever heaven is reserved

for creatures of the deep,

Willie is still singing

in a hundred voices,
each more golden than before.

- (Willie singing)
- And he'll go on singing

amid the applause and the cheering

forever.