The Belle of New York Page #3

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But you've already... Here.

- I'll take one, please.

- One for me.

- Bless you, brother.

- And me.

I'd like one, please.

What are you trying to do?

I wanna be saved by you and for you.

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

- I am, I am an awful sinner.

Coming down here in your fancy clothes.

Why don't you go back where you belong

and stop bothering us?

Bless you, brother.

- Beat it.

- Oh, wait, don't go.

- Let him have it.

- She ain't going. You are.

- Go back where you belong.

- Uptown swell.

- Beat it.

- Now, wait a minute, fellows.

- Now, wait a minute.

- Come on, let's go.

Are you hurt?

I'm numb.

Can you stand up?

I seem to be weak in the knees.

Oh, dear.

Your eyes are dazed and hazy.

- And blue.

- And blu...

There's nothing wrong with you.

Yes, there is, I'm in love.

Love?

You probably don't know about love.

Well, I certainly know it isn't

being numb, weak in the knees.

What is it?

Well, love is an emotion that's alive...

...exciting, vibrant.

You feel like a billowy cloud.

And you walk on air.

And good night.

And you walk on air.

And you walk on air.

And you walk on air.

Seeing's believing

And when I see you

I reali2e what an angel I found

I never thought I would see the day

When miracles occurred

And though the best of authorities

May not believe a word

Kissing's believing

And when I kiss you

I feel as though

We were miles off the ground

Never knew that dreams came true

But miraculously they do

Seeing's believing with you

Seeing's believing

And when I see you

I reali2e what an angel I found

I never thought I would see the day

When miracles occurred

- Dixie, would I lie to you?

- Ring that bell.

There's nobody at home.

I'll find out.

Nobody at home, huh?

- Did you shoot, mum?

- The shooting's just beginning around here.

My nephew is not here, Miss McCoy.

- Oh, you know me then, huh?

- From your picture.

- Last night you were hanging on the wall.

- Mrs. Hill...

Now put that gun away

or you'll be hanging my trophy room.

Come back here.

Well, you'd be upset, too.

if your heart was broken.

Oh, Charles, how could you hurt

and humiliate me so when...

Then expect me to just up and forget it

with a little old big-cash settlement.

Oh, Charles.

This isn't gonna be easy.

That I guarantee.

In which case, I will plaster the name of

Hill in every newspaper in this country.

I'll tell my story from the hippodrome

twice daily.

How much?

Ten thousand dollars.

Blackmail.

Maybe this will teach your nephew

not to toy with my little old heart.

When I get my hands

on that young man...

...I'm gonna toy with

his little old head.

- Female bandit. Here.

- Thank you.

I'll bet this is more

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