Thank Your Lucky Stars Page #3

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at the right time...

...we may be able to get

Dinah without Cantor.

- Do you understand?

- No.

- Pardon me.

- A fresh guy.

What's the matter with these?

There you are.

Let's have a little system here.

I know you want everybody's autograph,

so go from one star to another.

This way, please.

Oh, come on.

- Here you are, young man.

- Can we go home now, Uncle Eddie?

Yeah. Shh. Quiet.

Mr. Cantor, I feel you're one of the

greatest artists in the world today.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

- I'd feel complimented...

...if you'd honor me with your autograph.

- Yeah. Have you got a pen?

I'll be very happy indeed.

- It's for a little boy.

- That's all right.

Anything else I can do for you?

No, thanks. You've done enough already.

It's a pleasure, sir. Come in again.

Don't waste it, Tommy.

That all belongs to Eddie Cantor now.

- You got it.

- Got it?

Listen, when Barney Jackson tells you

he'll get you a contract, you get a contract.

Yippee! Oh-ho!

Careful. Careful. Careful.

That ink's still wet.

Barney, you're a great agent.

How much do I get?

- A hundred bucks a week.

- Hundred bucks?

Thanks, anyway, pal.

I guess that's all right for a start.

And my commission?

Sixty bucks in advance.

Oh, sure. Just wait till he hears me sing.

He'll tear up that contract,

give me twice the salary.

- He doesn't know what you're giving him.

- But he'll find out.

There's 60 bucks, right?

And there's your contract

and good luck, kid.

Thanks. When does he wanna see me?

Oh. You're supposed to report

to Cantor's house tomorrow.

- He's expecting you at 11:00.

- Okay.

No matter how big a star I get to be,

I'll never forget you for this.

- I know you won't.

- So long, Barney.

So long, kid.

Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson.

Oh, wait a minute.

Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson.

- Well, hello there, Pat.

- Hello.

I was upstairs in your office

and the furniture's gone, even the chairs.

What's going on around here?

I'm moving into a new suite of offices.

A gorgeous place, carpets,

the chairs that thick.

- I see. Well, what about "Moondust"?

- "Moondust"? "Moondust. "

Yes, that's my song, remember?

You guaranteed to get it published

in two weeks a month ago.

I bet you thought I forgot all about it.

Look, those things take a little time,

arrangements, copyrights.

I think I do.

- Give me back my $50, Mr. Jackson.

- Leave everything to me.

- Barney never let a client down.

- Listen here.

I might be from a small town, but I was

not the village idiot. I want my $50.

I'll give you a tip.

Show biz is all new to you.

- You're still green, a novice.

- Maybe.

You've got a lot to learn,

gotta have grace, poise, self-assurance.

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