Alexander's Ragtime Band Page #3

- Very nice.

- Oh, thanks, Mr. Astorbilt.

But you know, you shouldn't try to cover

up your lovely throat with those feathers.

- Hey, wait a minute.

- Oh, and look at those flowers.

You don't really need those.

That's just gilding the lily.

Oh-oh.

And look at those ruffles. Now, that might

be all right for some skinny little girl,

but not for a girl

with a gorgeous figure like yours.

- There. Now, see what I mean?

- Hey, wait a minute!

Oh, and the very idea

of trying to cover up that beautiful hair!

- There, now.

- Why, you two-by-four snob!

Look what you've done.

You've ruined my dress.

Now, listen to me. You're not

dressing for your sailor friends now.

This isn't Dirty Eddie's.

I'm trying to build a band with class and

distinction, and I'm beginning right now.

Oh, so you're a know-it-all

about women's clothes too?

Well, let me tell you something.

I know how to dress myself and you or

nobody else is gonna tell me what to wear.

Understand?!

You're not going up there looking like

a comic valentine. And stop shouting!

I'll go out the way I want to

or I won't go out at all!

- All right! That suits me too.

- Well, it's good enough for me.

Pickleface is throwing a fit out there.

We'd better hop to it.

- Are you ready, Stella?

- I'm not going.

- Oh, now, Stella...

- Oh, let her go, and good riddance.

I don't want a woman with the band

anyway. Come on, Charlie.

Oh, what a sap I was to let you

talk me into this thing in the first place.

Oh, I knew how it would end

with that conceited...

Well, I'm surprised at you, letting him get

your goat. He didn't mean anything by it.

He was just a little excited tonight-

new place, a couple of new boys.

- You can't let us down now.

- There you go, sticking up for him again.

Why, look where he threw my flowers.

I should have slapped his ears down.

You can do that tomorrow.

You've gotta sing now.

Pulling out my feathers,

and giving me all that baloney

about my neck and my figure and my hair.

- Why, I'll see him dead first.

- You're absolutely right.

Don't sing for him. Sing for me.

Why, you dirty dog. Taking advantage

of my sweet nature, huh?

That's a girl, Stella.

Just remember the Three Musketeers.

All for one..

Yeah, and that one a pain in the neck.

Yeah, and that one a pain in the neck.

Three Musketeers, my...

my foot.

Ah! There you are, my tender little dove.

We were just coming to call on you.

- Well, I'm in a hurry.

- Stop being a stubborn, ornery female.

You and the maestro

are gonna get acquainted.

Say, I know all I wanna know about him.

And no back talk.

Get in there, the both of you.

Take those chips off your shoulders.

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