Bye Bye Birdie Page #4

Now, you've always worried

about repaying your mother, right?

Well, from now on,

she'll be set for life.

She can sit around on her big fat trust

fund. We'll have our own little house...

I don't care what Sullivan pays you.

No woman is supporting Albert Peterson.

- You're not listening, darling.

- I am not a gigolo.

Will you get to that piano

and start composing?

- Mary, I want Kim McAfee, Ohio.

- I'm through composing.

I was always through,

but now I know it.

That's right. You're a biochemist,

but this is one song you can sell.

- Huh?

- Okay, call me back.

- As I was saying, huh?

- Gee, you're slow today.

Now, you are going to write

a song called "One Last Kiss."

Is this Albert's floor

or is it the one below?

"One Last Kiss." Now.

Oh, one last kiss

There never was such bliss

I love your dentifrice

- A little too clinical, I think.

- Yeah, you're right, honey. Let's see.

Mama? She's never been to the office

since she discovered canasta.

Well, now's the perfect time

to tell her about dissolving Almaelou.

Yeah.

- And about us.

- Yeah.

Sonny!

- Mama!

- Baby!

What a nice surprise, and you're

just in time for some wonderful news.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing, son.

I just fainted in the subway.

That's all.

But I didn't tall down.

It was too crowded.

- I keep tellin' ya, take a taxi.

- Taxis?

Taxis are for my successful son.

A dirty crowded subway

is good enough for a mother.

Mother's nothin' nowadays.

- Who's that?

- Mommy, you know Rose DeLeon.

- And guess what.

- This is that pretty Rose DeLeon?

Oh, I don't believe it.

Rose, what happened to ya?

You had a fatal sickness

or somethin'?

It's nice to see you again.

Always on the job.

She's a credit to the firm.

Look at her, son.

I wonder some older man

hasn't snatched her away.

Personable matron.

- Speaking ot marriage.

- A wonderful institution.

Your poor father and I...

That was a marriage.

May he rest in peace.

Don't worry, Lou.

- Our only child is taking care of me.

- Tell her.

He'd never do anything to break

my heart. What about marriage?

It it was good enough

for you and Papa, it's good enough...

In time. You're just a baby.

Hello. Yes, Operator.

I'll hold on.

And another thing, Mama,

I'm thinking of dissolving Almaelou.

Wait, Lou. I'm comin'.

I'll be right up there.

We can play canasta again.

Mama? Mama, forget it.

I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

- Good-bye, sonny.

Take care of yourself.

Think of me on Mother's Day.

- Good-bye, Rosie.

- Good-bye, Mae.

Call me Mrs. Peterson.

Wear your rubbers.

That's right, Operator.

Miss Kim McAfee.

I'll tell her, Rosie, tonight.

It's entirely up to you, Albert.

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