Alexander's Ragtime Band Page #5

I'd love to sing it.

Has, uh... His Highness heard it yet?

Nobody's heard it... but you.

Well, say, this is too good to keep.

- Come on.

- Wait a minute.

Stella.

Oh, come on.

What would the waiters think?

All right, fellas. Let's try

that introduction now without the brass.

Alec! Alec, look. Charlie's just

written a swell new song for me.

What? Holding out on me, huh?

Oh, it's nothing. Probably won't

sell more than two million copies.

- Well, let's hear it.

- All right.

- Late again, huh?

- Who, me? I was on the ferryboat...

Now listen to me.

And this goes for all of you.

When I say 2:
00, I mean 2:00.

These rehearsals are just twice

as important as any performance.

We may be tops in this town,

but we haven't even started yet.

Now, if you fellas wanna stick with me,

try to get somewhere, like New York,

you're going to have to work.

Now, come on, let's snap into it.

Don't forget that this is an opening night.

You've gotta be better than just good.

Cut that.

Go ahead, Charlie.

Start over again

from the beginning, Charlie.

Louie.

Bill.

Take the melody.

You take the counterpoint.

All right, fellas. Let's fake it

till we get our orchestrations.

Take over for me, Charlie.

Imagine, you and me like this.

Imagine.

- What happened?

- Don't ask me.

The roof fell in on us.

The minute I started

to sing that song...

The whole world stopped for me.

I'm afraid I even forgot to take a bow.

Let me look at you...

for the first time.

That's for tonight.

And that's for all the times

I've wanted to break your neck.

And that's for all the times

I've wanted to slap your ears down.

Do you suppose we've been in love

with each other all this time?

Me? In love with that awful person with

the platinum hair and the loud mouth?

Heaven forbid!

Say, you were no Christmas package

yourself, you know.

Oh, darling.

Don't you understand?

I'm an artist.

- Like Pygmalion.

- Like who?

Oh, just a Greek who took a hunk of marble

and molded it and polished it

into a beautiful woman.

Then fell in love with her.

Then you mean that you've just

fallen in love with your... with your...

- Handiwork.

- Oh, that isn't so.

You loved me

from the first day you saw me.

Platinum hair, loud mouth and everything.

I guess you're right.

This is the real thing, isn't it?

It's the realest thing

that ever happened to me.

- Don't say a word.

- What?

- Hello, Charlie.

- Don't apologize, don't explain.

I know all about it.

I was there when it happened.

I pour out my heart

in a song to some dame.

She takes the song

and pours out her heart to the boss.

Well, I told you it was a good song.

If you hadn't written it,

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