White Christmas Page #7

- Be my guest.

Hey, if this keeps up, we'll practically

be in-laws before the dance is over.

Well, I don't mind, if you don't.

Yeah, it's too bad

we're leaving town tonight.

That is a shame,

but we're leaving tomorrow, anyway.

- Where are you going?

- Vermont.

- We're booked for the holidays.

- Vermont?

Vermont should be beautiful this time

of the year, with all that snow.

- Yeah... You know something?

- What?

Vermont should be beautiful

this time of year.

- All that snow.

- That's what I just said.

We seem to be getting a little mixed up.

- Maybe it's the music.

- Maybe it isn't only the music.

The best things happen

While you're dancing

Things that you would not do at home

Come naturally on the floor

For dancing soon becomes romancing

When you hold a girl in your arms

That you've never held before

Even guys with two left feet

Come out all right if the girl is sweet

If by chance their cheeks should meet

While dancing

Proving that the best things happen

While you dance

The best things

Happen while you're dancing

Things that you would not do at home

Come naturally on the floor

For dancing

Soon becomes romancing

When you hold a girl in your arms

That you've never held before

Even guys with two left feet

Come out all right if the girl is sweet

If by chance their cheeks should meet

While dancing

Just proving that the best things

Happen while you dance

What is this?

The best two out of three?

- I guess I got carried away.

- Yeah, she carried me right with her.

I don't weigh very much.

We'd better change for the last number.

- See you after the show.

- The sheriff's here.

He's in my office with a warrant

to arrest both of you.

- The sheriff?

- What's up? What's the trouble?

The landlord claims

we burnt a hole in the rug,

and he's trying to hold us up for $200.

No, not that old rug routine.

And on top of that,

we sneaked our bags out of our room.

- Where are they?

- In our dressing room.

Dressing room. Look, I'll tell you what.

You girls go and pack.

Bob and I'll take care of this.

No, no, no, no.

We don't want to cause you any trouble.

- It's no trouble, honey.

- I know, but Mr. Wallace already...

Will you stop worrying

about Mr. Wallace?

We like to take care of our friends.

- We're practically strangers.

- We'd like to take care of that, too.

But you might get yourself

in an awful jam. Why should you?

- I mean, what's in it for you?

- Forty-five minutes all to myself.

- What?

- Now, come on. Will you hurry, girls?

Come on. Come on. Go on. You go back

to the office and stall the sheriff.

- But, Mr. Davis, how will I stall...

- Make up a story. Tell him anything.

Tell him the girls have

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