Babes on Broadway Page #4

- Yeah, no question.

And I wouldn't worry

about three tired little words.

You have talent.

Why, you're steaming with it.

It's coming out all over you.

And don't say you can't act,

because you can act.

You're not unhappy,

you're only making yourself believe you are.

And that's acting.

And that's why it's wonderful.

You mean I don't really feel badly at all?

Oh, of course, you do.

Of course, you do. Excuse me.

But those are 14-karat tears

and you don't wanna waste them...

...because someday, they'll come in awfully

handy at the curtain of the second act.

But don't you have to feel better

to be able...?

Sure you do,

but you don't want to let them touch you.

Why, I'll bet right at this minute

you have more talent than Katharine Cornell.

I'll bet at this minute

I've got more talent than Barrymore.

That's what you've got

to keep dreaming and thinking.

And when things get so bad

that you just wanna holler murder...

...that's when you sell yourself

a bill of goods.

And if you can do it then,

you can sell anybody.

I guess I'm getting to be

quite a speechmaker.

You know,

you don't talk like an actor at all.

Oh, but I act like one.

You're through with that?

- Oh, yeah, here.

- Thanks.

Well, now that I've straightened

your life out, what's your name?

- Penny.

- Penny, just like that?

- No puns.

- All right, one-cent.

- Where do you live?

- I live down that way.

- Would a nickel swing it?

- No, but two might.

All right, I'm declaring myself a partner.

- Come on.

- All right.

- Hey, where you going?

- I'm gonna fly this little sparrow home.

Well, stay out of the stratosphere,

Cock Robin. We've got an act to rehearse.

- You live far from the subway?

- I practically live in it.

- Hiya, Mary.

- Hello, Penny.

- Hello, Johnny. How's your mother?

- Much better.

- Thanks for the cake.

- Okay.

Well, here we are.

- How are you on steps?

- Terrific.

Hello, Papa. Papa.

Oh, hello, dear. Oh, hello, hello.

- Papa, this is Mr. Williams.

- How do you do?

- How do you do? I hope we didn't interrupt.

- No, not at all.

Barbara Jo is late again.

Penny, if she comes,

you tell her she's a bad girl.

You know, every time I have an orchestra

rehearsal for those children, why, I'm late.

- Goodbye, young man. Glad to know you.

- Bye-bye, sir.

- Oh, my.

- I hope I didn't drive him out.

He was just afraid I was gonna ask him

if he collected from Mrs. Mulligan.

He just won't ask for money.

Boy, I'll bet this piano has played

a lot of empty stomach music.

Yeah. Would you like a piece of cake?

- Cake? Did you bake it?

- No, but I bought it.

- Oh, bring it on then.

- All right.

Where's Papa Morris? I'm late.

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