42nd Street Page #2
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Wait till I get my clothes on.
I'll show you where it is.
It isn't an "it," it's a "he."
Maybe I'm wrong about the whole thing.
Let's start over again.
I'm Billy Lawler,
one of Broadway's better juveniles.
I thought you were important.
That's the way most people
feel about juveniles.
Only most of them
- You're new to show business?
- Oh, I've had experience.
- How many shows?
- Why, any number of them.
- Come on, now.
- To tell you the truth...
I want the truth.
This'll be my first, if they take me.
If they take you? Say, you can't miss.
I'll take you in myself.
to the stage director.
Come on, let's go.
A short order of ham, coming out.
Not good, but loud.
Honey, take a good look at them now.
Because after they make that back line,
you won't see them again.
If it isn't Little Lord Fauntleroy
and the village maiden.
Just a minute.
Where are you headed, sister?
- She wants to see Marsh.
- That'll make Marsh's day perfect.
Come on, girls, inside.
There's the boss right there.
His name is Julian Marsh.
He's the fellow with the light green
felt hat. Go over and talk to him.
Quit shoving.
Lift the skirts up a little higher.
Come on, come on.
Afraid I got a run.
- First door to your left.
- In my stocking.
First offense?
Yes, but I don't think
I ought to tell them that.
No, of course not.
And they'll never guess.
Do you think I'll do?
I only know what I read in the papers,
but you look all right to me.
- Andy! Get the first eight girls.
- Yes, sir.
Will the first eight girls line up here?
down in front. Come on.
Now lift your dresses up.
Come on, higher.
I want to see the legs.
Yeah, they got pretty faces too.
Turn around. Come on, turn around!
Oh, dear, not a calf in a carload.
- Get the next eight.
- Next eight, come on.
Stick with us,
and you'll come in on the tide.
- Line up, girls.
Hurry up, girls. Lift your dresses up.
- Do you mind holding Fifi for me?
- Turn around now, please.
All right, back.
Three!
If I were you, I'd keep them.
I suppose if I don't, you'll have to.
Lorraine again, huh?
Andy, you're a panic.
All right, have it your way.
Mac, okay by special request
of the copyright owner.
- All right, next eight. Hurry up.
- Next eight girls.
What's yours?
Diane Lorrimer. 333 Park Avenue.
And is her homework tough!
Next.
Adams! Arnold!
Kipling!
What's the matter?
Well, what is it, what is it?
What's the matter now?
Must have been a slip-up someplace.
We're a girl short.
Well, that's great. Just great!
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