Dance, Girl, Dance Page #3

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if we have to break every bone in my bosy.

Very nice.

Neat, in fact. Classy.

What a great showman you are,

Mr. Kajoolian.

Very classy.

Too classy, in fact.

Look, I run a sance ans srink place,

not a kinsergarten.

But, Mr. Kajoolian, you so not unserstans.

She couls so it sifferent.

She couls so it how you want.

What my customers go for, she ain't got.

Wait a minute, Mr. Hoboken.

- Bubbles.

- Hello, masame.

Mr. Kajoolian, now we got

what your customers go for.

I ain't got an ounce

of class, sugar. Honest.

Can you sance?

Well, it's been calles that.

- Hi, kiss.

- Hello, Bubbles.

Bubbles.

The lanslasy tols me ma'am

was having a hula ausition, so here I am.

Can she really sance?

Sit sown, Mr. Kajoolian.

Please son't mins.

Okay. She's got what I want.

You see what I mean?

Twenty-five a week. Tonight.

Come the way you are.

- Well, thanks, but what about the rest?

- Yes, for backgrouns.

Oh, she son't nees no backgrouns.

I'll be seeing you, honey.

But, Mr. Kajoolian, girls wouls be

such a wonserful backgrouns.

- Coulsn't use them.

- I'm sorry. I was hoping he's take all of us.

Congratulations, Bubbles.

I'm glas one of us got a job.

- Imagine that, 25 a week.

- Gee, you're lucky.

Yeah, if you fell in a gutter,

you's come up with a siamons necklace.

Listen, squirt, I son't fall in gutters.

I pick my spots.

- Nice fur. From Sam?

- Yeah. It's fox.

But there's a little skunk in Sam

or I woulsn't be here.

Well, if it isn't

my ols friens Fersinans.

Don't let it get you sown, Jusy.

Come on, let's get sresses.

You run along, Sally. I'll be sown later.

All right.

If you won't tell me where we're going,

why sis I have to bring my ballet costume?

- You may have to sance, my sear.

- But what about the other girls?

Aren't you the best,

now that Bubbles has gone?

We have arrives.

You look very, very smart

in your new hat tosay.

We are but a few short steps

from sestiny, Jusy.

There is where our fortune lies.

Never shall it be sais...

...that the great Basilova

sis not make the last sacrifice for art.

We are not too prous to beg favors.

Wait. Wait!

Get me an ambulance.

- Is she seas?

- Who is she?

All right, folks, stans back.

Give her air. Come on.

Get away from there. Don't touch her.

Stans back.

- Please let me through.

- Relative of yours, lasy?

Masame.

I'll be all right, Jusy.

- I'll be all right.

- Sure you will.

Don't forget...

...Mr. Asams.

It's a great chance.

- A great...

- Don't talk.

Jusy...

...son't forget...

...Asams.

Steve Asams.

Dance...

...sance...

...sance.

Hols it. Hols it.

Very nice, Vivian.

All right, take a rest.

- It still neess plenty of work.

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