The Barkleys of Broadway Page #4

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- You're a song and dance girl.

- That's all you ever allowed me to do.

- What?

- That's all you ever allowed me to do.

"Allowed you"? Why, you couldn't walk

across the stage without me.

There isn't a gesture you do

that I didn't teach you.

That's a lie!

It took a lot of patience

to put you where you are.

- Patience?

- I worked. I pulled things out of you.

- I think that's going...

- I molded you like...

- Oh, sure.

- Like Svengali did Trilby.

- Svengali?

- Yeah, the guy with the beard, that's me.

- Why, you cheap...

- Go ahead. Throw it.

Thank you, and good night.

- Blood!

- Blood?

- Blood? Darling, what have I done?

- Nothing. It's just concussion, that's all.

- Darling, no. What have I done?

- I don't know.

Please come in here, let me fix it.

I'll put water on it.

- Looks like a fractured skull.

- Let me fix it for you. You have a hanky?

What with walking pneumonia

and concussion...

a fine performance

I'll give tomorrow night.

I'm so sorry. I'm so...

- Oh, it's stopped bleeding.

- It has?

- Yes. You're going to be all right.

- I am?

Dearest, I'm horrible! I'm just horrible!

I know what let's do.

Come on. Now, hit me!

- In cold blood?

- Well, come on. I deserve It.

You look so brave

and you didn't even ask to be blindfolded.

- I just can't.

- I insist upon being punished.

All right. You asked for it.

- Thank you, darling.

- Thank you.

- I love you.

- I love you, too, baby.

I know what let's do.

Let's go downstairs...

- and fix some scrambled eggs and toast.

- I'm not hungry.

- But we didn't eat at the party.

- Sure. You were so busy, I was...

- Now, now...

- I'm sorry.

I'll go get your robe.

You must keep nice and warm.

We'll turn on the heat downstairs.

Hey, let's light the fire.

Here you are, darling.

Oh, you shouldn't smoke.

It isn't good for your cold.

I have a confession to make.

I haven't got a cold.

I know it.

All that I know

Is you'd be hard to replace

Where else in all the world

Such loveliness and such grace?

The poet often chanted

The love he found divine

But never was he granted

A lady-love like mine

Deep down, deep down inside

My secret heart knows

The more that I'm with you

The more and more my rapture grows

Without you at my side

I fear

No future could I face

For you'd be

Oh, so hard to replace

Hello, Ezra.

For the producer of a hit show,

you look awful sad. What's up, Bert?

- I'm worried, Ezra. Just sit down.

- What about? The show closing in 1953?

I'm worried about Josh and Dinah.

They haven't had a fight

since the show opened.

They've got a peace pact.

That's just it.

This tension is too much for me.

All this calm, all this lovey-dovey.

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