Broadway Melody of 1940 Page #2

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I've got a great surprise for you.

It's... Oh, no, it's not you.

Excuse me. This is Miss Pearl Delange.

- How do you do?

- Hello.

Bert, our troubles are over. I made

the greatest discovery of my life.

Just what we've been hoping for.

I have found Clare's new partner.

- Well, what's his name?

- Well, I wrote it down. Here it is...

...Peggy Britton, Columbus 6...

Oh, no, that's something else.

- King Shaw. Wait till you see him.

- King Shaw? Never heard of him!

- Well, you will, Bert. You will.

- We've got to have a name, Casey!

Clare didn't have a name

when I discovered her!

- Why, I certainly did.

- What?

- Bridget Callahan.

- Yes, that's right.

And what were you? Nothing

but a great big baritone when...

When I told you how to fix

the second act of your show.

Yes. No! Well, you did...

It was just a suggestion.

You made a fortune

out of that suggestion.

There's gratitude.

Didn't I make you my partner?

- Well, you needed a young man...

- What?

- You were getting old.

- Old?

My hair was as white as it is now

when I was 17, 15...

...well, I was pretty young.

- Bob, he's just jealous of you.

- Of course he is.

When are we going to see

your discovery?

I'll have him in Bert's office

tomorrow morning at 11:00.

Come on, Pearl, darling.

Let's take this home.

It's been so nice

having this little chat with you.

Yes. Well, come on,

my little chatterbox.

I think you get more people back here

than we get out front.

Oh, I'm sorry

you were interrupted, Bert.

Tell me something.

Why do you always propose...

...three days before

the close of a show?

I mean to do it

at the end of the run...

How much do you really

want to marry me?

More than anything in the world.

Bert...

- I'd hate to give up my career.

- Yeah.

What are you talking about?

The new show's written.

You've got a contract with me.

You can't walk out on a contract!

Say, what are you doing, kidding me?

I'm just trying to prove

that the theater is your real love...

...and I guess the same thing

goes for me.

- Yeah. That means no, huh?

- Well, let's say it doesn't mean yes.

Keep the motor running. I may

have trouble getting my cape back.

Yes, sir.

You certainly have been nice to me,

Mr. Casey.

- Oh, well, I...

- I mean, about this cape.

- Oh, well...

- I hope you won't misunderstand.

- I mean, about my accepting it.

- Oh, no.

Well, I hope

you won't misunderstand either.

Oh, no! Why, I think people

can be platonic and still be friends.

- Good night, Mr. Casey.

- Just a minute!

Aren't you forgetting something?

Does Mr. Casey mean

his little night-night kiss?

Yes.

That's just what I mean.

It's been a lovely evening, Mr. Casey.

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