I'll See You in My Dreams Page #3

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But this is a wonderful lyric

I ran across, just crying for a tune.

Better it should cry than me.

No, Gracie, look.

How many good songs do we have

lying in the catalog...

...that die

because they've not been plugged?

And how many bad songs

have you yourself helped to become hits?

Now, Gracie, believe me, to me, you are

a much greater artist than Victor Herbert.

I'll make that a $ 10-a-week raise.

- Don't you even wanna hear the song?

- No. I might like it.

Then I'll take it someplace else,

because this song has to be published.

But you can't go to another publisher

while you work for me.

I don't work for you anymore,

Mr. Rossiter.

Then you don't get that raise.

I'm sorry, Ms. LeBoy. I just can't do it.

But you wouldn't have to pay us very

much for the song. Say $ 10?

You say it. Business is so bad,

I can't say anything.

We don't care.

We'll work just for royalties.

We'll work night and day

and do our own plugging.

What's this "we"?

Who's the silent partner in this deal?

- Mr. Kahn, the lyricist.

- Where is he, in hiding?

I don't know. I haven't seen him

since he gave me the lyric.

That's why I've got to have

this song published.

I don't follow.

Then I'd have reason

to see him again.

Mr. Townsend, would it cost me very much

to have a few copies printed?

- Go on, play the number.

- Thank you.

Oh, what can I lose?

I'm in receivership now.

Hurry, before they come

and take the piano.

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth

And breadth and height

My soul can reach

I love thee purely,

As they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs

Who is opening the door?

And with my childhood's faith.

Me. Like always.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints.

I love thee with the breath

Please come in.

- Smile, tears...

- Gus, it's for you. A girl.

- Mr. Kahn.

- Ms. LeBoy.

Excuse me for being so forward, but

I just had to come and congratulate you.

- For what?

- For this.

- When did this happen?

- I put a tune to it that same night.

What'd you do that for?

Let me see.

"Lyrics by Gus Kahn."

Gus, your name, printed.

What's the matter?

Couldn't your father have lived

to see this?

Ma, it's just a song.

It's not the Declaration of Independence.

How could you understand it?

Five years old you were

when we came to this country.

But your father and I,

how long we struggled with the language.

Me, I'm still struggling.

But my son, he makes a song out of it.

Gee, if it means that much to you,

I'm glad she did it.

- Thanks, Ms. LeBoy.

- Gus!

This is the way

how you treat a lady visitor?

You should have some strudel with us.

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