Gold Diggers of 1935

Now then, let me see.

Mr. Martin, is everyone here?

I believe so.

- Well, don't believe, be sure.

- Yes, sir.

- Bellboys?

- Here.

- Chefs?

- Here.

- Chambermaids?

- Here.

- Elevator boys?

- Here.

- Porters?

- Here.

- Floor managers?

- Here.

- Bartenders?

- Here.

- Telephone operators?

- Here.

Yes, sir, the entire staff is assembled.

Ladies and gentlemen,

as such I address you...

as the employees of this great hotel.

Our brief summer season

will start tomorrow.

You are here

to serve the most exacting clientele...

of any hotel in America.

In the world.

The Wentworth Plaza, as you know...

caters only to the most exclusive

and the wealthiest guests.

You are the temporary servants...

of those who demand

the most of their servants...

and yet...

some of you receive no salaries.

That is because

I could never begin to pay you...

what you will earn in honorariums.

I mean tips.

Some managers,

knowing the size of these tips...

would require you to pay

for your positions.

But I...

I like to see each and every one of you

derive the full benefit...

of your enterprise.

Now, remember our credo:

The guest is always right.

Keep that firmly in your minds.

Even though he's wrong,

the guest is always right.

Because he pays.

That will be all, thank you.

Remember, guys,

whatever the guests give you, I get 50%.

And if you hold out on me,

I'll take the whole works...

and no crap games

unless I'm in it myself, because...

Last year, one of my waiters

received such big fees...

he now operates a hotel of his own.

But remember, I get my percentage...

and also remember...

You come in direct contact

with the guests.

I do not.

Therefore, I expect a certain payment

from you...

in return for your

remunerative privileges...

and don't forget...

All tips go in here...

and remember,

I have eyes in the back of my head.

I have the key.

The tips are split even...

except in special cases

when I take two-thirds.

I suppose if a guest insults me

he's considered right.

My dear, you've been with me

two seasons.

That's long enough to know that

a hotel hostess cannot be insulted.

I rely on your splendid discretion,

as always.

I sometimes wonder if my discretion

can hold up under the wear and tear.

Curtis, it's good to have you with us again.

Thanks, Mr. Lamson.

Oh, Martin, did you get

that Prentiss reservation?

- Yes, this morning, sir.

- Fine!

How are the studies?

Still at medical school?

Yes, sir, I expect to have

my degree in about another year.

That's too bad for me.

The medical profession may gain,

but I lose an A-number-one hotel clerk.

Oh, you're very kind, sir.

And I suppose when it's Dr. Curtis,

I shall be losing you, too?

Well...

Yes, sir. You see,

being Mrs. Curtis is really a full-time job.

Well...

congratulations.

Name the first one after me.

Paging Mr. Baker. Mr. Baker, please.

Paging Mr. Baker.

Boy.

Well, here we are. Come on, Mama.

Come on, Ann. Hurry up, now.

Wait a minute. I forgot my purse.

That's the Prentiss family.

The old gal's worth $10 million.

Just to show you my heart's in the right

place, I'll let you keep all she gives you.

- Gee! Thanks, boss.

- Wow!

- How do you do, Mrs. Prentiss?

- Oh, how do you do?

It's a pleasure to welcome you. I never

think our season is complete without you.

- Have you reserved the same suite for us?

- Of course.

Not at the same outrageous price, I trust?

The price is quite fair.

You people seem to think

that money grows on trees.

Yes, madam, that is...

we'll discuss it some other time.

I know you want to rest now.

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