Gold Diggers of 1933 Page #2

when you're talking to Barney.

They certainly know what they're doing...

when they dress

their hostesses in that drugstore.

- Well, you don't look bad.

- Now, take these papers...

get through the enemy's lines,

and ride like blazes.

- Taxi fare.

- Lots of luck, Carol.

Thanks.

Here we go, laughing and wondering.

Say, watch yourself in the clinches.

Don't forget that dress...

belongs to the drugstore.

I'd like to meet that druggist.

Now, the best comedian on Broadway

will proceed to make beds.

Well, I'm going to get a glass of milk.

In the shadows

let me come and sing to you

Let me dream a song that I can bring

To you

Take me in your arms

and let me cling to you

Let me linger long

Let me live my song

In the winter, let me bring the spring

To you

Let me feel that I mean everything

To you

Love's old song

Will be new

In the shadows, when I come and sing

To you

Dear

In the shadows

When I come and sing

To you

You can't turn these sheets anymore.

They've only got two sides.

Polly, will you quit mooning over

that good-for-nothing songwriter again?

- Now where's that going to get you?

- He's wonderful, Trixie.

- Honey, he's a songwriter.

- So is Irving Berlin.

- What's wrong about being a songwriter?

- How long have you known him?

Two weeks?

What do you know about him?

I knew everything I wanted to know

the minute I met him.

- Maybe it's Carol.

- Oh.

Hello.

It's true, it's really true.

He's putting on a show.

It's true. Barney's putting on a show.

We're coming right up to the apartment.

Be there in 10 minutes.

Phone all the girls.

Phone Fay and Ruth and Mary and Gwen.

Phone them all. Tell them to come

right up to the apartment.

- He hasn't cast yet, no.

- Hurry and don't lose him.

- They're coming up.

- Who?

Barney and Carol. Phone Fay.

Phone all the girls. We're all set.

No, you phone them.

I've got to dig up the old sex appeal.

The way I feel this morning

I'll need a steam shovel.

Half a mile, four, eight...

Step on it, Polly.

They ought to be here any minute now.

Almost ready.

Gosh, to think that we're going to have

real jobs again, earn money.

Yeah, and I've been

off the gold standard so long.

It's them.

- Come on in, Barney, and meet the girls.

- Hello, Mr. Hopkins.

- Howdy. Howdy.

- Hello, Mr. Hopkins.

I've seen that face before.

Well, if it isn't Barney.

Good old, smiling, big-hearted Barney.

- Barney, we hear you're putting on a show.

- Yes, I'm doing a show.

You sound more enthusiastic than usual.

Does that mean it's good?

You said it's good.

It's the finest thing I ever had.

Come on over here and sit down

and tell us all about it, Mr. Hopkins.

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