Rhythm on the River Page #3

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What girl?

The one who keeps sending you

her poems, Cherry Lane.

Maybe you could

use her.

Here it is.

Read it to me.

''A Happy New Year to you

is my sincerest wish.

If music be the food of love,

you are my favorite dish.''

[ Chuckling ]

You are my

favorite dish.

I wonder

if she's pretty.

What does that matter?

I thought you were looking

for a lyric writer.

Starbuck, send for her.

I'll see her tomorrow.

I'll have her here

by carrier pigeon.

Pardon me.

Does Mr. Oliver Courtney

live here?

Yes, miss.

Take the elevator to

the 1 5th floor and then

change for the penthouse.

Thank you.

Good morning,

Wilkes.

Good morning, sir.

Little place of my uncle's.

Give it a rumble, will ya?

d d [ Humming ]

d d [ Whistling ]

Oh, pardon me.

Certainly.

d d [ Whistling ]

d d [ Humming ]

Floor please.

[ Together]

Fifteen.

d d [ Whistling ]

That's a pretty

little number.

Yes, isn't she?

Who?

What are you

talking about?

I'm talking about that tune

you were whistling!

- Was I whistling a tune?

- Don't tell me you've

already forgotten it.

d d [ Whistling ]

d d [ Whistling Continues ]

Give me that again,

will ya?

d d [ Whistling ]

Rimsky-Korsakov, 1 888.

You're very clever, my friend,

but on you it's repulsive.

Are you the young lady

that wrote these verses?

Mm-hmm.

Miss Lane,

do you like music?

I adore it.

I can't play well,

but a good tune always

makes me think of lyrics.

They just seem

to pop into my head.

I had that once.

Oh, but I think

your melodies lately have

been perfectly wonderful.

Oh, do you?

Of course...

nothing will ever come up

to ''Good-bye To Love. '?

Ah, I wrote that myself!.

I mean, um--

That really came

from my heart.

Um, Miss Lane,

how would you like

to write my lyrics?

I beg your pardon?

How would you like

to write my lyrics?

I couldn't write your lyrics.

I could write my own lyrics,

but I couldn't write--

Do you mean--

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Mr. Courtney, I couldn't

do that... or could I?

It would give you

an opportunity and an income.

And it will give me something

that I very badly need:

some new lyrics.

Oh, Mr. Courtney,

to be able to write with you,

it's unbelievable!

I must think of a new rhyme

for heaven right away!

Will you?

Of course I will.

Just wait till the girls

in Tulsa see my name

on one of your songs.

They'll simply

curl up and die!

Miss Lane, I don't want

you to labor under

a misapprehension.

Your name won't appear on

the song. My name will be

on it as usual.

But you'll have all the

satisfaction of knowing

that you did write it and...

you'll be able to dine on

something more substantial

than the food of love.

But, Mr. Courtney,

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