Dancing Lady Page #3

All right, all right. Break it up, break it up.

Just a minute, Miss Warner.

All right, Harry.

- I met a Southern girl out there.

- Way from the South?

Now, don't tell me.

Don't tell me you're from the South.

And they want to build a statue

of my father...

but I wouldn't let them.

- Oh, stop. Come in.

- Yeah. That's true.

Don't tell me they want to make

a statue of your father.

- Look.

- Hello.

What do you want?

I was wondering if y'all could tell me

where I could find Mr. Gallagher?

What do you want Mr. Gallagher for?

Well, I'd kind of like to talk to him

about that Southern part.

About the Southern part.

- Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

- Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

There he is over there.

Take a good look at him.

It's funny, but I'm a little nearsighted.

I'm afraid

I'll have to get a little closer to him.

Come on, come on. You're big-eyed

enough to see that he's busy.

But I wouldn't take up any of his time.

The lady is leaving.

Look now,

I know if you'd let me get in there...

that he'd let me do this part.

I know he would.

Did you read that sign on the door:

"No more girls wanted"?

Yes, I read it.

Will you read it again

and get that mush out of your mouth?

How'd you like some of it in your eye,

you big bruiser?

- Steve.

- Okay, boss.

I've decided to take Miss Warner

for the part.

- Miss Warner?

- Yeah.

Oh, I see.

Congratulations, Miss Warner.

You all don't come from the South,

do you?

No.

- Steve.

- Yeah, boss?

That's all today.

Regular rehearsal a week from Monday.

Break it up! Break it up!

That's all for today.

The regular rehearsals start

a week from Monday.

- So, you took Warner, eh?

- Yeah. I know she's not so hot.

But with all the real talent

gone to Hollywood...

you gotta make the best

of what you can get.

We'll be down to using midgets

pretty soon.

Well, work on her.

Use the whip if you have to.

She's got to be loosened up

by the time we open.

I'll offer her candy. Maybe she likes candy.

- Offer her anything but more money.

- Okay, Mr. Gallagher.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

- Slumming again?

- No, I joined the Uplifters Society.

- Who's the victim?

- You.

I looked for you down at the burlesque,

I couldn't find you.

- You going after art?

- Gallagher.

You're finding out the machines are fixed

against your 1,000 to 1 shot?

- Lf you're running low on coins...

- No.

Don't pull that $50 gag again, please.

Aren't you ready to give up?

I've been chasing that guy, Gallagher

around for days.

But I'm young yet.

Got a lot of time ahead of me.

Got a lot of sleep to catch up on, too.

- Goodnight, Mr. Newton.

- Hey, wait a minute.

Now, suppose I gave you a letter

to Jasper Bradley...

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