Dancing Lady Page #2

I'm a chance of a lifetime, Janie.

You better take me up.

Oh boy, I won!

I'll stick to them 1,000 to 1 shots.

Sometimes they win.

I must say you're a pal.

Leaving me to get home from jail

on my own.

On your own? With that swell

Park Avenue juvenile bailing you out.

Why, you poor halfwit.

I sneaked off on purpose

just to give you a break.

You didn't stop to think I might have

to wrestle my way home, did you?

Oh, that's all right. Let him insult you.

Many a girl has cashed in

on a good, hearty insult.

Oh, I nearly forgot. He gave me a note.

Hope he signed his right name.

A $50.

"Don't say 'them things.'

"Don't say 'can it.' Don't say 'guy.'

"Don't buy shoes with ribbons on them.

"Don't forget, what's a striptease

on Second Avenue is art on Broadway.

"The $50 is to buy yourself a dress

without a zipper."

"Don't say 'can it."'

"Don't say 'guy."'

"Don't say 'them things."'

Why, that Park Avenue know-it-all.

"Don't buy shoes with ribbons on them."

Fresh egg! And don't...

And don't get so noble with the groceries.

There's enough in this to eat for a month.

Oh, all right.

Now I owe him $80.

Oh, how can you pal around with me

and still stay so dumb?

Say, what's the matter with them shoes?

These shoes.

Come on, baby, hit the hay.

The joint will be jammed tomorrow

and after our pinch tonight...

they'll expect us girls

to pull that zipper twice as fast.

I'm not going back to the joint.

I'm through with burlesque. I'm going up.

Up town and on my own.

Listen, hon, I've been up there

and I came down flat on my own.

Oh, can it.

Drop it.

Variety says Patch Gallagher

is putting on a new show.

What kind of a guy

is this Patch Gallagher, Rosie?

Compared to him

an elephant's hide is tissue paper.

But he sure knows his stuff.

I'm going to see him in the morning.

Yeah?

And I'm having breakfast

at the White House.

I'm going to work for Patch Gallagher.

You can dream better if you'll get to sleep.

I'm through dreaming.

I'm gonna start doing.

I'm going up where it's art.

Uptown.

I was never treated so disgracefully

in my life.

Don't lose your temper now.

And you all can tell that Mr. Gallagher...

that cotton will grow black

before I come to see him again, sir.

Where we all come from

gentlemen know how to speak to ladies.

- And you can tell him from me...

- Break it up.

You all go back

to the Mason-Dixon line, sugar.

What a wise agent you are.

Gallagher ain't tough enough.

You had to make him tougher.

Oh, I told you that Southern accent

would sound phony.

Now, wait a minute.

Listen, wait a minute, won't you?

Way up. Way up. Come on. That's it.

Now, back. Back, back.

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