Here Comes the Groom Page #2

phrasing. I got a kid here...

You do recognize talent

when you see it.

- Go get Theresa.

- Theresa!

Don't you think

we'd better tell them that...?

- Theresa!

- Listen to amateurs?

Now, here, this is wonderful!

- Oh, dear.

- Oh, the poor hat.

Mr. Garvey, I am not interested.

I hate children!

Aren't they a pain?

Good thing you didn't take Bobby,

he has absolutely no ear for music.

He'd have driven a great musician

like yourself out of your mind!

But this is something.

Theresa, I want you to meet

Mr. and Mrs. Walter Godfrey,

from America.

They're in the market for a child.

- She's a bit older than we planned.

- They're all too old!

Mr. Godfrey is a great musician

from America. Understand?

Si, signore.

Her mother was a great musician,

but she wouldn't entertain the enemy.

All she left Theresa was

just her glorious voice.

You're going to hear a thing, you'll be

grateful to me for the rest of your life.

"Caro Nome"?

Why can't she sing some little song?

Beautiful.

Beautiful!

Come here, my child.

I want to kiss you.

Yes,

Theresa's blind.

But she has a heart and a throat

and that's what you use

to sing songs with, isn't it?

Oh, my dear. My dear.

Walter, let's take her home!

Home?

She will be in the Metropolitan

and Carnegie Hall.

The contracts, the papers...

The papers!

I want the papers!

Get the papers!

Sign up the papers immediately.

Isn't that wonderful?

We finally got a home for Theresa!

- What?

- Will I ever get a house?

Why, you can't miss, Marcel.

You've already got about

the best house in the world.

Close in here a minute, kids,

and I'll see if I can get through to you.

In your heart you have a playroom

To enjoy every toy, every game

Sonny, you've got a house

Your own little house

And it's registered in your name

Now, take your eyes

Why, they're the windows

Showing you every view in the sun

Honey, you've got a house

Well, your own little house

And it's better than anyone

So just keep the outside shined up

And the inside free from gloom

Take care of your house

And you'll wind up

This is a duplex.

Having fun in every room

And your head, now that's the attic

Full of memories and keepsakes

To choose

Sonny, you've got a house

Man, that's a pre-war house

And it costs just a smile to use.

And as long as you

Can meet that payment

Why, you can't lose

Now, take your hands

The tools you work with

You'll be thrilled

When you build something nice

Umbriago, what a house!

Why, it's colossal!

Let me hear that note again.

What a note! What a note!

Here, keep this,

I got a million of them.

Now, take your skin

Say, that's the paint job

More of a spray job.

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