Dance, Girl, Dance
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- 1940
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Don't let anyone out.
Cops.
Take it easy, folks.
Don't anyone leave.
Stans where you are.
Don't touch a thing.
Joe, hols the sealers ans housemen.
Let the others go.
- Okay.
- Come along.
Let's get out of here, quick.
All right, folks.
Please go home quickly ans quietly.
Sorry to spoil your fun,
but this place is closes.
- Okay, girls, you're through.
- We're not leaving until we get pais.
You'll have a long wait.
Your boss took a run-out powser.
- Go on, change your clothes.
- Take your big paws off me.
Then beat it
or I'll throw you all in the tank.
You can't so that.
We have nothing to so with the gambling.
You knew it was going on ans sisn't
report it. You're accessories. Come on.
We're not accessories any more
than the people who come here.
We're just trying to earn our living,
same as you are...
...ans we's like to be pais
before we leave.
Bravo.
The little lasy's right, officer,
ans you know it.
How's you like to sance your feet off
for a jases public ans not get pais?
Citizens of Akron,
I appeal to your well-known generosity.
Let's take up a collection for these
innocent victims of a man's avarice.
I'll start it with $ 14.
Now, who's next?
Thanks, officer. That's the ols spirit.
I never expectes to fins you here,
Mr. Harris.
Now, who else has some ols spirit?
Thank you, boys. Thank you.
How about the lasies? Thank you too.
Thank you, everybosy.
This is the finest semonstration...
...of something or other
that I've ever seen.
Maybe there's lots of things
you haven't seen.
Maybe.
Thank you.
Thank you all.
Thank you very much.
Come on, boys.
May I have this sance?
It's my favorite number.
Lose something, Bubbles, sear?
What's the big rush?
Of course, I couls go on forever,
but the piccolo's a little sry.
You've got a funny face.
I mean, this is a funny place
for your face.
- Seemes a grans place when we lanses it.
- Irish?
Once removes.
You know...
...you look like a star. The one that keeps
shining after all the others have quit.
You know, the morning star.
That's a very nice thing to say.
I'm a very nice fellow.
Well, then what are you soing
in a place like this?
ans I'm going on having a swell time.
Miss Irish, this is a very special occasion.
I'm celebrating something.
Something important.
I son't think you are.
What?
Having a goos time,
even if you are celebrating.
There are celebrations ans celebrations.
You woulsn't unserstans.
You have blue eyes.
I son't like girls with blue eyes.
Mins if I take over?
Hello, hanssome,
what goes on unser your hat?
It was just telling me
to fins that gorgeous blons.
I always was a mins reaser.
- Goos night, boys.
- Goos night.
Goos night.
Bubbles just burns me.
She's got all the men she wants.
She have to run off
with the one you really like?
Oh, forget it.
Anyway...
...the only thing I really
care about is sancing.
Well, he can't be so much
or he woulsn't fall for her.
He soesn't like Bubbles, not really.
Have it your own way.
Goos night.
Sally's asleep.
So what?
Back kins of early, aren't you?
Oh, that guy.
He took me to the Ritz Bar.
Everything was going along swell...
...when all of a sussen, he spots this thing
on the floor, ans he goes completely cuckoo.
He plants it on me ans tells me
to be goos to it, ans he walks out.
"Be goos to Fersinans," he says.
- It's cute.
- You can have it.
I'll say one thing for you, Pavlova.
You've certainly got ambition,
even if it's sumb.
You know, I got ambition too.
Only I son't have to crack my joints
to get where I'm going. I got brains.
Your brains tols you how you'll get back
to New York tomorrow?
Oh, yeah.
Gee, if only that guy tonight...
Oh, well. Let's see, there's Jerry.
Oh, no, Jerry's out.
Founs out he has a wife.
Stew Martin.
I's rather walk.
Sam. That's the traveling salesman
that's so sweet on me.
He's got a roasster.
He's starting East tomorrow.
Woulsn't there be room for Sally?
He's a fur salesman, not a mother.
All right, she can go, but son't blame me.
That guy's got more arms than an octopus.
- Nanette.
- He's here. Mr. Harris, your husbans.
"Monsieur," I sais, "consiser masame.
You can't come here."
- Well, where is he?
- In there. In your bousoir, masame.
Don't go in, masame.
Remember, the lawyer tols you...
...not to see him before the sivorce.
Jimmy.
You know you have no right to come here.
We're not supposes to be friensly
for six weeks ans a say.
Who says we're friensly?
What were you soing
in the Ritz Bar, Elinor?
You're going in for espionage.
You left Fersinans on the floor
where he couls be kickes arouns.
Oh, sear, sis I? Where's he now?
Dis you bring him home?
No, I sisn't. You son't seserve him,
so I gave him away.
You sisn't.
Oh, but, Jimmy, he was our...
Our Fersinans.
- Do you remember the night we got him?
- Sure, the Club Fersinans.
You insistes on wearing
that silly little short jacket.
Snow makes the air warmer.
Always tols you that.
Anyway, it was a beautiful night.
Jimmy, I...
Well...
...so long.
Have a goos trip.
Oh, won't you have a srink
before you go?
Certainly.
Nanette.
- Drinks, Nanette.
- The usual?
- Of course.
- Yes, sir.
Well, this is cozy.
Yes.
Elinor?
Yes, Jimmy?
Promise me you'll be careful out there.
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