Rhythm on the River Page #2
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- 1940
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you can have a catboat now
on the installment plan.
Then you can sail around
and make up songs.
That's very nice.
But I'd rather not be
tied down to anything
unless it's a catboat.
If you mention that uncle again,
I'll fre you!
My uncle's
a very nice man.
Here's your fountain pen.
So long.
Say, is that a hep catboat
you want or just a catboat?
Just a plain, ordinary
old catboat.
Don't go too far.
That's why we got you
that cell downstairs.
I did want to visit my uncle--
No. There's a lot of work
in this new show...
and we want you around.
so much he can't do
He can't, huh?
Well, I'll see you later.
Wait a minute.
What?
What kind of a place is
this your uncle runs?
A nudist farm?
Oh, no, no,
nothing like that.
Just a little hideaway
on the river.
It's called Nobody's Inn.
Feather beds.
Hot and cold folding doors.
Have a card.
Built-in tea wagon.
Take some up to the union
next time you go there.
Ah, Nobody's Inn.
''Peace...It's wonderful.''
Why does he call it
Nobody's Inn?
He's a funny fellow,
my unk.
He won't let anybody in
But you can come up.
I might be able
to do somethin' for you.
And a Merry Christmas
to you too... Scrooge!
Merry Christmas, Bates.
Thank you.
Wait a minute, Bates,
what have you got there?
Telegram for Mr. Courtney,
sir.
Here, I'll take it.
You stay right here.
[ Whistles ]
Bates, are you
a registered nurse?
Why, no, sir.
Got any smelling salts?
I think so.
Don't think, make sure and
have a bucket and sponge.
And, Bates, lock all the
windows and hide his razor.
Thank you so much.
Oh, Oliver--
Give me a glass of
champagne, will you?
I say, everything's fne.
I'm still in the groove.
You better dig yourself
a nice deep one.
Why, what's wrong?
Your lyric writer
Just fell dead.
Oh.
Bates!
Croon. Spoon.
Tune. Soon.
Agh! june.
How about loon
or goon?
It's no use, Billy.
I haven't been able to write
a good song of my own since
''Good-bye To Love.''
Oh! And a good song
must come from the heart.
Not with your ears.
My heart just stopped
singing when she died.
She didn't die.
She got fat.
What?
Why try that sentimental
drool on me?
You know she married
a guy in Naples who ran
a one-arm spaghetti joint.
I prefer to think
of her as dead.
There will never
be another like her.
There's one born every minute!
You're like a swan, only able
to produce a good tune...
when you're getting it
in the neck.
I'm looking for that
Christmas card that girl sent.
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