Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #7

Okay.

Then I'll be right behind you

'Cause let me remind you

That I'm going shopping with you

In the basement

I'm going shopping with you

Well, here we are. Where do we go first?

There!

- Would you like these?

- Would you like to try them on?

- Would you like to take a walk?

- You step in, I'll step out.

- How do you like them?

- They're all right, but I like you better.

- How much are those mules?

- $22.

I'll bet your mother would

get a kick out of them.

Joke. Yes.

Mademoiselle, that brings out

all the charm in your personality.

I hope I can do as well.

L 'Air Stade, mademoiselle.

We blend it especially for the blond type.

- Like it?

- Ought to be great with ginger ale.

A real bargain, miss, for only $12,000.

- I'll take it.

- Fine. Is there anything else?

Yes, some smelling salts for her old...

Her mother.

Hey, what is this? A shortwave set?

- No, permanent.

- Oh, yes.

Lots of shoes and stockings

And plenty of new chapeaux

That's what I could go for

For the cute little baby

Inside those clothes

Behold the finished product!

Behold a dream come true!

But I feel apprehensive

It might be expensive

To always go shopping with

That's Mother

Good evening.

Well?

I distinctly remember telling you

never to serve that man again.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lamson,

but he walked into the dining room...

Stupid! That's what you are, stupid.

For my horse.

Mr. Nicoleff, this must stop! I can't permit

you to charge any more meals.

- Either you pay when you are served...

- Silence!

- What?

- I said, silence!

No more silly chatter from you.

Nicoleff is not satisfied with the food.

Well, really?

Do you call this muck caviar? Taste it!

I order vintage champagne. What do I get?

Vinegar filled with gas. Taste it!

Am I or am I not paying

for first-class service?

That's just it, Mr. Nicoleff.

- You are not paying.

- And I am not getting service.

The orchestra. Why is it not playing?

How do you expect the soul of Nicoleff

to expand without music?

Now, let us discuss this matter calmly.

Nicoleff is always calm.

Calm, but indignant.

Why? Why do you write me such letters?

Why do you insult a man of my caliber?

That's no reason to be insulted

just because I ask you to pay...

a week in advance.

You, a common hotel manager, asks me...

Nicolai Nicoleff,

to pay a hotel bill in advance!

We are both men of the world. You know

I know you never paid a bill in your life.

I leave. I pack. Not one more minute

will I spend in this fourth-rate hotel!

If you'll just be calm, we might arrange

something about your bill.

What did you say about the bill?

I would like to remain.

This place is very good for my liver.

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