A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1945
- 129 min
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...her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad
and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels,
alive, alive-O
I won, I won!
Well, now, I wouldn't be too
sure about that if I was you.
But I did! I got it open before
you finished and that's the rules.
But I came up one flight two steps
at a time before I remembered.
Don't that make
a difference?
No, sir.
The rules...
And in a manner of speaking,
you never did stop me at all
because my heart kept
right on singing.
Papa, you're joking.
Well, I guess
I'll let you get away
with winning this time,
prima donna.
And where's your beautiful
mama? Finishing the hall.
She must be on the top floor
or she'd have heard you.
Well, in that case, why
ain't you getting busy?
Why ain't you
laying out my clothes?
Papa,
you always make fun.
You know you haven't
any more clothes.
Haven't any
more clothes?
What's this?
A tie.
And this? And this?
A dickey. An apron.
Them's clothes, ain't they? And you'd
better be getting that apron ironed, too.
Papa, you got a job
for tonight?
You see the palm
of that hand?
That's right where
I got the world tonight.
Where's the job, Papa?
Klommer's.
A big wedding party.
And you know something, prima
donna? There'll be plenty of tips.
Singing or waiting?
Both.
Maybe tonight will be it.
Maybe tonight he'll be
there, the impresario.
And he'll hear you sing, and
he'll put you on the stage.
And why not?
Ain't I the Brooklyn Thrush?
Papa!
And now you'd better be
getting my apron ironed.
Have it in a jiffy, Papa.
The coffee's on.
That's my prima donna.
Early one morning
Oh, Papa, I can't sing.
Come on, now. You're
holding up the singing.
Oh, don't deceive me
And better singing
I never did hear.
I love to iron
for you, Papa.
You know something,
a day like this
is just like somebody
gave you a present.
Everything just right.
before they invented coffee.
This sure could be
a fine world if...
Hey, you know something,
prima donna?
You're going to make somebody
a mighty fine wife someday.
Papa!
And very pretty, too. That is,
if your nose doesn't grow crooked.
Could it really?
Honest?
No. It's the prettiest
nose in all Brooklyn.
Papa, it isn't.
Who says it isn't?
You just tell me who said it
and I'll take care of him.
Papa, you're crazy. And
you know something else?
You're not gonna be ironing like
this when that impresario comes along.
Things are gonna be different
around here. You wait and see.
Yes, Papa.
Hey.
What's the wish
you wish the most
when our ship
comes sailing in?
Well, it already
came true.
What is it?
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