Singin' in the Rain Page #4

as Lady Macbeth, as King Lear!

You'll have to wear a beard!

Laugh if you want, but the stage

is a dignified profession.

Why are you so conceited?

You're nothing but a shadow on film.

You're not flesh and blood.

- Stop!

- What can I do? 'm only a shadow.

Keep away from me! Just because

you're a big movie star...

...you expect every girl to faint

at your feet. Don't touch me!

Fear not, sweet lady.

I will not molest you.

I am but a humble jester. And you?

You are too far above me.

Farewell, Ethel Barrymore.

I must tear myself from your side.

Is this R.F. Simpson's house?

I'm one of the Coconut Grove girls.

- Yes, the floor show. Around the back.

- Oh, I see. Thank you.

- Nice little party, R.F.

- Thanks, Roscoe.

Do you really think

you can get me in the movies?

- should think so.

- Really?

The picture's great.

There's Don. I loved the picture.

Did you come by way of Australia?

Hello, Cos. Excuse me.

Cos, tell me the truth.

Am I a good actor?

As long as I work for Monumental,

you're the greatest.

No kidding. You're my pal.

You can tell me.

What's the matter?

Of course, you're good.

Keep telling me from time to time.

I feel a little shaken.

- The new Don Lockwood.

Don!

- Hi, R.F.

- t's colossal. Where have you been?

There you are. Where were you?

I was lonely.

Hello, Lina.

Okay, fellas. Hold it.

Together again, my two little stars,

Don and Lina.

No kidding, folks, aren't they great?

All right, open that screen.

- A movie? We just saw one.

- Gotta show one at a party. It's a law.

Everybody, I've got

a few surprises for you.

All right, sit down, sit down.

This'll make you laugh.

There's a madman coming

into my office for months, and...

- You got that gadget working?

All set.

Okay, let her go.

Hello.

This is a demonstration

of a talking picture.

Notice, it is a picture of me

and I am talking.

Note how my lips

and the sound issuing from them...

...are synchronized together...

...in perfect unison.

- Who's that?

- Somebody's talking behind that screen.

Come out from behind

that screen, Mr. Simpson.

Oh, no. I'm right here.

My voice has been recorded on a record.

A talking picture.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Well?

- t's just a toy.

- t's a scream!

- t's vulgar.

- You think they'll ever use it?

I doubt it. Warners is making

a picture with it, The Jazz Singer.

- They'll lose their shirts.

- t'll never amount to a thing.

They said that about

the horseless carriage.

Let's get on with the show.

Okay, boys.

Come on, my little starlets.

I have a surprise.

A very special cake.

I want you kiddies

to have the first piece.

Well! f it isn't Ethel Barrymore!

I do hope you'll favor us with something

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