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[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[cars honking]

Ever see anybody draw
the crowds like Louanne?

But tomorrow night..

...wow!

Oh, now don’t let it
get you down, Mr. Harris.

That’s why stars
leave shows every day.

- Oh, Mr. Harris.
- What?

- Look.
- Who is it?

Fairchild.

Oh!

I suppose this is just
the beginning

of detestable publicity,
Emerson.

Oh, but mother, this
is Louanne’s last night.

She dislikes publicity
just as much as you do.

I’ve never been
so mortified in my life.

Oh, please mother,
don’t make a fuss.

It’s so embarrassing.

I don’t see anything
embarrassing about it.

People often have their pictures
taken while entering theatres.

Yes, now, mother. It’s only
just for the night.

[instrumental music]

♪ Come along come along
come along ♪

♪ Have a wonderful time ♪

♪ Come along in that wagon ♪

♪ Take a look at the thing ♪

♪ Come along come along
come along ♪

♪ Have a wonderful time ♪

[indistinct singing]

♪ Then we go
to cheeky Chinatown ♪

♪ Coney Island’s
worth your while ♪

♪ Come along come along
come along ♪

[indistinct]

♪ We’ll see the town
from the upper deck.. ♪

[indistinct]

[music continues]

♪ East side west side
all around the town ♪

♪ The bowery
the bowery ♪

♪ We’ll never go there anymore ♪

♪ Give my regards to Broadway ♪

♪ In old New York
In old New York ♪

♪ So come see
the great big town ♪

Ladies and gentlemen

First, for those
at the backstage.

And we’re going to see
the aquarium

and all the little fishes.

’Then we’re going up Broadway.’

’Until we come to Wall Street.’

’Maiden Lane, Union Square.’

’And then up, up, up until
we come to 23rd street.’

The Flatiron Building,
then 42nd street in Broadway

the home of the actor

the gambler, the racketeer.

The busiest corner
in all of the world.

Then up, up..

Harlem and then
what do we find the boat.

’And that’s nothing. Wait till
we get to Coney Island.’

’Oh, folks,
will you love it.’

Just us, all of us together

shooting the shoots.

♪ ...at Wall Street
at Wall Street ♪

[indistinct]

♪ Then we go to cheeky
China Town ♪

♪ Coney Island’s
worth your while ♪

♪ Come along come along
come along ♪

[indistinct singing]

♪ Wall Street
street of joy and speed ♪

♪ It’s our Wall Street ♪

♪ Reach today and for tomorrow ♪

♪ There you find
the Bulls and the Bears ♪

♪ Shearing the lambs
they catch unawares ♪

♪ Wall Street where you
find the mighty dollar ♪

♪ Ruining young and old ♪

♪ Millions lost
and millions won ♪

♪ Everyone has lots of fun
in Wall Street ♪

♪ The street of gold ♪

♪ Wall Street street
of joy and speed ♪

♪ It’s our Wall Street ♪

♪ Reach today and for tomorrow ♪

♪ There you’ll find
the Bulls and the Bears ♪

♪ Shearing the lambs
they catch unawares ♪

♪ Wall Street where you
find the mighty dollar ♪

♪ Ruining young and old ♪

♪ Millions lost
and millions won ♪

♪ Everyone has lots
of fun in Wall Street ♪

♪ The street of gold ♪

♪ Wall Street where
you find the mighty dollar ♪

♪ Ruining young and old ♪

♪ Millions lost
and millions won ♪

♪ Everyone has lots
of fun in Wall Street

♪ The street of gold ♪♪

[applause]

I’m so excited.
Connie’s outside.

What again?

Why don’t you marry him,
Peggy and forget him?

Oh, boy, I wish I could.

I’ve had him on every
bench on Central Park.

But he always thinks up
the cutest answers.

[indistinct chattering]

- Look.
- Why don’t you keep quiet?

- Do as you’re told.
- You’re stepping on my feet.

- What happened, Louanne?
- Of all the dumb guys.

Yeah? If I’m so dumb
why don’t you get somebody else?

And don’t think
that I couldn’t either.

Say, listen, I could’ve
married 20 other guys.

All smarter than you.

Yes. They must’ve been.
They all got away.

- Oh, I oughta give you--
- Who are you kickin’?

[indistinct chattering]

Glad that marriage
worked for the Averys.

That will help him
think ’em up.

Boy, I say it will.

(female #1)
’Honey, who do
you love, Paulie?’

’Who do you love?
Who do you love?’

[knock on door]

Oh, no! Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!

Oh, please, just a minute.

[door opens]
Oh, dear!

Oh! It’s you.

Sure, remember, we’ve met.

Hmm. I thought
it was Emerson.

Imagine him
finding me like this.

Hmm. I don’t care to, thanks.

Still, Emerson’s got nothing
to be jealous of me about.

Oh, no?

No.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Oh, I can’t argue with you all
night. I’ve to get dressed.

- Whoo!
- Hmm.

Why the high hat?

I want to look as respectable
as possible

without cheating my customers
on my last night.

How come?

Well, Emerson’s mom
is going to be out there.

Oh major is
the word, ol’ gal?

Thanks, pal.

- You must come home sometime.
- Good idea.

We’ll have coffee..

- Hey, now.
- Get goin’, get goin’.

Can you beat it? Every time I
need Angela she’s never around.

What am I supposed to do?

Oh, well, I’ll be
with you in a minute.

Take it easy.

Have you got time?

Time for what?

- Give a little girl a hand.
- Oh, will I.

And I’m the type
that can do it too, honey.

How are you making out?

I’ve been on my way
around by this time.

I wonder how Emerson’s
gonna like this job.

Don’t be silly, darling.

I’ll have maids.

Thousands of ’em.

Sure, you’ll have
everything, won’t you?

- Happiness?
- Oh, you’re a cinch for it.

Can you imagine stepping
right out of this business

right into millions.

And a family like Emerson’s.

Hmm. What more
could you want?

Love.

And I’ll have that too.

You know, Wally..

...Emerson’s crazy,
madly in love with me.

Absolutely insane.

That’s more
than you can say.

Isn’t it?

Much more.

Oh!

Well, it’s my busy night.

And I’m expecting a scout
of reporters this evening.

What do they want?

Huh! The story of me life.

Wally, I don’t mind telling you

I’m scared stiff.

Oh, gee! Don’t make any
mistakes, will you?

Well, what if I do?

Hmm, nothing. Only Emerson’s
had a tough time

selling you to his family.

Now you know that.

Don’t make it
any tougher for him.

Those bloated pilgrims
over in Long Island

are going
to swallow you

much better,
sugar coated.

Well, it isn’t
gonna be easy

to live up to
the Fairchild traditions.

Oh! You’ll do it.

You’ll do it for Emerson.

Oh, gee! Keep your
head up you.

Up.

[both laughing]

And don’t forget

you were born
on the Mayflower.

Well, where did I learn
to shimmy?

- Sea sickness?
- No.

Just a natural itch.

- Oh!
- Keep quiet.

- You keep out--
- Tone down. Tone down.

The last night.

Yes.

The last night I’ll have
to smell that funny perfume.

I’m fed up
on your smart cracks.

- I know what’s wrong with you.
- Oh, you do?

- Yes.
- You think I’m burned up.

What should I do?
Break down and cry?

You’re gettin’ the whole world
wrapped up in a pink ribbon.

Aren’t you satisfied?

You’re darn right,
I’m satisfied.

But that isn’t it. I just
don’t like your attitude.

- Oh, you don’t, eh?
- No, you pig.

Huh! A wise-cracker,
a clown, a tramp, a fool.

Not that I care.

But we might
have said goodbye..

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, Lou.

Please don’t cry.

Oh, you’ll spoil
your make up.

You’ll spoil your pretty
little face.

Now, don’t cry.

Oh, Wally.

Ha ha ha! Now, don’t get
modeling and then call me pal.

I won’t get modelin’.

- Oh, you make me sick.
- Please don’t!

It sounds like
the good old days..

I don’t care.

...before you lost
your throwing arm .

You think I’ve lost it.
I’ll show you.

Oh, now, please.
Oh, please! Now..

(Emerson)
’Louanne, darlin’,
may I come in?’

Emerson.

Oh. Oh, Wally

Come on.

- Oh, Wally I can’t--
- Never mind, never mind.

Put this on.

Come on now,
pull yourself together.

Now, little powder..

- Oh, yeah.
- Little powder..

Come on, that’s it.

Now get that school girl
look in your eyes.

Now keep your chin up.
Keep your head up, honey.

[knock on door]

[clears throat]

Come in, darling.

’Come in, darling.’

[chuckles]
’Just come right in.’

Louanne.

How are you,
sweetheart?

It’s wonderful
to see you again.

Ahem, ahem.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

You see, I, uh..

I haven’t seen her
since 3 o’clock.

Hmm. Practically a lifetime,
isn’t it?

Yeah.

Oh, well, Wally,
isn’t it time for your number?

Oh...oh, yes.
Yes, it is.

I’m a reporter
from the Graphic.

- And I’m from the Tribune.
- The Morning Telegraph.

- Telegraph.
- Top of the world.

- Windy?
- ’Yes.’

A newspapers man’s convention.

’Oh, hello.’

- Hello. Nice to see you.
- Hello, Windy.

- I’m glad to see you
- How about us?

Say, have I got a story for you.

All about Louanne’s
farewell appearance.

Come on with me, I’ll tell
you all about it.

Fish of the record.

Well, who cares.

I thought so.

- Who do you wanna see?
- I don’t care.

Pick me out a blonde.

A good ripe one.

No smokin’.

Say please.

Are you, guys
the reports?

- Yeah.
- Well, gentlemen of the press.

I’ll give you an interview.

My time is Tom Avery.

And I..

Oh. I want you
to meet my wife.

But don’t laugh.

She’s been married
four times.

Twice.

She’s been married
four times.

Twice.

I’m a grass widow.

- She’s a bale of hay.
- Oh.

In 1914, when we
were in London--

Sixteen.

- In 1914, when were in London--
- Sixteen!

- I’ll murder you in a minute--
- ’Come on, Tom. We’re waiting.’

Oh, alright.

I’ll kill you.

[laughing]

Fish!

There you are.

I’m glad to see.
I’m glad you came over.

I’ve got a swell
story for you.

Have a cigarette.
Make yourself right at home.

There are my own.
Special made, you know.

Say, incidentally
will you give Mr. Harris

a nice little plug
in your story?

Why is it, Windy?

It’s always give with you.

Aw! But be right.

You know, Fish.

I’ll introduce you to
a couple of nice chorus cuties.

Absolutely guaranteed.

No, no, no.
I don’t need any guarantees.

I can pick ’em
without defective parts.

[laughing]

Oh, here’s the rest
of the boys.

Now listen, let’s all go up
to Louanne’s dressing room.

’Cause she’s waiting for us.

And don’t forget to mention
Mr. Franklin Harris

popular producer of Broadway.

[instrumental music]

[humming]

- Hey!
- Can this be love?

Hmph! Is that
what you call it?

Now wait a minute.

You mustn’t say
those things, baby.

Can I do somethin’
to help ya?

You so ginny you couldn’t
even help yourself.

Oh! You mustn’t talk
like that.

Come on. Put your hot
little hand in mine.

I don’t know what you’re after,
but I haven’t got any.

Alright. Have it your own way.

But no matter where you hide it.
I’ll find it.

Oh, yeah?

- Get out of the way.
- Wait a minute.

You’re the hottest thing.
Now look..

- Now you stop.
- I’m only explaining.

That love is..

[instrumental music]

What’s the idea?

Fish from The Record.

Out!

Now, Louanne,
you stay right here.

And you stand here please.
Thank you. That’s fine.

You come right over here
and sit down.

Make yourself right at home.

Take your hat off.

Just like a happy family.

May I look in this please?

Oh, darlin’.

Now, if you don’t mind.
I think mother would like this..

Of course, darling.

’Everything ready?’

- ’Just a moment.’
- ’Hold still.’

’Shoot!’

[explosion]

They got me boys.
They got me.

The last shot got him.

[laughing]

Fish of The Record.

Fish of the record.

Oh, Fish of The Record.

He’s always clowning.

Yes, he’s a very comical fellow.

But does he ever get a laugh.

Sit down.

Well, I guess we’re all set.

Now, Louanne, won’t you
tell all these folks

the story of your life.

- Why, uh, yes.
- Of course.

It’s, it’s very kind
of you all to have come.

We really don’t
want this publicity.

- Sold.
- Sit down.

Oh, I have a four column layout.

Reserved for Sunday.

Now remember your engagement
has caused..

Oh, well everyone
is talking about it.

Just give us the highlights
of your life, won’t you?

Well, perhaps
I’d better, Emerson.

Let’s make it short.

Yes. He’s got a date
to go blind with a pal.

[laughing]

I understand that your life
has been very unusual.

Oh, it’s been quite colorless,
your know.

And I’m afraid,
it’ll make dull reading.

Dull reading. Now isn’t that
just like all English girls.

She’s spent her life and
childhood in England, you see.

Tell them about your childhood
in England..

...doll.

(Wally)
’Talk.’

Well, my childhood was spent
in a little farm in England.

No girl ever spent a more
sheltered life than mine.

Why I was never permitted
to leave the little farm.

Excepting on Sunday.

’When we all went to
the little village church.’

My days were spent
in the meadows.

Picking flowers.

May I say that you learnt
about life from the flowers?

- Hmm?
- ’I could guess.’

[chuckles]
Yes.

Why, yes.

The flowers were
my constant companion.

The flowers and the birds.

[chuckles]
Oh.

And all the little wild things.

I was intently interested
in wildlife.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

♪ Song of the Congo ♪

♪ Deep as the night ♪

♪ Blue as the sea ♪

♪ Song of the Congo ♪

♪ After the light ♪

♪ Chanting a plea ♪

♪ Come where the full
bloody moon ♪

♪ Is whispering at you ♪

♪ Of romance ♪

♪ Song of the Congo ♪

♪ Calling to me ♪

♪ Calling to me ♪

[instrumental music]

Sit down.

Only you rise for, Lou,
eh, Miguel?

The most beautiful girl
in South Africa.

Have you had any luck?

Maybe tonight.

[laughing]

[audience cheering]

Hey, Mr. Wally.

When you fix scenes
for me with Lou, eh?

Are you kiddin’?

Well, jealous, eh?

You keep her
all to yourself.

Hmm.

I know what you like.

Hey, cut it out.

She’s too good for me.

And it’s a cinch
you won’t do.

[chuckles]

Well...see you in the gutter.

[instrumental music]

[audience applauding]

♪ I’m sittin’ pretty
in a pretty little city ♪

♪ Down Georgia way ♪

♪ There no angels here ♪

♪ But it seems
like heaven is near ♪

♪ And every mornin’
when Georgia day is dawnin’ ♪

♪ I hear a song ♪

♪ Whipporwill
up on my sill ♪

♪ Whistling come on along ♪

♪ I’m always blowin’ bubbles ♪

♪ I haven’t any troubles ♪

♪ Lucky this was me ♪

♪ Hope nobody shakes me ♪

♪ Hope nobody wakes me ♪

♪ This may be a dream ♪

♪ And there’s a sweet
little person ♪

♪ Who’s faithfully rehearsin’ ♪

♪ A wedding day ♪

♪ So I’m sittin’ pretty
in pretty little city ♪

♪ Down old Georgia way ♪

♪ Down old Georgia ♪♪

[piano music]

♪ All the old gang I once knew ♪

♪ Now have left me two by two ♪

♪ The old neighborhood
don’t look so good ♪

♪ I’m so lonely ♪

♪ By my only ♪

♪ Each and every one it seems ♪

♪ Meets the ideal
of their dreams ♪

♪ I’ve searched
everywhere for my ideal ♪

♪ Now I’m beginning to feel ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Nobody cares
if I’m lone lone ♪

♪ Nobody’s shy ♪

♪ Nobody cries if I’m blue ♪

♪ It seems
that night after night ♪

♪ I sit alone
and twiddle those thumbs ♪

♪ But still I
keep right on hopin’ ♪

♪ Leave my door open ♪

♪ But nobody comes ♪

♪ Ain’t it a crime ♪

♪ Kisses like mine ♪

♪ Are just wasted ♪

[indistinct]

♪ I’m single what’ll I do ♪

♪ Like a painting ♪

♪ On the shelf ♪

♪ Yes I’ll have
to be by myself ♪

♪ Cause nobody knows ♪

♪ Nobody cares if I’m ♪

♪ Blue ♪

♪ Ooh ♪♪

[all cheering]

[piano music]

[music continues]

(Louanne)
’Argh!’

Ssh!

Get out, you.
Get out.

Oh, no!

Please I..

I just bought you a little
present that is all.

Look. See.

Diamonds.

For you, senorita.

And more.

I’ve told you before
I don’t want

your dirty smuggled diamonds.

And I don’t want you.
Now, get out.

- That’s a reason to like me--
- Take your hands off me.

Get away from me.

I swear I’ll kill you.

Get away.
Get away.

Stop it!

(Louanne)
’Wally! Wally!’

[crying]

Oh, you rat.

Get outta here..

Get out of here.
What’re you doing?

(Miguel)
’What’re are you trying to do?’

What do you think you’re doing?

Hey, what do you think
you’re doing?

Hey, you,
why you--

I’ll fix you.

Ah!

[indistinct chattering]

Oh, Wally, Wally.

Take me away.
Take me away.

No time to cry.
Come on get all your things.

Come on, quick now.
Grab your things.

- Oh.
- Come on.

[indistinct chattering]

So you see,
life was very dull.

And very uninteresting.

Ha ha.
Dull and uninteresting.

Isn’t she modest.
Ha ha ha.

Tell us what occurred
after you left the farm?

Talk.

Well, you see, the dear old
mater and the dear old pater

hated to let me go.

But of course I’d read
of the great opportunities

on the American stage.

Where did you learn to hula?
In the old barn yard?

(Louanne)
’Oh, well you see I.
I sort of..’

Pardon me.

Terribly sorry. Terribly
awkward too of me, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it.

Well, I don’t know
what you call it. But you see..

I can hardly express myself.

I had what is known as, "it."

Darling, this must be
a terrible strain for you.

Was Mr. Dean
with you at the time?

Oh, my, no, Wally?

Oh, Mr. Dean
I sort of met him later.

Professionally of course.

Let me think, where was I?

[clearing throat]

America. Of course,
I was sailing for America.

And uh, you were graduating
from college. Yale, wasn’t it?

Oh, please.
Bless you, no.

Princeton.
Class of 21. Ha ha ha.

Now, that is news.

[laughing]

And when you reached
New York

did you find it
difficult to break in?

Oh. No, you see,
I didn’t try at first.

I had an uncle here.

’Of course
he was opposed to my career.’

’In fact he was opposed
to everything I did.’

So he finally set me up
in a fashionable girl school

up on the Hudson’s.

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

Ladies and gentlemen.

Just like I told you
about the other artist.

I’m going to tell you
about this sample

that you’re seeing
on the outside.

’With nothing
to do with the insides.’

’Behold Princess Lulu.’

’Fresh from
the harems of Cairo.’

’She moves every muscle,
every fiber.’

Like a Kansas city cyclone
or a bowl of jelly.

Hey, cut it out there.
What’s the matter with you?

- Hey, who’re you hitting.
- I’m hitting you.

You’ve no rights to put your
hands on her. Get outta here.

[indistinct chattering]

Hey, get back there.

- Go on out of here.
- Get back.

[indistinct chattering]

You poor sap. Why don’t
you get hep to yourself?

Who do you think you’re?

Me losing one job
after another on account of you.

I ain’t done nothing
and you get all burned up.

- Who’s burned up?
- You.

I never saw such a jealous guy.

Ah!

[crowd clamoring]

Will you hurry, please?

I’ll get it.
Out this way. Come on.

Then I danced
for a few charity benefits.

At the smartest homes
of course.

’It was at one of these, where
I met my producer, Mr. Harris.’

And here I am.

It isn’t very exciting, is it?
But I warned you.

Well, maybe the boys
can hoke it up a bit.

You know little color--

- We’ll hoke it up.
- No, no, please, please.

I insist you use the story
just as I’ve told it.

I don’t believe in
misrepresenting ones self

for the sake of publicity.

Quite right.
Now, no distortion, please.

You’re right.
It goes as is.

Word for word.
Come on, fellas.

Peachy. It’s gonna be
a peach of a story.

Oh, a peach.

How’d I do?

Not bad, babe.
Not bad.

I’m from the Graphic.

Would you mind telling me,
who your tailor is?

I beg your pardon.

Don’t forget
to mention Franklin Harris

popular Broadway producer.

- Sure.
- Now, he’s a great guy.

[indistinct chattering]

- Goodbye.
- So sorry I got..

Well, I-I guess,
I’ll be going.

I’ve to make a change
for my next number.

Thanks for staying, Wally.

Oh, that’s alright.

I-I haven’t offered you
my congratulations, have I?

Well, thanks, I suppose
I should be feeling a bit guilty

about taking Louanne away.

Oh, we’ll manage.

Well, I, I guess,
I’ll be saying goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- ’Goodbye.’

- ’Goodbye.’
- I’ll be seeing ya.

’You sweet darling, oh.’

[instrumental music]

Are you a strong man?

Sure.

Open that.

Oh-ho-ho.
Pickles.

- Thank you.
- You’re welcome.

(both in unison)
Will you have a drink?

(in unison)
Thanks, I will.

Too sweet.

Too sour.

Too weak.

An old Persian custom.

[chuckles]

[music continues in distance]

For you.

Oh, wait there, don’t go away.
Here comes your big moment.

5, 10. 15, 20, ready or not,
you shall be caught.

- What?
- Hello, baby.

Come here,
I want you to..

[muttering]

No.

Well, now,
wait a minute..

[muttering]

Mmph-mm.

Stop making faces
at me.

Oh, I could..
What’s the matter with you?

Oh, save your energy
for better things, baby.

Oh, I could just..

(female #2)
’Peggy darling,
where’s my towel?’

Oh, just a minute, please.

45, 30, 35, 40..
She loves me.

[upbeat jazz music]

♪ He’s known in college
as playboy ♪

♪ Not full of knowledge
to say boy ♪

♪ He does okay
and then some ♪

♪ He walks around
in a comma ♪

♪ But he’ll never get
a diploma ♪

♪ His mind’s gone
on the bum ♪

- Sweetheart.
- Yeah?

She’s simply
nuts about me.

♪ History to him
isn’t history ♪

♪ Why history to him
is just a mystery ♪

♪ Hey hey
he’s not so dumb ♪

♪ Every little girl
he sees he wants ♪

♪ And every little girl
he wants he gets ♪

♪ And every little girl he gets
he gets them all ♪

[singing indistinctly]

[singing continues]

♪ Every little girl
he sees he wants ♪

♪ And every little girl
he wants he gets ♪

♪ And every little girl he gets
he gets them all ♪

[music continues]

[tap dancing]

[rhythmic tapping]

♪ Every little girl
he sees he wants ♪

♪ Every little girl
he wants he gets ♪

♪ And every little girl he gets
he gets them all ♪

[singing indistinctly]

[singing continues]

♪ Every little girl
he sees he wants ♪

♪ And every little girl
he wants he gets ♪

♪ Every little girl he gets
he gets them all ♪♪

- Hiya, Pete.
- Okay.

Anything on your hips,
Connie?

Afraid it’s gonna be
a dry night for you.

- Not carrying a thing, eh?
- Not a thing.

Okay.

[chuckles]

- Hello, peaches.
- Oh, Connie, you look swell.

You look swell too, baby.
I only have a minute.

I wanna go give
Wally the cheerio.

How’s he taking
the engagement?

Never can tell a thing
about that guy.

- Is that so? Well, I can.
- Oh, yeah?

If you just came to see Wally,
I’ll be on my way.

Come here a minute.

- I’ve got something for you.
- Connie.

Remember, Portuguese who wanted
his lime taken to America?

- Sure.
- Well, I’ve tied up with him.

Wow.

Your boyfriend is now
a legitimate business man.

- Attaboy, Connie.
- He he.

I’m still an importer.
You understand?

- But dealing in solids.
- Solids?

And the first little chunk
of sunshine is for you.

Connie, an engagement ring.

Now, just a moment, baby.

That’s just a slight token
and nothing more.

Oh, I see.

When the time comes for me
to have a long talk with you

about mating instincts,
we won’t celebrate

the event with a pebble
like that. No, ma’am.

Oh, Connie,
when will that be?

Oh, some day.

I won’t interfere with your
career when you’re going good?

- Engaged?
- Vy, look.

If I gave her a kick on the chin
you’d think we were married.

- Stop kidding.
- Connie.

- Will you change your clothes?
- Oh, yes, hold on.

- Hurry up.
- Goodbye. Goodbye.

- See you later, peaches.
- Bye.

Vy, show you full of the town
tonight. You wanna come along?

Sure. That’s the cleanest
proposal I’ve had all day.

[laughing]

- Can you talk Portuguese?
- And how, boy.

I only missed being Portuguese
meself by one port.

[laughing]

- See you later, Vy.
- Yeah. Bye, Connie.

[humming]

- Hello, heaven eye.
- Will you go chase yourself?

Oh, I got a better idea.
You chase me.

Come on.

How are you, you old son of gun?
He he.

- Very chic.
- Oh, you don’t look it.

Oh, excuse me, but I’m all
nervous and excited.

You know the old gag,
the dull routine, the theater.

I wish I could go some place
where I didn’t know anybody.

Nobody was bothered with me.

This tie I’ve tied it
a 100 times.

- What’s new?
- Nah.

- A cigarette?
- Yeah, thanks.

- What are you doing?
- I’ve got a new job.

- No.
- Legitimate.

- Great. Big money?
- Colossal.

Oh, that’s fine. That’s a great
break. Greta break for Peggy.

Huh?

Well, you two will be getting
married, won’t you?

Now, listen, Wally,
don’t start that.

I just thought you two
were crazy about each other.

I’ll flip the guy who says we’re
not. But you know my ideas.

Women are alright
to play around with.

But it’s just a game with them.
A lot of tricks.

They won’t go through for you.

- No?
- No.

Boy, you oughta know.

Now, you take men. A couple
of bags like us for instance.

We’d go the ends of the world
for each other, wouldn’t we?

- With our shoes full of tacks.
- You’re darn right.

But how far would
a woman go for you?

How far would Peggy
go for me?

She’d drop off
at the first speakeasy

and let me shiver through
the snow in my BVDs.

[laughing]

Not that I’m expecting you
to agree with me, Wally.

You’re sort of a..

- A..
- A sap?

Now listen, don’t misunderstand
me, Wally.

You’ve got puppy ideas.
You’d build a girl up from zero.

Like an artist creating
a masterpiece.

Or a...cook proud of a soup.

[laughing]

And when you’re giving it that
old finish, that old polish

you’ll promote a million dollar
marriage for her. Wouldn’t you?

- Oh, what’s wrong with that?
- Nothing.

Only you’d be crazy
to do that

if you wanted to marry
the dame yourself.

A guy like you
shouldn’t get married.

- No?
- No.

Understand me, Wally, it’s
alright to have your dreams.

But I hate to see a big mug
like you leavin’

those telltale tear marks
on the pillow.

- Go on. Get wise to yourself.
- Hmm.

Gee, you’re funny.

You think I care whether
Louanne’s going away or not.

- You think I care?
- He he.

- You’re crazy.
- Yeah, I’m crazy.

You’re alright, huh?

You’ll have to excuse me
I gotta go dancing.

No, no. Wait a minute.
I wanna talk to you.

- Where you going?
- Gotta go downstairs.

This is Louanne’s big number
and it’s the last night

and I thought it’ll be
a good idea for me to show up.

- Uh-huh.
- You know, just a gesture.

Oh, sure. Sure.

Those little touches.
The women like it.

They think it makes ’em
look important like.

And to you it’s just..

- Don’t mean a thing.
- No.

If you knew me 50 years, you’ll
never see me go crazy like--

Yeah. No. Not a thing.

Here, Angela, hurry, hurry.

- Yes.
- I’ll be with you in a second.

Darling, there’s my cue light,
I must be going.

[orchestral music]

♪ Song of the Congo ♪

♪ Blue as the night
deep as the sea ♪

♪ Song of the Congo ♪

[indistinct singing]

What’s the matter?

What are you all nervous
and excited about?

You don’t want to be like that.
Keep your chin up, honey.

Remember this is the last night
and always leave ’em laughing

when you’re saying goodbye.

[laughing]

[orchestral music]

Wally, remember?

The moonlight?

- What moonlight?
- I don’t know.

That same sort of drivel you
always seemed to remember.

There’s your cue.

Wally, I don’t want
to say goodbye to you.

Here. Alone.

Will you...will you kiss me?

I suppose you miss your mother
at a time like this.

[sobbing]

[instrumental music]

♪ Congo carry him
back to my arms ♪

♪ Congo carry him
back to my charm ♪

♪ Love charms.. ♪

♪ She’s like
my heart is beating ♪

♪ Wake him so he can
hear me cry ♪

♪ My kisses I’m savin’ ♪

♪ For someone that’s cravin’ ♪

♪ To start misbehavin’ ♪

♪ I’m Crazy for Cannibal Love ♪

♪ I want lots of you know ♪

♪ If all this was you though ♪

♪ If I get a new bow ♪

♪ I’m Crazy for Cannibal Love ♪

♪ There’s no use to threaten ♪

♪ But hurry soon ♪

♪ I need lots of pettin’ ♪

♪ These nights in June ♪

♪ Come on entertain me ♪

♪ I bet you’ll have
to chain me ♪

♪ No one can restrain me ♪

♪ I’m Crazy for Cannibal Love ♪

[music continues]

♪ Crazy ♪

[indistinct]

♪ I’m Crazy for Cannibal Love ♪

[indistinct]

♪ I’m Crazy for Cannibal Love ♪

[indistinct]

♪ But hurry soon ♪

♪ I need lots of pettin’ ♪

♪ These nights in June ♪

♪ Come on entertain me ♪

♪ You better chain me ♪

♪ No one can restrain me ♪

♪ I’m crazy for ♪♪

(all)
Ho!

[audience clapping]

What is that you want?

Uh, I have an appointment
with a friend of mine

who has promised to introduce me
to the management.

If it’s alright?

Okay. Right down
the line, sir.

Thank you.

[indistinct chattering]

Miguel.

[indistinct chattering]

I’ve been looking
all over for you.

- Have a pickle.
- I don’t want it.

- Ah! Come on--
- I don’t want it.

Why you act like as if
you don’t want a pickle.

Have a pickle, girls.

Pickle, pickle, pickle.

Just think, darling,
in one half hour

it will be goodbye
to the stage forever.

I know. Isn’t it wonderful?

♪ Song of the Congo.. ♪

Oh!

- What’s the matter?
- Why, uh..

Pardon me, madame,
I wanted to congratulate you

’on your performance tonight.’

Your dancing is wonderful.

- Your singing is--
- Hello, Miguel.

[Wally chuckles]

He was looking for me.

’Must’ve gotten
in the wrong dressing room.’

- But, senor..
- Pardon me, you haven’t met.

May I present Mr. Parada,
Louanne.

- ’How’d you do?’
- Mr. Fairchild, Mr. Parada.

(Fairchild)
’How’re you doing?’

I’d almost forgotten
all the boys and girls

are waiting for you
in the big dressing room.

You know,
sort of a farewell party.

They’re just crazy
to meet Mr. Fairchild.

- Oh, thank you, Wally--
- Louanne, no more publicity.

- I’ll wait for you here.
- Oh, no, you won’t, dear.

You promised never to let me
out of your sight again.

Come on, dear.
Very happy to have met you.

What?

Well, Miguel, what do you want?

I have simply come to renew
an old acquaintance, senor.

Oh, that’s very nice of you
but I’m afraid it can’t be done.

And I’m sure Lou
doesn’t remember you.

Hmm. But I have good cause..

...to remember her.

Now see here, Miguel,
what’s on your mind?

If it’s that silly muck
that used to splash around

in your head, forget it.

You and I are
out of Lou’s life forever.

And we’re gonna stay out.

- So?
- So.

Now, why don’t you
be a sport?

Play the part
of a gentleman and bow out.

What I have with this girl, what
you call unfinished business.

Oh, don’t be foolish.

You know that Lou
is gonna be married tonight

right after the show?

And you and I are never
going to see her again.

Tel me if I’m breaking
your heart.

Oh! Married, eh?

Exactly.

Hmm, then you are right, senor.

I should never have come here.

I will go like
the gentleman. Adios.

Uh-uh-uh!

Hold that pose.

You give an imitation
of a gentleman right here.

Huh?

Oh, Wally?

What the..

- Have you two met?
- Have we met? Have you met?

Why, sure.
Miguel’s my new partner.

He’s helping me
turn over a new leaf.

- Him?
- What’s the matter with him?

Oh, gee, Connie,
everything, everything.

- I could tell you enough of--
- Don’t tell me.

I knew there’d be
a bug in it.

- Connie, do me a favor?
- Yeah.

Just one favor.
I’ve gotta go on the stage

keep this mug here
and don’t let him get away.

If you say so
but what’s the trouble?

I can’t explain now but
it means everything to Louanne.

Now, please don’t muff it
and me too. Do you understand?

Alright. Give me the old
shotgun. He’ll be here.

(Wally)
’Alright, watch him now.
He’s tricky.’

Well, I don’t know what
this is all about, Miguel

but please consider yourself
temporarily out of circulation.

May I sit down?

Won’t you have a chair?

- Thank you.
- You’re welcome.

[both chuckling]

Come on, take your hand
out of there. Take it out!

Nothing.

Oh! The trick, eh?

Yeah, nothing.

And am I sorry.

Eh! Then I will leave you,
my friend.

I have business to finish.

- Adios.
- Ah! Wait...

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

♪ How do you do I’m glad to be
here with you folks ♪

♪ Open your eyes I’ve got
to surprisin’ view ♪

♪ Believe it or not I’ll tell
you what I will do folks ♪

♪ I’ll introduce
some beautiful girls to you ♪

♪ There’s the miss
that I kiss in the moonlight ♪

♪ There’s the Jane
who is plain as can be ♪

♪ There’s the prale
that the male will fall for ♪

♪ And that’s including me ♪

♪ There’s the gay florette
who is willing to pet ♪

[gunshot]

♪ Whenever the lights are low ♪

- That was a shot.
- Oh, there must be a mistake.

I’m sure I heard one. It sounds
as it came downstairs.

I heard a shot too.

[indistinct chattering]

♪ And for your own inspection
here is my collection ♪

♪ Of all the pretty girls
I know ♪♪

[music continues]

- What happened?
- I heard a shot.

- He had a gun and--
- Never mind.

Brush your hair and..

- But let me explain--
- Never mind.

Let me explain--

Don’t get excited.
I’ll take care of everything.

[indistinct chattering]

- Wally, what happened?
- A man just killed himself.

A man killed himself?
That’s terrible.

They’re waiting for you inside.
Now, come on snap into it.

Hurry up!

[indistinct chattering]

Let me go! Come on,
stand back everybody.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Fish! I’m on the record.

Why you shouldn’t be any
exception. I don’t know.

Don’t anybody come in.

What-what’s happened, Wally?

- Suicide.
- Suicide?

Police headquarters quickly.

Hey, don’t you
touch a thing.

It’s alright with me, flatfoot.

George, Stacy talking

’there’s just been a murder
committed at Savoy Theatre.’

Yeah. Give me Dave Porter,
the homicide squad, hmm.

[audience clapping]

Why, this is marvelous.

A front page murder.

[indistinct chattering]

A murder?
You said it was suicide.

Speaking..

Wait a minute, mister..

- Mister..
- Give me city desk.

Now listen, old man.

You understand I’ve gotta
keep my name out of this.

Such modesty.
And it’s admirable.

I’m just telephoning
the paper now

to tell ’em to reserve
the whole front page

for your photograph.

Now, now,
wait a minute.

You won’t be unreasonable,
will you? I mean, I..

Hello, hello, Phill.
This is Fish.

Have I got a story for ya.

I’m just asking ya,
have I got a story for you.

I’m up at the
new Savoy Theatre

and I’m interviewing Louanne and
I stop off for a little party

and all of a sudden
I hear a shot. Ha ha ha.

[instrumental music]

♪ You’re looking at
the victim of circumstance ♪

♪ All rounder
perhaps a bounder ♪

♪ You’re looking at a man
who’s never had a chance ♪

♪ A lover who’s undercover ♪

♪ But I’ve got
a secret ambition ♪

♪ I’d like to prove I’ve got
a loving disposition ♪

♪ I’m just a man about town ♪

♪ Lonesome but looking around ♪

♪ The summer sweets are well ♪

♪ Who could complete
a perfect love affair ♪

♪ So tired of
painting the town ♪

♪ I’d like to
settle right down ♪

♪ But till I find the kind
of girl I’ve in mind ♪

♪ I’ll just be
a man about town ♪

[music continues]

♪ I’m just a man about town ♪

♪ Lonesome and looking around ♪

♪ The summer sweets are well ♪

♪ Who could complete
a perfect love affair ♪

♪ So tired of
painting the town ♪

♪ I’d like to
settle right down ♪

♪ But till I find the kind
of girl I’ve in mind ♪

♪ I’ll just be
a man about town ♪

[music continues]

♪ I’m just a man about town ♪

♪ Lonesome and looking around ♪

♪ The summer sweets are well ♪

♪ Who could complete
a perfect love affair ♪

♪ So tired of
painting the town ♪

♪ I’d like to
settle right down ♪

♪ But till I find the kind
of girl I’ve in mind ♪

♪ I’ll just be
a man about town ♪

♪ But till I find the kind
of girl I’ve in mind ♪

♪ I’ll just be
a man about town ♪♪

[audience clapping]

I, I, now, don’t blame
this on me.

’I was up there in the party,
we were havin’ a good..’

That is I didn’t
have a good time.

I was standing there--

The man told you to shut up.
Will you shut up?

I don’t know
why all this excitement

just because
a guy gets shot.

- Get back.
- Well, I’m not gonna be blamed.

Mr. Porter.

Will you please use your
influence to keep my name out?

Sorry, but that isn’t my job.

I’m here to find out
who killed Miguel Parada.

Neither my fiancé nor myself
know a thing about it.

We left for the
party right after

Mister Parada came into
the dressing room.

There was no one with
Parada, Mr. Fairchild

but Wally Dean?

Yes, that’s right.
He was the only one there.

That’ll be all,
Mr. Fairchild.

Are you the stage manager?

I’m the
stage manager, sir.

Didn’t you say that Wally Dean
was on the stage

when the shot was fired?

I did, sir.

That’s funny.

- Now, don’t blame this on me.
- Stand back and quiet, please.

- Yeah, keep still.
- Send Dean in, please.

Yes, sir.

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

Hey, mister.

Now don’t start
blaming this thing on me

because I know absolutely
nothing about it.

I’m not gonna try to
blame anything on you.

I’m just trying to get this
thing straightened out.

You said, that you were at
the party during the shooting.

Yes, I was..

- Huh?
- You said that you were at..

What’s the matter?
Are you hard of hearing?

No. Why? Are you?

If you’re not
hard of hearing

why do you make me
repeat the question?

Oh, I don’t know.

I guess I like
to hear you talk.

- What’s wrong with you?
- Well, he’s not gonna blame me.

He’s not trying
to blame it on you.

Why’s it when there’s an
argument you speak out of turn?

I didn’t wanna be blamed.

- He didn’t blame you.
- Wait a minute, dear.

- No dear about it.
- Now, darling.

- Don’t talk.
- Oh, wait a minute. Oh..

Okay, I’ll..

[indistinct chattering]

You wait till you come down.

Don’t ask me any questions.
I don’t know a thing.

Now put your hot
little hand in mine

and keep your mouth shut.

Hey.

You need to
low down a little.

Take it easy.
Who’s he’s talking to?

His sweetie.

What’s the matter?

Connie, I’ve seemed to have
accounted for everybody

during the time of
the shooting except you.

You don’t think
I did it, do you?

Well, you had some
sort of a business deal

with Miguel Parada,
hadn’t you?

Yes, we had a deal.

But this affair is gonna
cost me a lot of money.

Sure that it isn’t going
to make money for you?

What’s the idea of all
of this insinuation stuff?

If you think I did it
why don’t you charge me?

Oh, take it easy.
I haven’t accused you..

...yet.

I didn’t even have a gun.

Pete will explain it.

He’s right, chief.

I searched him when he came in
he didn’t have any guns.

- And no liquor, either.
- Yes, I know.

Parada was shot
with his own gun.

The only question is
"Who held the gun?"

I wish I could tell you.

Did you bring
Parada backstage?

- No, he came back himself.
- Where were you?

I was backstage
just fooling around.

Fooling around, eh?

Just exactly where
were you fooling around

during the time
of the shooting?

- Why..
- In my dressing room.

- If you must know.
- Oh.

Well, what was he doing there?

Only a copper would care.

Do you see this?

Connie and I are
being married tonight.

- Aren’t we, Connie?
- Sure.

We certainly are.
Right after the show.

She landed him.

How do you know that Connie
was in your dressing room

at the exact moment that
Parada was murdered?

Because when I heard the shot

I fell right off his lap.

Do you wanna
see the bruise?

Oh, no, no, no.

- May I go now?
- Yes, alright.

Thank you.

Alright, see you
later, Peggy.

Sorry, Connie.

- Just had to check up.
- It’s alright.

Hey, Fish.

Don’t forget to work Mr. Harris
into the story, will ya?

Oh, that’s a swell idea.

We’ll hang
the murder on Harris

and get this all over.

I gotta date with
a giddy blonde.

Peggy.
What’s new?

Oh, Wally.
I just testified that Connie

was in my dressing room
during the shooting.

Oh, that’s right.

I did see Connie
go into your room.

Oh, thanks, Wally.
You’re a peach.

Shh, quiet.

Now, I’m going to ask you
a few very pertinent questions.

- Are you..
- Please, please take me first.

You see,
I have to go on again.

- Alright.
- Will you pardon me, Louanne?

You know the finale.
I’ve to make the change.

Thanks.

Did you leave Miguel Parada in
this young ladies dressing room?

Yes, sir, I did.

(Dave)
’What were you and Parada doing
just before you left him?’

We were having an argument.

’What were you arguing about?’

Well, he,
he was threatening to do it.

I was trying to
talk him out of it.

- ’Threatening to do what?’
- ’Just what he did.’

(Wally)
’Kill himself.’

Why should he wanna
kill himself?

Same old reason.
A girl.

In this case, Louanne.

So you knew Miguel Parada?

As a matter of fact she
never saw him until tonight.

’Do you see he’s been sitting
upfront for the past two weeks?’

’Sort of hopelessly in love’

’and sending her passionate
notes and flowers.’

Did you receive
the flowers?

Well..

You see, I get
so many flowers

I really can’t recall
who sends them to me.

Fortunately, I was
able to manage

sort of to
intercept the notes.

Just what is your
interest in all this?

Well, I don’t know.

I just sort of felt
that Parada was a maniac.

’And I knew that...Louanne
was a fine girl.’

This sort of a thing a regular
occurrence in show business?

Sure, and it’s no cinch to keep
a crazy man away from a girl..

...particularly when he’s
in love with the girl.

You know, Parada used to
come to me and cry like a baby

and...and beg me to try
and fix it up for him.

’Why didn’t you tell him?’

Oh, I don’t know.
I...never do.

I’m just sorta like that.

You see, I...I figured out that
I could go on kidding Mr. Parada

till after Louanne
was married and away.

But he read of her announcement

announcement of
her marriage in the paper

and he came here tonight
with the frenzied notion

that he just couldn’t
go on living without her.

(Dave)
’Why, he hadn’t even met her.’

Would any man have to do more

than look at Louanne
to be mad about her?

You know, Dean,
for a man to take his own life

he takes a very serious step.

And I don’t believe that

Parada had justifiable
cause to commit suicide.

(Wally)
’You don’t?’

(Dave)
’No.’

Mr. Porter..

...have you ever been in love?

’Why, certainly.’

But have you ever been in love
with someone you couldn’t have?

[chuckling]

No. I married the girl.

You see, there’s the difference.
Parada was a cheap smuggler.

A small timer, and he knew
that Louanne was above him

and would always be above him.

Unless you’ve loved someone

and known you weren’t
good enough for them

and watched them slipping
right through your fingers..

Unless you’ve realized that
the breaking of your heart

’meant...their happiness..’

Unless you’ve known these things

you couldn’t possibly know what
was going on inside Mr. Parada.

(Dave)
’Well, I wouldn’t kill myself.’

’Course you wouldn’t.
Neither would I.

We’d laugh it off
and pretend indifference.

But not Parada. Oh, no.

He was sort of
theatrical, hot-blooded.

- ’He was a fool.’
- Of course he was.

I told him so, and I
thought I had him convinced.

Until I come back after my
number to the dressing room and

found him...dead.

[indistinct whispering]

Wait, Dean.

That’s the way
it looks to me, chief.

What do you think, Joe?

Looks like a clear case.

In some ways, it’s too clear.

All we have is this man’s story.

Uh, could you use
a good eyewitness?

Who?

Well, I didn’t
wanna say anything, Dave

but I saw this bird
bump himself off.

- What?
- Yeah.

I was coming down the corridor

and I saw the door
standing open a little bit

and I just kinda
peeked in, and I saw him.

He was standing there
with a gun in his hand.

Like this.

"Stop, stop!" I yelled.

In my very best English,
of course.

And I dove for the door

but before I could reach him,
he pulled the trigger. Bang.

Kerplunk.

Look here, Fish.
You actually saw all this?

Certainly, of course. Surely.

You’ve been around here
all evening

watching this investigation
taking up my time..

Say, why didn’t you tell me?

Because I like you, Dave.

And I know you like
to use your own ideas

to unravel these mysteries.

Then I thought, well, now
maybe old boy, Dave old boy

can make a murder out of this.

And snag himself
a nice promotion.

Ha ha ha.

Well, if the gentlemen
of the law

will excuse
the gentleman of the press

the gentleman of the press
will phone the press..

...to inform the public of the
greatest, sensational suicide

of the current year.

Adios.

Come on, baby,
it’s all over.

Oh! My hero!

Ha ha ha.
Have a pickle.

[indistinct mumbling]

Excuse me, mister,
uh, mister, uh..

Hello, Bill?
Fish. For the record.

Oh, yes, yes,
of course.

Don’t forget to keep
my name out of the papers.

- Oh, sure, sure.
- Thanks.

Bill, I wanna make a change in
that Savoy Theatre story. Yeah.

From murder to suicide.
Yeah, that’s right.

"Miguel Parada shoots himself
from unrequited love of.."

...of, uh, uh, oh nuts. Make it
"Shoots self, through heart."

Yeah. A Hamilton Fish,
star reporter, is eyewitness.

That’s me.
Well, now, wait a minute.

You don’t think I’m blind
all the time, do you?

Oh, look, uh, did you get that
photograph of Emerson Fairchild?

- No, please, don’t forget.
- Oh, leave it to me, buddy.

That’s fine. He was
so afraid you wouldn’t use it.

What!

Now make that
a nice layout, Bill.

- With a double border of cupid.
- You’re hopeless!

Inquest tomorrow,
but it’s all washed up.

Oh, and listen, Bill.

I want you to put
a nice paragraph in there

about Miss Violet Madison.

That charming..

Oh.

Delightful..

Oh.

Incomparable beauty..

...and future star of Broadway
smash hit "Bright Lights."

- Oh!
- Thank you.

I wonder why
my wife don’t come along.

[instrumental music]

Well, better luck next time.

Excuse me.

Now you made me
a little jenny

but you did me
a wonderful favor.

You mind telling me
just why you testified

the way you did inside?

Wally, old boy, I actually
graduated from Princeton in ’21.

Oh, you’re killing me.

And I think we Princeton boys
oughta stick together.

And then, baby here,
was hungry for romance.

And very much in a hurry.

Ah, just the same, I want you
to know that I appreciate it.

I’ll see you around
the Harvard Club sometime.

- The what?
- Oh, the Princeton.

Well, I...I suppose
there’s nothing to say but..

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Louanne.

- Where’s Emerson going?
- Home.

- Why?
- To put me in my souvenirs.

Do you realize, Louanne, that
you’re passing up everything?

Millions, respect, the home

a future, everything
that means anything.

- I realize.
- What’re you doing it for?

- For you.
- I won’t let you do it.

You’ve got nothing at all
to say about it this time.

You won’t pawn me off onto
somebody I don’t want.

If you don’t want me,
I’ll do my own selecting.

Come on, folks,
hurry up. The finale.

Get outta here. We’re gonna
have our finale right now.

Mr. Harris!
Mr. Harris!

- I won’t go on.
- Oh, yes, you will.

- No, I won’t.
- Come on, yes, you’ll go on.

- Come on.
- No, I won’t.

I’m not going on
for you or anyone.

- Yes, you are.
- You can’t frighten me.

So climb on your pony
and ride away.

- Hope you fall off a cliff.
- Cut out the conversation..

Mr. Harris, it’s alright.

She’ll go on.
I’ll take care of that.

You think I’ll go on?
You’re crazy.

[all clamoring]

I’m not going on,
get that in your head.

- Hey, will you stop--
- Just a second, Mr. Harris.

Tell me.
Tell me, Wally, you love me.

- Tell me.
- Oh, you chump.

Of course I love you.

Whatever made you
think I didn’t.

The finale!
The finale!

Oh, what a finale! Mmm.

What’s the matter with you two?
Are you crazy?