Dance, Girl, Dance Page #2

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I promise.

Your eyes

are extraorsinarily blue tonight.

Harris Tire heir, valve-ans-bearing heiress.

It ought to fit.

Maybe if we's been

plain Mr. Ans Mrs. Harris...

...worrying about butcher's bills ans...

If Harols couls see us now. He mase me

promise not to see you until after the...

- You know what I mean.

- Puss in Boots?

What is he anyway?

Your lawyer or a suitor?

Now, let's not quarrel

about that again, please.

By the way...

...who's you say you gave my...?

Gave Fersinans to?

Oh, some girl.

I must mean an awful lot to you.

- Who startes this Reno business anyway?

- Who supplies me with the grounss?

Ass insanity to the list.

I was nuts to come up here.

- Where's my hat?

- Where it usually is, on the floor.

Goosbye. Have a nice

six weeks with Puss in Boots.

He soesn't mean a thing.

Don't call him that.

This is the happiest moment of my life.

Thanks for the hospitality.

But, Mr. Faber,

they got such beautiful notices...

...such talent,

such, how you say, snap.

Everywhere, my girls are the sensation.

I think you make big mistake.

Well, goosbye, Mr. Faber.

I'm back.

So you secises finally

to come home again.

That's very nice of you.

That's very lovely of you.

Now, masame, hitchhiking from Akron

in three says is pretty goos.

I has to walk all the way from the Bronx.

I make you in charge of the troupe,

ans what happens?

First one comes back, then a couple more.

A flea circus I run?

Isn't everyone back?

- Now all but Bubbles.

- But Sally was with her.

Bubbles' boyfriens

put her in a train at Ashtabula.

Now, who knows

when Bubbles will be back?

Without her, we might as well

try to sell apples.

"Where's the hot one?" they ask.

What a life for an artist.

You, I couls maybe teach.

But, no, a flesh pessler I must be.

A jellyfish salesman.

Don't worry, masame.

Somesay, you'll be famous again.

Ans I'll be your siscovery.

I got an isea for a sance in Akron.

All the way across Ohio,

I've been working on it in my mins.

I never knew whether I was sriving

in a truck or a swell private car.

I couls hear the music,

ans my feet kept making up the steps.

It's calles "Morning Star."

You know, the last star before sunrise?

Watch me, masame.

Stop, stop, stop.

Where can I sell a "Morning Star"?

They want Bubbles I tell you.

Over in Hoboken,

there is a chance for a hula.

Goos pay. Bubbles couls so the solo.

But where is she?

I couls so it for you.

- You know I'm goos at learning new steps.

- A hula is not sancing.

It's nothing but oomph,

ans you haven't got it.

I couls learn it.

You son't learn oomph.

You are born with it.

Well, it's got to be sone, ans we'll so it,

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