Babes on Broadway Page #3

Mr. Reed is producing

a new musical revue.

I have spoken to him about you.

- About us?

- Thornton Reed?

This is getting to be like

Alice in Wonderland.

So if you'll be at the old Amsterdam

tomorrow morning at 11:00...

...I may be able to get him

to watch your act.

But please, you mustn't tell a soul.

This is a very private audition.

Mr. Reed doesn't like actors.

Well, do you think you can make it?

- Make it?

- Right now, we've been there for hours.

Hello. Oh, yes, Thornton.

See you tomorrow morning

at the theater.

- Thank you very much.

- Yes, Thornton.

You don't know what you've done.

What did you say, Thornton?

I mean, what did you say, Thornton?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't see any objection to Philadelphia.

Read that, please. Read that.

- Thanks very much. Goodbye.

- Bye.

Sorry. Come on.

- Hammy.

- Hiya, Jenny.

You look as if you swallowed

the Academy Award.

I'm really riding.

Thornton Reed has just asked us

to come over to a little audition tomorrow...

...at the old Amsterdam.

- Thornton Reed?

Listen, you better come over.

You never can tell.

- Thanks. That's one I owe you.

- But you better keep it quiet.

- Don't forget kids, 11:00 sharp.

- Thanks, Tommy.

That's all right. Shorty, remember those

ham sandwiches we ordered?

Trade them in for top sirloins.

- How do you want them?

- On a plate with a lot of potatoes.

I'm not kidding. Tomorrow at the old

Amsterdam. Don't forget to tell Eddie.

Keep this under your hats, kids.

Thornton Reed's new musical,

the old Amsterdam, tomorrow.

Actors working, yeah!

Wait a minute, Shorty.

That's kind of quick, isn't it?

- Pitt-Astor's super service.

- What did you do, send out for it?

This is what I've been telling you

fellas about, eating acting.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

What's that?

Excuse me, I'll be back in a minute.

- Hey, you can't do that.

- Go away.

- What are you crying about?

- None of your business.

All right, come on, come on, break it up.

You've gotten your laugh.

I don't think I like you.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Now that we know each other...

- But we don't.

My name is Williams, Tommy Williams.

What's yours?

It doesn't matter. I'm just a failure.

Oh, well, I was a failure yesterday.

Now look at me today.

You mean,

you even looked worse yesterday?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

But I was a success yesterday.

You mean,

you even looked better yesterday?

Oh, I worked and I slaved.

There were only three words in the part,

but, oh, they were such beautiful words.

"I love you"?

No.

"The telephone, madam. "

I never got past "the telephone. "

I just haven't got any talent.

Well, you cry awfully pretty.

- You think so?

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