Alexander's Ragtime Band Page #4

You're both all right if you don't

expect too much. And remember,

I'm staying right outside the door here,

and if I hear any yelling or screaming,

I'm coming back in here

and knock your heads together.

Well?

You and I have

entirely different points of view, Stella.

But we are grown-up.

I don't see why, with a little

common sense, we can't work together.

A simple business arrangement.

Listen. You're out to

set the world on fire.

You're all hopped up with the idea

that you've got something to give

and you're gonna do it or bust.

Well, that's your business. All I want

is a job, and one job's as good as another.

As long as I can pay my own way,

and you leave me alone.

You have a great voice.

And a great future too.

If you'd only realize your possibilities

and try to make something of them.

Say, I'm doin' all right.

I am what I am,

and I'm not gonna let you make me over

into something else just to fit your plans.

I guess I have been unreasonable,

only seeing my side of it.

But all this means so much to me.

This music, having my own band.

Whether we like it or not, we're together.

We couldn't have gotten

this job without you,

and you probably couldn't have

gotten it without us.

So doesn't it seem sensible that we should

try to meet each other halfway?

Well, it's all right with me.

Well, now! You see how easy it is.

Something tells me

I'm sticking my head in a noose.

Come on!

- Good afternoon, Miss Kirby.

- Good morning.

Good afternoon, Miss Kirby.

Good afternoon.

Oh, hello.

My, you look pretty.

Another new outfit?

Mm-hm.

But I think it's a little too loud.

It makes me feel like a stop sign.

I wonder if you realize how much

you've changed in the last few months?

What do you mean, "changed"?

Just because I pay more for my clothes

and let my hair go natural?

Well, that may be part of it.

Oh, you mean I'm getting to be a lady.

More refined and agreeable.

You're wrong. I'm just doing it

to save myself a lot of arguments.

Oh, sure.

You're the same stubborn witch.

You wear these good-looking clothes

just for business reasons.

It burns you up to get prettier every day.

It'd just about break your heart

if anybody told you you were

blossoming into the most beautiful,

- the most charming...

- Why, I'd call him a liar to his teeth.

What's that?

Just a little hit tune

I've been working on.

- You mean you wrote it yourself?

- Mm-hm.

- Do you like it?

- Like it?

- Why, it's great! It's got everything.

- Oh, take it easy.

No, on the level.

Imagine you having that in you.

Why, it'll make you famous.

I wrote it for you, Stella.

If it's any good, that's why.

Oh, thank you, Charlie.

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