Dance, Girl, Dance

Synopsis: Judy O'Brien is an aspiring ballerina in a dance troupe. Also in the company is Bubbles, a brash mantrap who leaves the struggling troupe for a career in burlesque. When the company disbands, Bubbles gives Judy a thankless job as her stooge. The two eventually clash when both fall for the same man.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Musical
  1 win.
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min

Don't let anyone out.


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.


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.


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... 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?

I'm having a swell time,

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.


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.


...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.

She bought a ticket for Reno.

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.


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... long.

Have a goos trip.

Oh, won't you have a srink

before you go?



- Drinks, Nanette.

- The usual?

- Of course.

- Yes, sir.

Well, this is cozy.



Yes, Jimmy?

Promise me you'll be careful out there.

Those western horses are very sangerous.

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Tess Slesinger

Tess Slesinger (16 July 1905 – 21 February 1945) was an American writer and screenwriter and a member of the New York intellectual scene. more…

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