All language subtitles for Madam Satan (1930)

[bird chirping]

Oh, Barbican, did you
have a beautiful bath!

Oh, Maggie, for the main course
of dinner tonight

we'll have a fillet, some potato
soufflé and broccoli.

But you never eat
broccoli, madam.

No, I know I don't, Maggie.

But Mr. Brooks
is very fond of it.

Come on. There's
the little fellow. Come on.

Oh, Thomas.

Thomas, there'll be three ladies
from the Welfare League

this afternoon for tea,
at 4 o'clock.

Very good, madam.

There you.

Oh, Brown.

Brown, I found that powder puff,
in Mr. Brooks room.

How do you explain it?

I use it for polishing
the nickel.

- May I have it, madam?
- No.

I suggest that you buy
yourself a chamois.

Yes, madam.

Come on, sweet.

Now, I'll put him out
in the beautiful sunshine.

There you.
There you are.

Madam, you didn't take your
exercises this morning.

Oh, I know I didn't, Martha.

Martha, is it worthwhile
for a wife to break her back

to please her husband?

It's impossible to please
a husband, madam.

Hmm. I'm beginning to think so.

Oh, uh...Mr. Brooks didn't
return last night, Martha.

He's away on business.

Yes, madam.

Say, just a minute, old man.
This is my door.

Wait a minute.

Say, you're so stingy, you
wouldn't share it with a pal.

Why, of course, I will.

But it's no good
while it's shut.

Let's open it. Huh? And then,
you can have half of it.

Oh, thanks so much, sir.

* Heaven forgive thee kindly *

* But my life aren't
worth a song *

* Why thy pleasure
to deceive me *

[humming]

[piano music]

[music continues]

Oh, I just didn't want to make
noise, but I don't care.

[music continues]

Pardon me, madam.

'Mr. Brooks has just returned
from his business trip.'

Thank you, Martha.

Perhaps, you'd better
read this, first.

Why, Martha!

Why, Martha. I was in bed
at 10 o'clock.

That's what I thought, madam.

Hmm.

* Oh, it ain't gonna rain
anymore no more *

* It ain't gonna rain no more *

* So how in the juice
can I cook my goose *

* If it ain't gonna rain
no more *

* Oh, it ain't gonna rain
no more no more *

* It ain't gonna rain no more *

* So how's that I use
my tears to wash your ears *

* If it ain't gonna rain
no more *

* Oh, it ain't gonna rain
no more no more *

* It ain't gonna rain no more *

* So how in the juice
can I cook my goose *

* 'Cause it ain't gonna rain
no more *

Stopped raining.

Ha! Didn't I tell you it would?

There, the tree is here
and the..

- Eh, good morning, darling.
- Good morning, dear.

- Hello, Jimmy.
- Oh, hello.

Did you enjoy yourself
last night?

Oh, no.
No, darling.

No, as a matter of fact,
I had a terrible time

with some out-of-town
business men.

- Business?
- Oh, yes.

You know me, darling.

I eat business,
and I sleep business and--

- Drink business.
- Yes..

I hope the business went well.

Well?

[laughs]

You don't know
the half of it. Huh?

[laughs]

No, I'm sure I don't.

Huh?

Well..

You two look as though
you needed some sleep.

I'll go turn down the bed.

- Red, like her head.
- No, she doesn't even suspect.

She's too sweet
to call your bluff.

You're right.
She is too sweet.

You know, I wish she'd
throw something at me.

Yeah? So do I.

(Jimmy)
'Why don't you get pajamas
that fit me?'

Why, if you want to get any--

Come on, you two.

- I'll tuck you in.
- Thank you, darling.

- Oh, there's the morning paper.
- Hmm, any news?

No, nothing important.
Just that you're a bigamist.

What?

- Hey, now, what does it say?
- Now, just a minute.

Ha ha.
Yellow journalism.

Absolutely.

You know, there should be a law,
against putting things

like this in the paper.

But, uh, Mrs. Brooks,
who is she?

Huh?

She...couldn't have been you,
could it, eh?

No, indeed, no,
it...wasn't you.

I know she wasn't.
Who was she?

- Well..
- Who indeed?

- You guess.
- You were there, Jimmy.

Oh, yes. Mm-hmm, yes.
Jimmy was there.

She wasn't your wife, Bob.
Whose wife was she?

Oh, she..

...she was Jimmy's wife.

Jimmy, huh?
Why, Jimmy's not married.

[laughs]

Isn't that silly, Jimmy?

She didn't know
you were married.

When did you, uh, when did
you get married, Jimmy?

Oh, suddenly.
Very very suddenly.

Darling, why didn't you tell
me that Jimmy was married?

Ha ha ha. I haven't known it
very long, myself.

Well, he's keeping as a secret.

Oh, yes. You see, marriage
is sacred to Jimmy.

I'm glad it is to somebody.

Mm-hmm. He didn't want
a soul to know.

That is, except himself
and the girl.

And they never speak of it.

- A real romance.
- Oh, most romantic.

Hmm. They're on
their honeymoon now.

Are they? Where?

A-a-at the Royal Arms.

Ouch.

Eh, huh. Oh, yes. Yes, that's
right. In...in his wife's arms.

Where every honeymooner
ought to be.

Yes. Home is where the heart is,
I always...say.

I do want to meet her, Jimmy.
What's her name?

H-H...Her name is, uh...
her name is the same as mine.

I mean her maiden name.

Oh, she hasn't been a maiden
for a long time.

What's her first name?

Her first name? Her first..
Her first name?

Oh...her first name is...
is really Trixie.

- Yeah. Huh?
- Huh.

Trixie?
How perfectly sweet.

- Yes.
- Hmm.

- Where does she come from?
- Oh, from..

(both men)
Down South. North.

- No, South.
- North, South.

Darling, listen.

Oh, from way down South,
in...North Carolina.

Yes, you know what
the Governor of North Carolina

said to the Governor
of South Carolina, huh?

Well, she's descended
from both of them.

- Must bring her to call soon.
- Oh..

Yes.

Very beautiful to think of
someone being happily married.

Well...I fixed that.

And how?

Don't blame me.
Blame my wife.

- She's so darn suspicious.
- She has a right to be.

I don't see how you can run
around with a jane like Trixie

when you've got a wife
like that.

Trixie is not a jane.
She's a...a counter-irritant.

Yes. Well, you've got no
business marrying me off

to your counter-irritant.

You don't understand.
I'm a romantic guy.

I crave warm affection. And all
I get is frozen justice.

* One little lie *

* And by and by you'll slip
a little bit further down *

* It's easy to fall *

- What time is it now, Martha?
- It's 9:30, madam.

Well, I thought I might as well
tear these tickets up.

Concert began an hour ago.

'It is a shame, madam.
I know how men are.'

Do you, Martha?
How are they?

Terrible.

Oh.

He just doesn't care, Martha.

I'm beaten. I admit it.

Don't say that, madam.

Every woman has to fight
to rule her man.

You must make yourself
so attractive to him

he won't want to leave you.

You can.

- You think so, Martha?
- Of course.

Life...is just what we make it.

Merry or sad.

[Martha singing
"Live And Love Today"]

[singing]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

You know, Martha?

That's a very dangerous
philosophy.

It might be...Satan's job.

True love...oh, true love is
believing that the one you love

is quite above defeat.

New love...may come deceiving.

But like a seed perhaps,
will meet defeat.

Storms come...
and we must face them.

Hello, darling.

Alright, Martha.

- Well, and what do you know?
- Nothing.

Nothing, except that you wasted
this beautiful day, sleeping.

You know, Bob, I've been waiting
for you for two hours.

Oh, please darling.
Don't scold.

- The concert began an hour ago.
- Concert? What concert?

Of course you forgot.

Always forgetting me.

- Angela.
- Oh, Bob.

I married you, loving you.

But the moment we were married,
you ceased to be my pal

and became just my wife.

Oh, Bob. We can't go on forever,
playing like a couple of kids.

Well, why not? Oh, come on,
dear, let's forget it.

We'll go to the concert,
and be improved.

No. No, you don't want to go,
and so I'm not going.

Oh, uh...give those
to Jimmy's wife.

Huh? Oh.

Honestly, darling.
I am sorry.

What good does it
do to be sorry?

Well, I-I thought
it might help.

Day after day goes by and it's
always the same old thing.

You don't care
whether I live or die.

Angela, you're not sick
or anything, are you?

Yes, I am, Bob.
I'm sick and tired.

Well, I went to a concert
with you, once.

Slept all through it.

There wasn't a saxophone
in the orchestra.

Oh, Bob, how can you
be so flippant?

And how can you be so serious?

Oh, come along, darling. Don't
let's waste the whole evening.

I know, we'll go
to the Follies. Hmm?

The last place
I feel like going.

Oh, very well. You can go to the
Metropolitan Museum with Jimmy.

And I'll go back to the office,
and attend to business.

I'm your business, Bob.
And you neglect it.

And you neglect me.

You're more interested
in friendless girls

than you are
in a friendless husband.

- Oh, Bob.
- Well..

I know some friendless
girls, too.

That settles it.

I've made up my mind.

Alright. If you insist
upon making a scene.

I'm not making any scene, Bob.

I'm not even angry with you.

I've just decided to leave.

- Coldly and logically.
- Yes, that's you all over.

- Cold logic.
- You hate me, don't you?

Oh, of course,
I don't hate you, darling.

As a matter of fact, I think
you're above all other women.

But, below zero.

Oh, Bob. What a child you are.

Of course, I am.

All men are children. They like
to play, and chase toy balloons.

Alright, Bob. I'll leave you
to chase your toy balloons.

But when you catch one..

...you'll find that it
just goes up in smoke.

Angela.

If one of us has to leave,
I'm going to be that one.

Oh, God. That's what
you've been aching to do.

No, I haven't.

Don't you understand? Love can't
be kept in cold storage.

It's a battery, that has
to be recharged, every day.

I've tried to be your lover,
as well as your husband.

Yes, but, you don't know
what love means.

You don't know
what marriage means.

Oh, yes I do. It's a school room
and you're the teacher.

Well, I've graduated.

Oh, Bob.
Oh, Bob. Bob..

Oh, Bob...Bob...Bob, please
don't go, please don't go.

Oh, Bob.

[door closes]

- Oh, sorry about--
- Jimmy.

I didn't see you there.
Lovely evening, isn't it?

Jimmy, something terrible
has happened.

Oh, yes, I felt sure
it was going to.

- Bob has gone out.
- By the door or the window?

Oh, Jimmy, you don't
think that he'd go

to some other woman, do you?

What, Bob?
Oh, ridiculous, why?

He'll come back and you'll be
just as happy as--

- You and your wife?
- Eh, well. I must be going.

Jimmy, Jimmy. Oh, Jimmy.

- What?
- Jimmy.

- Will you do something for me?
- Certainly.

Just tonight, will you let me
come and let me stay

with you and your wife?

- I beg your pardon.
- You said you were my friend.

Oh, I-I am your friend,
and my wife's your friend

and my children are, my children
will be your friends and we'll..

...we'll all see you
some other time.

Oh, say, Jimmy.

Jimmy, I'm coming with you, now.

Oh, Angela. My wife's bashful,
she'd scream if you'll say boo.

- Oh, I wouldn't say boo to her.
- No, wouldn't you?

You don't understand.

She telephoned me that
she's got a terrible headache

and she's sitting there all
wrapped up in hot towels and--

Now, that's just what I need.

We'll both sit in
hot towels and talk.

Angela, it would make
you very unhappy

to see my home right now.
It really would.

Oh, Jimmy. Oh, Jimmy,
I need help. I need it advice.

Do you? I'll solve it,
sit down here.

- Now, you give Bob a message.
- Yes.

Get out and make a little
whoopee on your own account.

I know...come to a masked ball
I'm giving on the zeppelin?

- Huh. No one will know you.
- I've never made whoopee.

No? Well...come as an angel,
you'll be the only one there.

I'll talk all that over
with your wife, tonight.

- I'll have her call, tomorrow.
- No, I'm coming tonight.

Fine, I'll call for you
in the morning.

I'll call for you
in the morning.

No, I'm coming with you tonight.

[Martha singing
"Live And Love Today"]

[singing continues]

Martha!

- Martha.
- 'Yes, madam.'

Martha, get my bag, quickly.
It's on on the foot of my bed.

Oh, hurry, Martha.

"She who hesitates,
will fall by the way."

"She who stops and waits,
will watch with dismay."

Here it is, ma'am.

But, where are you going?

I'm going to follow
your song, Martha.

I'm going to fight
for my happiness.

[Bob and Jimmy humming,
"Low Down" by Lillian Roth]

* Da da da da *

* Dum dee dee dum *

* Low Down Low Down *

* Da da dee dee dum *

Hey, you two.
Pipe down!

I can't think with all that row.

Can you without it?

Well, I couldn't, you two hands
wouldn't be on the big time.

Now, can the chatter, Trixie.

Well, we get this act whipped,
we can return to the coast room.

Nothing doing. I got a swell
reason for staying right here.

What's the matter?
Is Papa too weak to travel?

No, but his wife's
too strong to let him.

'Married, huh?'

He has a wife
that doesn't understand him.

'Oh, sure. So have I.'

Oh, come on,
let's do the number.

Okay, but make it snappy,
'cause sweet papa's coming too.

Where's the audience?

- Out there.
- Let's go.

* Da dee dum dum doo *

[Trixie singing "Low Down"
by Lillian Roth]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing "Low Down"]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

Gee, that was great, Trixie.

You're not gonna let this new
papa break up our act, are you?

Say, how many weeks would it
take to pay for that?

- Many weeks in the world.
- There is a Santa Claus.

[door knocks]

And there he is.
Let him in, Biff.

[knocking continues]

Trixie.

Trixie, I gotta see you
for a minute.

It's a matter of life and death.

Oh, don't tell me Bob
is gone and died.

No, not that, but..

The door was open,
so I just came in.

I didn't think you'd mind.

No...just surprised
the little...bride.

The little what?

[chuckling]

- So you're Trixie?
- Nothing else but.

I shouldn't think that
would be good for headache.

This, oh, yeah...
doctor's orders.

She has to sleep on the piano
on account of the vibration.

- Am I right, darling?
- Say, lis..

You go back to nutty crest
and send me a wire.

- Who's the dame?
- Of course, you don't know me.

I'm Bob Brook's wife.

She couldn't wait to see you.

She's so surprised,
at our being married.

Our being wha..

[chuckling]

- Isn't she cute?
- She certainly is.

Well, I'll leave the door open
so that firemen can get in.

See you in the funny papers.

Oh, my.

My, I'm so glad I came.

I knew I wasn't making
a mistake.

- Oh...have a drink.
- Thanks, honey.

Angela doesn't drink.
She's...she's like you.

Don't look so worried
on my account, Jimmy.

It'll be alright.

You see..

...my husband and I, had
a slight misunderstanding over..

...trifle.

Say, Lis-sten.

Oh, my. What a sweet place.

One just feels love in the air.

I'll...I'll open the window.

Give it to me.

[chuckles]

Nice picture of my husband,
isn't it?

When did he give you
this, Jimmy?

When we were in college.

How little he's changed.

But the inscription shows
a certain amount

of youthful enthusiasm.

"To a dear little pal,
with love."

[clears throat]

Well, I tell you, you see...Bob
gave that to a niece of mine.

Neily. Mm-hmm.

And, she had a picture,
so she lent it to me--

Remember, pet, we have to be up
at seven tomorrow morning.

Right, darling.
I'll take Angela home now.

Oh, but I'd like to stay here
tonight, if you let me.

Here, where I find,
all that I miss at home.

Oh-h-h.

How long is this going on?

Until your death do us part.

I can sleep right here in this,
sweet little guest room.

It's not a guest room.
It's, uh..

It's mine.

Eh, you can't sleep in
that room, it's very noisy.

And there's a cat in the alley.

No cat can disturb me.

Just bring my bag in,
will you, Jimmy?

I could kill you.

Run, darling,
say goodnight to Angela.

- Oh!
- Have mercy.

Your husband doesn't mind
loaning me his room, does he?

Oh, no.

Angela, Bob will be
terribly worried--

No. No, I don't think so.

Probably with that woman.

Have you any idea, who she is?

Yes, I think I have.

Oh, now, Angela, don't be rash.

Supposing you were mistaken.

That'll be just too bad.

Wouldn't it?

Oh, yes. Heh heh.

- Well, goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Come on, Jimmy darling.
- Yeah.

Oh, um..

It was dear of you
to take me in.

I'll do the same
for you someday.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

[sighing]

Say, what's the big idea
of letting that dame

park herself in my flat?
What do you mean by it?

What do you mean by
what do I mean?

- Boasting you're my husband.
- Boast? It's a complaint.

Say, you worm.
Get out of my room.

I wouldn't marry you
to keep warm on an ice berg

but we've got to pretend.

Ohhh, married are we?
Ha ha.

Alright, let's pretend.

I'll show you
the first thing I'd do..

[knocking on door]

(Angela)
'Yoo-hoo!'

What did you say, pet?

- 'May I come in?'
- Yes, come in.

- Papa reducing Momma?
- Yes.

- That's what I'm trying to do.
- Are you?

(Jimmy)
'Dear, little woman.'

(Trixie)
'Sweet little boy.'

Here, I thought you'd need
your pajamas and dressing gown.

Oh, thanks.

Why, Jimmy you haven't started
to undress.

- Oh, I was just going to.
- Oh.

Oh, I really have inconvenienced
you now, haven't I?

- No, not at all.
- Well.

Well, I'm just not gonna
leave until I know

that you two
turtle doves are comfy.

[chuckling]

Go ahead and undress, Jimmy.

[humming]

Well...goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Oh...if I get nervous
during the night

I'll come back and talk to you.

'You won't mind, will you?'

- Oh, no. Of course not.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

She'll be back, I know.
She'll be back.

Oh, what'll we do?

Put your pajama coat on,
and pretend you're in bed.

That'll convince her.

I suppose if your dumbness
is so alluring.

Say, are you trying
to flirt with me?

No-o-o!

(Angela)
'Yoo-hoo.'

- She's back again.
- Oh.

'I forgot something.'

I forgot to bring you
your slippers, Jimmy.

Funny, I never noticed
what large feet you have.

Oh, enormous.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

Well, goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Well, goodnight, again.
- Goodnight.

[door shuts]

Get out of here, you viper!

'Yoo-hoo.'

Did someone call?

'You forgot to put out the light
in the living room.'

'Oh, but don't bother,
I'll put it out. Ha ha.'

- 'Goodnight.'
- Goodnight.

You know, I think--

Don't think, you'll get stroked.
Lock her in her room.

But..

I'll unlock her in the morning

and we'll settle it
over the orange juice.

Over the apple sauce.

Oh.

What did you come back for?

Here's the key.
I've locked her in.

- Good. Now, lock yourself out.
- Delighted.

And take your props
with you, insect.

Like a little peace.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can rest in it.

(Jimmy)
'Goodnight, turtle dove.'

Jimmy.

- Is that you, Jimmy?
- Certainly not.

- What do we do?
- Did he see you?

Hide. If you
love your life, hide.

[knocking on door]

(Bob)
'Jimmy, who's in there
with you?'

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

'What are you doing
in Trixie's room?'

What? Well, I..

Oh, not under the bed.
He always looks there first.

Well, where can I go?

-'Who's in there?'
- Here.

I think I can go...right over
there though. That's a much..

It's all your fault.

[knocking continues]

Jimmy, open this door!

Is anybody there?

'You know perfectly well
there's somebody here.'

'If you don't open
this door, I will.'

[banging on door]

'Open this door!'

Go away old man, I'm busy.

Of course, he wouldn't look
in the closet.

- Hide somewhere.
- Oh, where?

'You'd better open this door.'

Isn't there somewhere else
you can go?

'I know where you can go.'

Well, you go there first,
tell 'em I'm coming.

'What?'

[knocking on door continues]

'Jimmy.'

[knocking on door]

Will you open this door?

(Jimmy)
'Leave me alone, old man,
I'm in conference.'

In conference?

(Jimmy)
'Oh-h-h.'

How can I hide
when you uncover me?

'Jimmy!'

Trixie isn't here, I've
just borrowed her apartment.

'Oh, yeah.'

'Well, if Trixie isn't there,
why won't you open this door?'

I can't find my shoes.
Come on.

'They were in your hand
a moment ago.'

'Are you going to open
this door?'

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

- 'Jim-m-my!'
- You are so hot headed.

Hi-ho.

'Open up, Jimmy.
I'm not blind.'

'I saw you going
in Trixie's room.'

Oh, Bob.

'Come out.'

Oh, Bob.

[knocking on door]

'Jimmy.'

'You want me to break
this door down?'

I wouldn't have
your suspicious nature

for anything in the world.

'You won't have anything to live
for, when I get through you.'

'Jimmy, for the last time.'

'Are you going to open
this door?'

Yes, don't worry,
I'll unlock it.

'About time you oppose
that sentence.'

'Now, hurry, let me inside.'

'Come on, Jimmy.'

(Bob)
'You've got a lot
of explaining to do.'

Oh, wait a minute, you'll see
there's nobody here at all.

Ah!

Open that door.

We're going to settle this
thing, once and for all.

Oh!

- Well.
- Hello, Bobby.

[clears throat]

Lovely evening, isn't it?

Go ahead. Explain.

- What are you doing here?
- Believe it or not, I--

Tell me you're waiting for
a street car and I'll brain you.

No.

Trixie, come out
from under that thing.

Bob, please don't get in to
fuss, this is purely platonic.

- Platonic?
- Yes.

Oh, yeah. Platonic pajamas,
I suppose.

Well, I can't explain now.
But, I..

And what about those slippers?

- My feet are cold.
- Hmph.

Get off that bed.

Honestly, Bob, this isn't
who you think it is.

Well, we'll see.

Please, remember, you're
in the presence of a lady.

If it isn't Trixie,
why can't I see her?

Because I'm protecting
her reputation.

It's a little late for that.
I'm going to see for myself.

- Over my dead body!
- Well, excuse me.

(Trixie)
'Bob.'

What's all the noise about?

What are you doing here?

- Trixie.
- There you are, big bully.

I hope you're ashamed
of yourself.

- Where were you?
- Sleeping in the other room.

I loaned mine
to Jimmy's girlfriend.

Oh, I-I..

Jimmy.

I'm so sorry, old man.

Young lady, please accept
my profoundest apologies

for butting in.

Quite alright, old man.
Quite alright.

Well, aren't you going to
introduce us?

Sure, Jimmy, go ahead
and show Bob your girlfriend.

Ohhh.

Oh, I'm...I can't. No.

The truth is,
the lady is married.

- No.
- Oh, yeah.

- You snake in the grass.
- Keep off the girl.

She's perfectly respectable.

- Her husband must be a sap.
- Oh.

Oh, he is. Yes.

Indeed, he is.

Come on, old man, let's go.
My friend is suffocating.

No, I think,
I ought to meet her.

Young lady, won't you, please
come out and join us

in a foursome for supper.

Oh, no, Bob.

Oh, no.

I've had a hectic night.
You run along with Jimmy.

I've gotta salvage what's left
of the girlfriend.

Come on, man,
please let's go, will you?

Oh, alright.

But I don't know
where I'm going.

I'm as free as the air.

I've left home.

- For me?
- For good?

- For the good of all women.
- Uh-huh. What about Angela?

Angela?

She doesn't know where I am...
and she doesn't care.

The mastermind.

You came here to spy on me,
and got caught in your own trap.

No. Oh, how can he
like you?

Hmm.

That's my secret.

Nothing secret about you.
You're common and cheap.

Hmm.

Oh, no, dearest.
You're all wrong.

I'm uncommonly expensive.

You're just sore,
because you couldn't hold him.

I wouldn't use your methods.

You would if you could,
but you don't know how.

I admit it. I give my life
to make a home for him.

That's not a home.
It's an ice plank.

Oh, you wives gimme a pain.

I've heard a lot of that hooey
about bought kisses.

Yours are the kisses
that are bought.

Bought with a stylish wedding
and a big empty house.

Something for nothing.
That's the marriage game.

- What do you give him?
- What do I give him?

I laugh when he does.
I drink when he does.

I give him a pow with lipstick
kisses, a shoulder to hug.

I give a dream made out
of perfume and soft lights.

I jazz all the dullness,
out of his soul for him.

I believe you, I've thrown away
my whole life.

You didn't throw it away, you
put it in a safe deposit box.

- And now, you've lost the key.
- 'I tried to keep my ideals.'

- Oh, I get along without them.
- Why, of course you do.

All you got is a--

Is a body, made out of
flesh and blood.

Is that what you mean?
Well, I'm not ashamed of it.

It got me where I am today.

Alright...I'll be flesh
and blood, too.

What? In that, Mother Huffin?

Oh, you've got a lot to learn.

So have you.

You'll learn that men
like their woman decent.

You'll learn not to laugh
at good women.

Some of us have more
feeling in a finger

than you have in
your whole body.

- We're afraid.
- You've got reason to be.

Now, I'm not afraid any longer.

I'll get my husband
back from you.

- Try and do it.
- Alright, I will.

You made him sick of virtue.
I'll make him sick of indecency.

I'll give him perfume,
and jazz until his head reels.

He wants some hot, does he?

Alright,
I'll give him a volcano.

You'll have to call up a whole
fire department to put me out.

[door slams]

[radio signal beeping]

[crowd singing
"We're Going Somewhere"]

[all singing]

[singing continues]

[instrumental music]

[male singing
"We're Going Somewhere"]

[crowd singing]

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[crowd cheering]

[dramatic music]

(female #1)
'That's the spirit of modern power"

You mean the power
of modern spirits?

[radio alert beeping]

["Ballet Mecanique"]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[radio signal beeping]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Bravo.

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct cheering]

[crowd laughing]

Well, that is one way
of advertising an oil company.

For a society's sap head,
Jimmy's certainly got ideas.

I don't like it.

It's a shame to see a beautiful
piece of flying machinery

turned into a dance hall.

Oh, now, don't go up in the air.

Mr. and Mrs. High Hat.

[crowd cheering]

'Miss Conning Tower.'

Mr and Mrs. Hot and tot.

[crowd cheering]

Ooh. Look at that costume.

Ms. Victory.

[crowd cheering]

Ms. Movie Fan.

[people cheering]

Mr and Mrs. Henry VIII.

[crowd cheering]

The princess, Hands Off.

Ms. Golden Peasant.

[crowd cheering]

And Mr. H-E Man

[crowd cheering]

Wait a minute, Bob.

How do you like my costume?

Ha ha. Great.
Where is it?

Nobody could possibly
guess who I am, could they?

No, darling.

No one...but me.

Well, if it isn't little Trixie.
How's Trix?

How'd you know me?

I knew you by your
appendix scar.

Excuse me, sir.

But do you mind explaining
that last remark?

Well, you see,
I was her surgeon.

Oh. Ha ha.
I beg your pardon.

It's alright, darling.

- Are you a surgeon?
- No, I'm a stockbroker.

Oh.

[bells ringing]

[cymbal clanging]

Time to take off your farce
faces. Be yourselves.

[crowd cheers]

[cheering continues]

[indistinct chattering]

Let's have a drink.

- How's it going?
- Fine.

Trixie.

I'm certainly having fun
at your opening, Jimmy.

Hello, Jimmy.

Ah? Oh, hello, Bobby.

- Welcome to my opening.
- Thanks.

This one certainly
has a silver lining.

Say Jimmy, how do you
like my costume?

Isn't it a picture?

Slightly over exposed,
I should say.

Oh, you...you always did like
your sweeties under cover.

Ssh, careful.

'Jim, Jimmy.'

Hey, what's become of that
mysterious sweetie of yours?

- Ah. Who? Ah.
- Ah.

Oh. Well she's around you know,
somewhere. I--

- Listen. I want to meet her.
- You must excuse me, Herman.

I've got to go auction off
the loved ones.

- You understand.
- But yeah. Just a minute.

- The big event of the evening.
- The auction?

The girl who gets the highest
bid is the belle of the ball.

Papa will bid high
for baby, won't he?

- Ah?
- Oh, darling,

I just knew you would.
You're just..

[indistinct chattering]

Attention, ladies.

Will the six most
beautiful women in the room

please step this way?

(all)
Why? Certainly.

[ladies shouting]

I agree with you!

Unfortunately, a committee
of desperately brave men

have already made a choice.

[all]
Aww..

The lady exceeding the highest
bid will be Queen of the ball.

[women shouting]

'Gentlemen.'

'I want you to
observe the charms'

'of these lovely guests'

'and bid against each other
for the privilege'

'of dancing the love waltz
with your favorite.'

Who gets the money?

- 'Charity?'
- Yeah.

What charity?

'The families of bell boys
who mind their own business.'

[everyone laughs]

Ready?

Step up, Gentlemen. Step. Now's
the time to show us the best.

Take a look at..

[all men]
Oh!

What eyes. What lips.

Well, what do I bid?

- '20 dollars.'
- Shame on you.

- '40 Dollars.'
- That won't do.

Classify this. You're all
confused. The spirit of..

Uh. Pardon me, what are you?

I am the spirit
of innocent pride.

'Cause I'm proud of the fact
that I have nothing..

...to hide.

'Who will bid a 100.
Going once, going twice.'

I will.

Sold. As cheap
as half the price.

[men shouting]

Look here, Gentlemen, look.

Now, is the time to take a..

Take a look at this
wonderful dish.

Looks like a girl
and drinks like a fish.

$100.

- 'Make it two.'
- Two hundred.

'Good for you.'

Look at that face, that form
refined. The spirit of..

Pardon me, what's your line?

Why, I've never been caught.

And my claim to glory is
I'm the original fish store.

[people chattering]

Who'll bid 300? Come on.
Show us some pluck.'

I will.

Sold and I wish you luck.

[people shouting]

Hold the line with her.
Leash on to that hook.

Look at this beauty.
Hold out if you can.

Here is the baby that can make
any man leave his whole duties.

What are you child?

Ah, be your age.
I'm a "Call of the Wild."

[men laughing]

- 400.
- Sold.

The best bargain of all.

And I hope you'll be able
to answer the call.

[people shouting]

Look at this, Neptune's
daughter. Aren't you perfect?

* I suppose to be water *

Then I'm all wet.

I can't guess what you are.
Don't ask me to try it.

[singing]

Ha ha. I'll take them both.
No matter how high.

- 'Romeo.'
- I have such a..

And now think of master
of triumph in gold.

The fear to resist on
is about to be sold.

[all]
Aww.

Never seen such a sassy,
no one ever sees.

Expensive but classy.
Come, what are my bids?

Five hundred.

- Six.
- Seven.

If you get her, you'll pay?

- Eight.
- Nine hundred.

What are you saying?

Look at that form, that face
with appeals of the soft

smooth roundness of those heels.

(all)
Aww..

- I bid 1000.
- Don't tell me that's all.

- 1100.
- Twelve.

For the belle of the ball.

I'll make it..

[Madam Satan singing]
* Oh.. *

- What was that call?
- Do you hear it, too?

[indistinct operatic song]

[indistinct operatic song]

- Jimmy, do you know the devil?
- No. But I'm going to.

Wait.

* Who are you *

* Oh we're glad
that you're with us *

* And a new thrill you give us *

* Won't you please
tell us who you are *

* Well, I am a girl
you're in love with *

* For you I'm a stranger *

* I have come up from hell *

[men cheering]

[Madam Satan singing,
"Meet Madam" with everyone]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

Hey, what's the idea?

Forget that Devil dame
and finish this auction.

[people shouting]

We will have a little
friendly competition.

Friendly? Nothing.
I think you're a fake.

Ha ha. I am.

But who'll bid for Madam Satan?

I will. 1500.

Wait a minute.

Who'll bid for a swell chicken
with modern improvements?

Sixteen hundred with
or without feathers.

Seventeen hundred for Satan.

Quitter.

Wait a minute.
This isn't fair.

You can see my face
but you can't see her's.

Make her unmask. I'll bet she's
homely as the devil.

- 'Yes, take it off.'
- 'Unmask.'

(male #1)
'Yes, take off your mask.'

I'm afraid, you'll have to.
You see, everybody else have.

[people shouting]

Ok. With pleasure
Madam Satan remove her mask.

When all your masks are off.

You, Mr. Wall street, you do not
wear the mask of the shepherd

when you slay the lamb.

You, mademoiselle,
you do not hide ugly

gossip beyond a friendly smile.

You, Madam, is that
the same face

you show your husband
in the morning.

You, you, all of you.

Is one of you without a mask?

- Well, I'm there.
- Ah, you.

The mask of a
misunderstood husband.

You are not wearing
it tonight, no?

Parlez vous.

And you, it is obvious.
You are masking nothing.

[everyone laughs]

You can deceive husbands,
wives, lovers, sweetheart.

But you cannot
deceive this devil.

No, but you can dance
with us. Who bids?

- I will. 1800
- 19.

[indistinct shouting]

Masked or unmasked.

- I bid $3000.
- Sold to Bobby Brooks.

[people talking]

Now, let the dance go on.

[ballroom music]

You may get burned.

My heart is made of asbestos.

Wonderful.

Marvelous.

Beautiful.

How do you do?

All coin, just for you.

[Madam Satan singing
"All I Know Is You're in my arms"]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[applause]

Do you see what I see?

Oh, ho, ho.
No, no.

I'll fix that.

(female #2)
'Hello. How have you been?'

Well, Mrs. Devil, if you're
finished with my boyfriend

I'll take him.

You have a monopoly?

Say once I kiss 'em,
they're mine.

Aha. I'm sure he would not know
your kiss from any other.

Deaf, dumb or blind,
he'd know me, anyway.

Is it so?

Well, then let us
blindfold him and see.

- Oh, she's a--
- Yes..

- That's an excellent idea.
- Let's try it.

You're wrong. I'll show
that masked bandit something.

Give me a blindfold, somebody.
Come here, Bobby darling.

Doc, Betty, Marianne.

Come on, we'll each kiss him
and see if he knows who's who.

- 'This is very hard.'
- 'Oh boy, this is great.'

Well, come along girls.

The line form's on the right.

'I could do better.'

[laughs]

All butterflies are
early this evening.

(all)
'Aah..'

Oh, baby, say, what are your
plans for the summer?

Kiss again if you like it.

'Ah-ah-ah..'

Oh. wow. Ha ha.
Why of course.

I'll know that kiss anywhere.

Trixie.

[laughing]

Come, come, this' our baby day.

Who wants to go to hell
with Madam Satan?

[shouting]

No, no. I take only
the wickedest man here.

Uh-huh. Well, of course.
You'll take me.

Monsieur is boasting.

Oh. I'm wickeder than he is.

- You are?
- I've neverrepenteda sin.

I never repeated one.

[everyone laughs]

Well, I've never been
able to believe

that anything I did, was a sin.

[everybody laughs]

You will. Come, monsieur.

Maybe I can make him
change his mind, yeah?

It's a waste of time to take
a married man to hell.

[everyone laughs]

That French dame can't stay

on the same ship with me.

- No?
- No.

Meadows, bring Ms. Trixie's
cloak and parachute.

[horn blowing]

[indistinct chattering]

[people talking]

(male #2)
'Wait. Let's go, wanna see it.'

[indistinct talking]

What do they do in here?

Oh, this is the chart room.

Where, where we learn
which course to follow.

Ha ha ha. You do not want
to get locked with me, you know?

I'd love it.

Oh.

I warn you it may
be a stormy sea.

Well.

I'm a very good sailor.

Tell me, uh.
What is your name?

Bob.

Nice Boob.

- You know everything.
- Yes.

I know you are not happy.

- Why? I didn't say so. Did I?
- No.

I see inside you.

Really?

And what do you see?

Madam, X-ray?

I see a man who want all women,
understand none?

That's because I never can
find the one I'm looking for.

Ha ha. Maybe you
look too far away, monsieur.

And all the time, the one you
want is very near you.

Waiting.

You are married, yes?

Well, yes and no.

That is, it's a little
bit uncertain.

Oh! You do not love your wife?

No?

- I respect her.
- Oh, poor woman.

Maybe you love this
"Tricky" person. Yeah?

Oh! Never mind about "Tricky'.

Let's talk about you.

Tell me.

- Who are you?
- Madam Satan.

Address, Hades only street.

Telephone, brimstone one...oh!

Oh, oh.

You certainly are
a gorgeous devil.

Oh no. No, I thought
you were a sinner.

You act like a school boy.

Lu Cafe Dijon, for Madam Satan.

[speaking in foreign language]

Oh, merci.

Monsieur, you mean, send me
Cafe Dijon to cool me off.

Cool you off?

Just what will you take,
to warm you up.

I need nothing for that,
little school boy.

Alright. You be
the schoolteacher.

And I'll be your prized pupil.

- And the reward, a kiss?
- No, not yet.

The road to my hometown
is filled with kisses.

Splendid! Let's break
the speed limit.

No, if you come to hell with me,
you may find it heaven.

Anywhere with you...would
be heaven.

Oh...heaven is love.

No.

Oh. Come now, come, let us drink
to this delightful torment

they call, life.

Why, life is love.

Drink.

Ha ha ha.

I'll say, this stuff
is hotter than the..

You want to go to the devil
but you don't like the flame.

I'll risk them.

Tell me.

To what part of hell
will you take me first?

First of all, first of all.

I will take you where
the naughty husband are.

- Naughty husband?
- Hm-hm.

- How about the cold wives?
- There are no wives in hell.

They get their punishment
on this earth.

If all the wives are in heaven

I suppose that's why most
husbands chose the other place.

Oh, monsieur, what a terrible
wife you must have.

To make you so bitter.

We're playing a gorgeous game.
Please don't spoil it.

Why not take me to heaven?
Instead of hell.

Ha, If I do, will you wipe out
the memory of every other woman

from your eye?

Well, I..

Oh. Come now.
Answer me.

Oh, take me in your arms.

Now.

Now.

Tell me the truth
from your heart.

The truth?

The truth is I can't pretend,
about love.

Ha ha ha.

The truth is, no woman
comes with you.

You are in love, with love.

[cello music]

Make me forget everything.

Please, let me take off
your mask.

Oh, no. Please don't.

Without the mask,
Madam Satan is lost.

With or without it, I'm lost.

- Oh, please take it off.
- Oh, no. Please don't.

Oh, I'm so sure,
you'd be disappointed.

You see, I'm not
the devil I pretend.

I'm just a silly woman

who want to keep
her self-respect.

Well, I'm not in the habit of
collecting ladies' self-respect.

As a matter of fact I think
you're even more charming.

As a good little devil.

I can assure you.

You have nothing to fear,
as far as I'm concerned.

You do not mind the change?

Oh, now.

Now, maybe we do find heaven.

But you said just now
that heaven was love.

Love.

Such a little word
for such a big sin.

- Having a good time?
- It's all perfect.

What a marvelous idea
to have a party in the air.

- I'm glad you like it..
- Wade.

Ohh.

They've been there
for half an hour.

It's not decent.

Of course, not.
It's a successful party.

It's going to be a successful
riot if you don't get Bob out.

- I couldn't possibly interrupt.
- No?

Well, I could.

Oh, wait a minute,
Trixie, please!

If you don't get Bob
away from that woman

- Do you know what I'll do?
- Something unpleasant I'm sure.

I'll tell him that the girl,
under the quilt

was his own wife.

Trixie, you must never
tell Bob that.

- It might be misunderstood.
- Then break that up!

Don't ask me to do that--

You tell him that that devil
fish is your own girlfriend.

Because I'm gonna--

Alright, alright,
alright! I will.

Bob ought to be home
with his own wife, anyhow!

[thunder rumbling]

Ahem, lovely evening, isn't it?

Will you pardon me
while I kill the host?

I must hand it to you.

You have a genius for
being in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Well, you have
an even greater genius

for being with the wrong woman
at the wrong time.

(Bob)
'What do you mean?'

And you brought
one girl to the party.

Why monopolize mine?

What...yours?

Well, I admit you
only met her once.

- And that was...undercover.
- Huh?

Are you trying to tell me,
that Madam Satan

was the girl
in Trixie's bedroom?

(Jimmy)
'That was my general idea.'

- Why, it's ridiculous.
- Ridiculous perhaps.

But I'll trouble you not
to poach on my preserves.

Jimmy.

Do you really mean that?

- 'Uh-huh.'
- 'Alright, you needn't worry.'

I won't poach
on your preserves anymore.

Good. After all,
you're my friend and..

Oh, then came a carriage
filled with flowers.

What are you mumbling about?

What? Oh...I thought..

I thought we might have
them thunder shower.

Ha ha ha. Not dumb.

But you devil cannot
be idle. She must go.

Au bientot, Jimmy.
Au revoir, nice boob.

- Mm, boob is right.
- Oh, now, Bob.

You're taking this thing
too seriously.

Just forget what I said.

And if you like her, go ahead.

So, you changed your mind.
Have you?

After all, you-you are
my best friend

and I have a very high
conception of friendship.

I'll say, you have.

What's mine is, is yours.

And what's yours, I don't want.

Oh!

All those wishing
to view the body...hm.

[crowd chattering]

[thunder rumbling]

- That doesn't look so good.
- No, sir.

- Report to the control room.
- Yes, sir!

I have to speak to, Mr. Wade.

We better get these people
off, right away.

Yes, sir.

I've been looking
for you, Mr. Wade.

- There's a storm coming up.
- I-I know what it is.

I suggest that you send
your guests down at once.

Why?

[thunder rumbling]

You hear? The barometer's been
falling all day.

And I'm afraid that we're in
for a very bad night of it.

[wind howling]

[indistinct chattering]

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha. Monsieur trying
to be funny.

Oh, I thought we might finish
our little romance.

Ah, my sense of humor
is undeveloped there.

Like your sense of honor,
perhaps.

You know a great deal
about honor?

Well, I do hide
under the bed quilt.

My presence there upset
your own plans maybe, yes.

- You do admit, you were there.
- Most certainly.

- Ha ha ha.
- Ha ha ha.

And you almost had me sold

on that innocence
and self respect stuff.

A little knowledge of them
would not hurt you, monsieur.

[indistinct chattering]

Hey, Bob.

Look here. I'll show you
some real brim stone.

Orchestra, play "Low Down"
and make it hot.

[orchestral music]

* Hold me to begin *

* I wanna but still
didn't wanna give in *

* I've got something.. *

Well, why you do not dance
with your little Trixie?

At least she's on a level.

She doesn't pretend
to be what she's not.

Ha ha ha. And what is she?
You think a warm baby, yes?

Alright, we shall see.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[crowd chattering]

And heat wave is coming,
Madame Satan starts to burn.

[cheering]

(Madame Satan)
Ha ha ha.

Orchestra, start over again.

[orchestra music]

* Low down low down *

* Let's make it a show down *

* You're claiming
that you are flaming *

* But you'll soon tire out
and put the fire out *

* You think you're hot *

* I'll tell you, you are not *

* And between us
when men have seen us *

* You'll find them waiting
for Madame Satan *

* Come, everybody *

* Satan will show you
a new sensation *

[music continues]

Ha ha. You think
you are a Casanova.

To me you are just the ice man.

Yes, I bet you known
plenty of ice men.

Never one of these men
are as bad as you are.

Come on, Bob.
Let's show 'em up.

Don't you worry. I'll make
that hell cat feel at home.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to give you the kind
of love, you are used to.

You had your laugh,
now I'm going to have mine.

Alright.

Laugh.

Angie.

You told me I was below zero,
so, I raised my temperature.

Yes.

But you raised
it a little too high.

You seem to enjoy it
earlier in the evening.

Eh...well, that was different.

You think, I can respect
a woman, who comes--

Oh, Bob, I don't want
your respect

I want you to love me
as I love you.

As you love me?

[thunder rumbling]

Bob, oh no.

Oh, Bob, what happened?

I-I don't know.

[siren wailing]

[screaming]

(Angela)
Oh my God!

- Are you are you hurt?
- Oh, no.

[siren continues wailing]

Oh, Bob, what's happening?

Something must have struck us.

Bob, don't leave me! Bob!

She's torn lose from the
mooring mast. Set adrift.

[screaming]

It doesn't look like
a picnic to me.

We've broken lose.

Prepare yourself..

Not so hot, aye.

I'll say it's hot.
Remember the shattered door?

Hey, don't talk about that.

[whistling]

Mr. Blake, the controls
are smashed.

Get all these people
in to parachutes.

Parachutes!

(male on loud speaker)
Everybody, everybody,
line up for parachute harness.

Make way for parachute harness.

Engineers starting
our motor, sir.

- Help me evacuate these people.
- Right, sir.

[engine revving]

Parachutes, sir.

(male #3)
Break out the parachute harness.

'We got the parachute harness.'

Come on man, hurry up.

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

Wait. Stay at the top.
I'll get your parachutes.

Oh, no, Bob.
Bob, don't leave me.

You got yourself into this mess.
So hang on.

I'll try and get you out.

Bob! Bob!

I want to get a parachute.

I will not obey you.
I want parachute myself.

Don't wanna chance. Don't worry.

How do you get
into this parachute?

- I've never worn one.
- Alright, then help me.

Hey, where do I get a harness?

(male #4)
Down there in that bunk.

(female #1)
Where do I get off?

- Where do I jump?
- Where are you going?

Get off me.

(female #3)
You are pulling out my hair.

Somebody help me out! Help me!

Thank you. I apologize..

Here, put this on.
You'll have to jump for it.

Bobby, Bobby. Save me. I can't
find a parachute, save me.

Alright. I'll get you one. I
don't want you on my conscience.

- Get into that, quick.
- Bob, wait. What do I do?

Takes more courage for this than
for home wrecking, doesn't it?

- Mrs. Brooks, for the love of..
- I told you, I'd get him back.

Oh, I don't want your husband.
I want a parachute.

Well, you want this one?

- Oh!
- On one condition.

You promise to never
to see my husband again.

- And you'll give it to me?
- Yes, I'll give it to you.

- I'll promise anything.
- Gimme your word.

On my word, I'll be.
Help me get into it.

Help me. How do I do it?

You got me up here.
Now, you get me down.

Please don't do that.
Centipedes make me nervous.

Hey Blake, are there any more
parachute harness?

Try and find one.

- Oh, your head is stuck.
- No, I..

Oh, Blake!

How do you get
into these things?

Put your arms and buckle up.
Snap shoulder strap on

the D-link on the parachute kept
on the promenade deck. Got it?

- Got it.
- Yeah, big help.

Wait a minute.

The bands always play
when the ship is sinking.

Come on now. Do your stuff.

Where do we go from here, huh?

[orchestra music]

[screaming]

They're all going down there!

They're leaving behind.

I am not going
to attend another party.

I beg your pardon.
This lady is sick..

Oh, no, I'm not! I'm not!

[indistinct screaming]

[screaming]

Oh, are you perfectly sure,
this parachute will open?

If it doesn't, bring it back
and we'll give you another.

Oh, thank you very much
and good bye.

[wind wailing]

Oh, I feel sick.

Where's the parachute?

Out there.

(Trixie)
'I'm afraid.'

I can't! I can't!

Oh, what will I do?

Here, pull down that parachute
and buckle it on that pole.

Wait a minute.
May be you want to kill me.

- I'll go for it.
- Oh, what will I do?

Can't do it alone. Help me.

Come back here. I can't get it
right, if you slip down there.

[engine whirring]

Hey, give me one of those
for the ladies.

- No. I need both.
- No, you don't.

Oh, I'll be smashed to a jelly.

Oh, no. You'll drown.

Angela! Angela!

Here you are, Trixie.
Get..

Angela, where's your
parachute harness?

I have it. She was afraid,
I'll tell you, why she and Jimmy

were in my apartment, huh.
Laugh that off.

[screaming]

[wind wailing]

- Your Trixie is saved anyway.
- Come along. Get into this.

- Bob, where's yours?
- Never mind. Put this on.

Oh, no. I will not
jump without you.

I'm not asking you, what will
you do. I'm telling you.

- Angela, quickly come.
- I can't jump without you.

[orchestra music]

(male #2)
'Everybody off,
she's breaking up.'

'And how?'

- She's breaking up.
- No, I'm the host.

- I won't leave till the end.
- You'll leave now.

I will not.

[thunder rumbling]

Bob, we're going to crash.
Oh, please.

Please take me
in your arms. Hold me.

Hold me as you did when you
thought I was somebody else.

Come along, quick.

Please, Bob.
Bob, let me stay with you..

You made a fool out of me.

You're not going to make
a coward out of me.

Oh, Bob. Please please,
I don't want to go Bob.

Bob, darling, I love you.
Oh, darling I love you.

Oh, please, come on.
Bob, please don't leave me.

Come on. She's breaking up.
Out of that window.

[wind wailing]

[gasping]

A-a-aye, look out, below.

Hey!

That's voodooism.

Voodoo? I don't believe
in these things.

I'm scared of nothing
on this earth..

- What is that?
- Move!

[indistinct talking]

Oh! Oh!

I beg your pardon. My husband
is in the city reservoir.

- I want you're help.
- Let's go go.

Don't leave me. My husband
is in the city reservoir.

Please, don't leave me.

Please, don't go.

[indistinct talking]

Help. Somebody help me
get down from here.

Oh, come here. Come here.
How do I get down?

I don't know. I'm just passing
through, myself.

Well, come back and help me.
Help me. Come on, come here.

Oh, you come back here
and help me.

- It's too late now.
- Oh, dear.

I come here every week,
to get rid of fat.

(male #3)
And I come here every week,
to get rid of women.

It's the only place left,
where they don't horn in.

[screaming]

- Hey, what's this?
- It's a girl.

- A girl!
- What happened?

Oh, my habit's crazy.

[chattering]

Phew.

[lion roaring]

Oh-h-h.
Oh dear!

It-it isn't nearly 9 o'clock,
yet, you know.

Oh...oh, dear.

(guard)
Hey! What are you
doing in there?

Oh, what a silly question.

[lion roaring]

[printing press rolling]

(man on radio)
'Due to the captain's decision
to send all the guests'

'off in parachutes.
No one was seriously injured.'

'Although, some landed
in a rather undignified manner.'

'In only one case,
was the parachute missing.'

'But fortunately,
the gentlemen made a landing'

'in the middle
of the city reservoir.'

'And the man..'

Where did you ever learn
to dance like that?

We love and learn.

[piano music]

* A pair of arms to hold you *

* Voila *

* So tenderly I hold you *

* Voila *

Where did you learn to sing
a song like that?

* I sing it for you *

* Sheri *

Huh.

* A pair of eyes to see you *

* Voila *

* With all the things
to please you *

* Voila *

And that dress,
it was absolutely outrageous.

Bob, you know, you'd adore
that dress on any other woman.

Nothing of that sort.

It was the most indecent thing
I ever saw. Oh-h-h.

[piano music]

* Madame, she will ensnare you *

* Better beware *

* Madame, she'll make
you love her *

* Not while they.. *

* Madame, maybe you will *

* And they were
through to hell *

* Your wine raised glass *

[indistict]

'Hello, everybody.'

Jolly party, wasn't it?

Say, what were you doing
in Trixie's apartment?

With that little...
broken down blimp.

Wait a minute.
Don't call me names.

I'm here to do
the right thing by Angela.

What?

You're here to do what?

If you're going to divorce her,
I'm prepared to marry her.

- Why, Jimmy. How noble of you.
- I know.

Who said anything about divorce?

Do you suppose, I'll get Angela
free, to marry a little--

- Now don't call me a..
- O-o-oh!

* Low down low down *

* Let's make it a show down *

Oh, please don't play that,
Angela. Please.

It reminds me of Trixie.

Poor Trixie.

I don't blame her
for liking Bob.

But..

* True love is believing *

* The one we love
is quite a brag *

* deceived *

Angela, when you sing that--

You want to know, what I was
doing at Trixie's apartment?

No no, I don't darling.

How could I ever
seriously doubt you.

Ah-uh.

Angela!

What?

I've been an awful fool.

To wander so far from my
own fireside, in search of--

Fire?

* Take your hat
and stick and leave *

* While you may *