Kiss Me Kate Page #2

Bianca. Miss Vanessi. Miss Lane.

Madame.

Could you manage to smile,

Miss Vanessi?

All right. Let's have

a nice curtsy, ladies.

We'll have to do better than that.

Watch Miss Lane.

- It's really simple.

- It must be.

Just raise your skirt and...

Oh, I forgot! Your knees.

There's nothing wrong with my knees.

You may step out now,

Miss Vanessi.

Second call:
Bianca

and the three suitors.

Where the devil is that partner

of yours? Lucentio!

Bill Calhoun!

I think he went to the chiropodist.

How am I doing, sweetie?

I mean, Mr. Graham.

Very nice. Go to your dressing

room and relax until curtain time.

- Let your mind go blank.

- Whatever thou sayest.

Miss Vanessi,

I'd like to run over your bow.

You were a bit awkward, you know.

You louse!

On-stage, everybody!

Bill? Where is he?

He's a prisoner of the Star Cab Company.

Shoot you for it.

Double or nothing.

- How much is it this time?

- Two dollars, lady.

Oh, great!

Thanks, lady.

Honey, you're the cutest

piggy bank in town.

Yeah.

- Sure the donkey's housebroken?

- They guaranteed it.

Well, if anything happens,

you're responsible.

Bill Calhoun, have you

been gambling again?

- How much did you lose?

- Two G's.

Two thousand?

You haven't even got two dollars.

- Signed an IOU.

- An IOU?

- But not with my name.

- Whose name did you sign?

Your boyfriend's.

Frederick Graham.

Oh, Bill, no!

This is our big chance.

- Do you want to work nightclubs all your life?

- What's wrong with nightclubs?

Nothing, if you like smoke, noise and drunks.

You thought they were great

till you met this Hamlet.

Mr. Graham is a gentleman and

a scholar. He's merely culturing me.

- He's helping to further our careers.

- Whose? Yours or mine?

- Both!

- Oh, Lois, dear?

- Yes, sweetie?

- Has that hoofer showed up yet?

No, he hasn't, sweetie.

When he gets in,

tell him I want to see him.

Yes, I certainly will, sweetie.

Bill?

Bill Calhoun?

Where are you?

- Oh, Bill.

- I'm sorry, honey.

- Honest.

- Yeah. If you only meant it.

Calling me a louse!

And on-stage!

Sorry.

I should have waited.

You louse!

It's customary

for a gentleman to knock.

I'm not a gentleman.

I'm a louse. Remember?

Stop that infernal squeaking.

You know it gets on my nerves.

What do you want me to do?

Bite them off?

- Who is it?

- Suzanne. I've got your dinner tray.

- Take it away.

- What do you mean, take it away?

You can't eat before a performance.

It gives you indigestion.

It's my stomach, thank you.

Bring it in, Suzanne!

You'll not burp during

my love scenes. Take it away.

Suzanne, don't you dare.

- Let's make up our mind, shall we?

- It's made up.

Out!

Well, pick it up.

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