Anchors Aweigh Page #4
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1945
- 140 min
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the baby's all yours.
Joe. Hey, Joe!
You can't leave me here,
- You promised me.
- You promised you'd talk to Aunt Susie.
If you don't help me, what will I do?
What will become of me?
Okay. Okay.
Who's he calling?
A girl.
Lola, baby.
Forgotten you?
Oh, honey.
With the picture of you
I've got in my mind?
Why, even across the phone,
I can see every...
Look, let me tell you what happened.
- I found a kid that was lost.
- Joe, I wasn't lost.
So I had to take him home.
I won't be long.
As long as I get there?
Oh, honey, you know I'll get there.
Look, we better talk
about that later, huh?
- Yeah, goodbye.
- What are you going to talk about later?
Things, sailor. Things.
You'll understand when you get older.
- Everybody keeps saying that to me.
- Yeah, they used to say that to me too.
Well, did you understand
when you got older?
Nope.
I wonder what could be keeping
that Aunt Susie.
What can an old lady
be doing out this late?
Susan, don't you wish
that you were up there?
I've never heard his voice sound so
beautiful. There's something about him.
He always gets so much from a singer.
I'd give anything to work with him.
Cut it! Print that.
Okay, children, you go home now
and thanks very much for the day.
No callback.
Good night.
- Mr. Iturbi, I...
- Good night, Susie.
Good night, Tom. I...
- How's that for camera?
- Right on the nose.
Tell me, Bill, when are we going
to shoot the boogie-woogie?
- Good night. Thanks a lot.
- Good night, dear.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Hi, Aunt Susie.
Well, what got you home so early,
your feet give out?
- What?
- Dames like you kill me.
Don't you ever think of anybody
but yourself?
Leaving the little kid alone while you're
out chasing around, having a big time.
Would you mind telling me
just who you are
and what you're doing here?
I'm a guy the police called
when they picked this kid up
wandering around the boulevard,
that's all.
That wouldn't interest you,
so if you step aside, lady...
- Well, just a moment. I don't...
- Don't apologize.
Just clear the deck.
Come on, Brooklyn.
But I...
- Bye.
- Aunt Susie.
- But, Aunt Susie...
- Joe. Hey, Joe. Listen, the kid's crying.
Well, if I had to live
with a dame like that, I'd cry too.
I thought she was sort of nice.
A dame that leaves a kid
alone that way ain't nice.
Wait a minute, please.
You didn't give me a chance.
- Okay, okay.
It was all a mistake, and you're sorry.
But my pal and I got plans
for the night.
- We'd like to get going.
- I haven't got a thing to do.
Well, I thought, if you didn't mind,
that you could come back for a while.
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