Guys And Dolls Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Guys And Dolls Script


 

                   

When you see a guy

reach for stars in the sky



 

                   

You can bet that

he's doin' it for some doll



 

                   

When you spot a John

waiting out in the rain



 

                   

Chances are he's insane

as only a John can be for a Jane



 

                   

When you meet a gent

paying all kinds of rent



 

                   

For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal



 

                   

Call it sad, call it funny



 

                   

But it's better than even money that

the guy's only doin' it for some doll



 

                   

Your eyes are the eyes



  

                   

Of a woman in love



  

                   

And oh how they give you away



  

                   

Why try to deny



  

                   

You're a woman in love



  

                   

When I know very well



  

                   

What I say?



  

                   

I got the horse right here,

the name is Paul Revere



  

                   

And here's a guy that says

if the weather's clear



  

                   

Can do, can do



  

                   

This guy says the horse can do



  

                   

If he says the horse can do



  

                   

Can do, can do



  

                   

I'm pickin' Valentine

cos on the mornin' line



  

                   

The guy has got him

figured at five to nine



  

                   

But look at Epitaph,

he wins it by a half



  

                   

According to this here in the Telegraph



  

                   

For Paul Revere I'll bite,

I hear his foot's all right



  

                   

Of course it all depends

if it rained last night



  

                   

I know it's Valentine,

the morning works look fine



  

                   

You know, the jockey's

brother's a friend of mine



  

                   

And just a minute, boys

I got the feedbox noise



  

                   

It says the great-grandfather

was Equipoise



  

                   

I tell you Paul Revere,

now this is no bum steer



  

                   

It's from a handicapper

that's real sincere



  

                   

I'm pickin' Valentine

cos on the mornin' line



  

                   

The guy has got him

figured at five to nine



  

                   

So make it Epitaph,

he wins it by a half



  

                   

According to this here in the Telegraph



  

                   

-  Epitaph!

-  Valentine!



  

                   

Paul Revere!



  

                   

I got the horse



  

                   

Right here!



  

                   

Follow the fold and stray no more



  

                   

Stray no more, stray no more



  

                   

Put down the bottle

and we'll say no more



  

                   

-  Follow, follow the fold

-  Before you take another swallow



  

                   

Follow the fold and stray no more



  

                   

Stray no more, stray no more



  

                   

Tear up your poker deck

and play no more



  

                   

Follow, follow the fold



  

                   

Friends, my name is Sarah Brown.



  

                   

This is no place to make a speech

and I'm not gonna try.



  

                   

You don't wanna be told

how unhappy you are.



  

                   

You don't wanna be told

about the emptiness of your lives.



  

                   

You who drink too much,



  

                   

you who gamble at cards

and dice and horse racing.



  

                   

Let us help you not to lose your money

in gambling dens and bookie joints.



  

                   

- This doll has captured my attention.

- Let us give you strength to stop drinking.



  

                   

- She has lost me.

- Welcome to the Save-A-Soul Mission.



  

                   

- Just around the corner.

- Come to me.



  

                   

- You're gonna call me a liar.

- A special prayer meeting this Thursday.



  

                   

Because today I'm givin' away

solid gold watches for one dollar each.



  

                   

That's right, my friends.

A solid gold watch for one buck.



  

                   

Remember - all that glitters is not gold.



  

                   

More to be desired

are the judgments of heaven.



  

                   

- Gold is not enough.

- You say it's not enough?



  

                   

All right. Today only,

I include a nailbrush with a solid ivory top.



  

                   

Then, my friends, a built-in genuine

magnetic compass. There you are.



  

                   

When you brush your nails,

do you wonder where you're goin',



  

                   

north, east, south or west?



  

                   

Which way are you going?

Down, down, down, or up to salvation?



  

                   

Come to the mission and find out.

Absolutely free.



  

                   

Absolutely free. The nailbrush is

absolutely free. Don't crowd. Don't push.



  

                   

There's plenty of room for everybody.



  

                   

There's room for everybody

in the kingdom of heaven, too.



  

                   

Now, folks, I don't care

whether you buy it or not, because I'm...



  

                   

Let's pack up.



  

                   

Did you notice how this time a lot of 'em

stayed till halfway through your talk?



  

                   

If we could only sell them

salvation for a buck -



  

                   

solid gold, with an ivory top

and a built-in compass.



  

                   

Sarah, you don't suppose by any chance

those watches could really be solid gold?



  

                   

Uncle Arvide, don't you dare.



  

                   

A solid gold watch for one buck.



  

                   

Harry the Horse!



  

                   

Benny Southstreet! Since when

do ya yell out the name of a person



  

                   

- in the open air full of police?

- It was a friendly impulse. I lost my head.



  

                   

If I do not like you so much

this would now be a fact.



  

                   

- You know Nicely-Nicely Johnson?

- How goes everything?



  

                   

Nicely-nicely, thank you.



  

                   

I have been waitin'

to hear from Nathan Detroit.



  

                   

What will be the location

of his crap game?



  

                   

We don't know yet. Nathan's been lookin'

around, but he is very hard to please.



  

                   

Confidentially, Harry, the heat is on very

hot here, and it is making Nathan sweat.



  

                   

That's too bad. I would dislike

to take my trade elsewhere,



  

                   

but I am loaded and lookin' for action.



  

                   

I've just acquired      fish.



  

                   

    ?



  

                   

If it can be told, where did you

take on this fine bundle of lettuce?



  

                   

I have nothin' to hide.



  

                   

I collected the reward on my father.



   

                   

It is an advantage

to have a successful father.



   

                   

Nobody ever wanted my old man

for as much as    .



   

                   

I'm worried about Nathan.

Harry the Horse is not the only one.



   

                   

There's a lotta loose money around

and everybody's lookin' for some action.



   

                   

If Nathan doesn't find a place...



   

                   

Why, Lieutenant Brannigan!



   

                   

Mr Southstreet, it is Lieutenant Brannigan



   

                   

of the New York City Police Department.



   

                   

Have either of you seen Nathan Detroit?



   

                   

- Which Nathan Detroit is that?

- Your boss Nathan Detroit,



   

                   

the one who runs a floating crap game.



   

                   

- Floating?

- On a boat?



   

                   

One that moves to a different spot every

night so the police can't break it up.



   

                   

- Sounds like a very difficult thing to do.

- You should know.



   

                   

It's your job to rustle up the customers

and tell them where it is.



   

                   

Especially with a famous detective

putting on the heat.



   

                   

And you can give

just that message to Detroit.



   

                   

Brannigan says he's not going to find

a spot for his crap game



   

                   

because Brannigan's put on the heat



   

                   

and Brannigan's breathing

down everybody's neck.



   

                   

Nathan, you're lucky.

You just missed Brannigan.



   

                   

- I'm lucky. I missed Brannigan.

- He left a message. He said...



   

                   

I am not going to find a place

for my crap game



   

                   

because everybody knows

Brannigan has turned on the heat



   

                   

and is breathing down everybody's neck.



   

                   

That's what he said.



   

                   

You tried the regular places?

Won't they take a chance, seeing it's you?



   

                   

Seeing it's me, no.

Except one. Joey Biltmore's garage.



   

                   

Joey said he might take a chance...

for      bucks.



   

                   

-     ?

- In advance and in cash.



   

                   

- He would not even take my marker.

- This I do not believe.



   

                   

Joey Biltmore will not take your marker.



   

                   

You got no idea what a breath

this Brannigan has got.



   

                   

A marker's not just

a piece of paper saying:



   

                   

"I owe you     .

Signed, Nathan Detroit."



   

                   

A marker is the one pledge

which a guy cannot welsh on, never.



   

                   

It's like not saluting the flag.



   

                   

It does not seem possible.

Me without a livelihood.



   

                   

Why, I've been running the crap game

since I was a juvenile delinquent.



   

                   

But, Nathan, the situation is desperate.



   

                   

- You have got to think of something.

- My only thought costs      bucks.



   

                   

I cannot even afford to think.



   

                   

I'm broke. I'm so broke I couldn't even

buy a present for Adelaide today.



   

                   

Is it her birthday?



   

                   

It is mine and Adelaide's   th anniversary.



   

                   

We are engaged    years today.



   

                   

Concentrate on the game.



   

                   

The town is up to here with high players.

The Greek's in town.



   

                   

- Brandy Bottle Bates!

- I know, I know.



   

                   

I could make a fortune,

but to make a fortune I need a fortune.



   

                   

     bucks!



   

                   

Where do I get it?



   

                   

The Biltmore garage wants a grand



   

                   

But we ain't got a grand on hand



   

                   

And they now have a lock on the door



   

                   

To the gym at Public School   



   

                   

There's the stockroom

behind McClosky's Bar



   

                   

But Mrs McClosky ain't a good scout



   

                   

And things bein' how they are



   

                   

The back of the police station is out



   

                   

So the Biltmore garage is the spot



   

                   

But the      bucks we ain't got



   

                   

Why, it's good old reliable Nathan



   

                   

Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit



   

                   

If you're looking for action,

he'll furnish the spot



   

                   

Even when the heat is on,

it's never too hot



   

                   

Not for good old reliable Nathan



   

                   

For it's always just a short walk



   

                   

To the oldest-established permanent



   

                   

Floating crap game in New York



   

                   

There are well-heeled shooters

everywhere, everywhere



   

                   

There are well-heeled

shooters everywhere



   

                   

And an awful lot of lettuce



   

                   

For the fella who can get us there



   

                   

If we only had a lousy little grand



   

                   

We could be a millionaire



   

                   

Good old reliable Nathan



   

                   

Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit



   

                   

If the size of your bundle

you want to increase



   

                   

I'll arrange that you go broke

in quiet and peace



   

                   

In a hide-out provided by Nathan



   

                   

Where there are

no neighbours to squawk



   

                   

It's the oldest-established permanent



   

                   

Floating crap game in New York



   

                   

Where's the action?



   

                   

Where's the game?



   

                   

Gotta have the game

or we'll die from shame



   

                   

It's the oldest-established permanent



   

                   

Floating crap game in



   

                   

New York



   

                   

Gentlemen, I am deeply touched

by your faith and loyalty.



   

                   

Gentlemen, do not worry. Nathan Detroit's

crap game will float again.



   

                   

Nathan! Guess who's sittin' in Mindy's

right now, eatin' a steak breakfast.



   

                   

- Hitler.

- Wrong. Sky Masterson.



   

                   

Sky Masterson's in town. This should be

the greatest crap game of your career.



   

                   

- Where's it gonna be?

- City Hall. The mayor's office.



   

                   

- What time?

- We will leave you know, Angie.



   

                   

Sky Masterson, the highest player

of 'em all. What a spot I'm in.



   

                   

- Does he bet higher than the Greek?

- Why do you think they call him Sky?



   

                   

Once, with my own eyes,

I saw him bet      bucks



   

                   

that one raindrop'd beat

another raindrop down the window.



   

                   

Once he was sick

and would not take penicillin.



   

                   

He bet his fever would go to    .



   

                   

- Always makes crazy bets like that.

- Did he win?



   

                   

Him and his crazy bets.

He got lucky. It went to    .



   

                   

So why don't I bet him?



   

                   

Why don't I bet him

     bucks on somethin'?



   

                   

Max, what's the matter no Danish today?



   

                   

It's a holiday in Denmark. How do I know?



   

                   

- For years you been bringing me Danish.

- So we ain't got Danish today.



   

                   

I'm bringing you cheesecake.

You want strudel, I'll bring strudel.



   

                   

- I don't like strudel.

- So eat the cheesecake.



   

                   

Live it up a little!



   

                   

I do not understand you. Everyone's crazy

about Mindy's cheesecake and strudel.



   

                   

They must sell thousands

of portions every day.



   

                   

That's just it.

Everybody's on cheesecake and strudel.



   

                   

Makes me feel like

I'm playing the favourite.



   

                   

Playing the favourite...



   

                   

Nicely, Benny, go into the kitchen

and find out exactly how many pieces



   

                   

of cheesecake they sold yesterday -

also how many pieces of strudel.



   

                   

How much cheesecake?

How much strudel?



   

                   

What do you wanna know for?



   

                   

I'm investigatin' for the FBI. Go!



   

                   

Brannigan! Stop breathing down my neck.



   

                   

- Why, Nathan!

- Adelaide. Doll!



   

                   

Nathan, how could you think

I was Lieutenant Brannigan?



   

                   

We don't even use the same perfume.



   

                   

I was kinda daydreaming, I guess.



   

                   

I don't dream about detectives,

Nathan, even in the daytime.



   

                   

Do you know what I dream about? You.



   

                   

And your career as a businessman

in a normal business.



   

                   

And our career together

as a normal husband and wife.



   

                   

Gesundheit. Your cold does not seem

to be getting any better.



   

                   

It comes and goes, comes and goes.

It's just a chronic condition.



   

                   

Even if it is, it sure hangs on.



   

                   

Nathan... speaking of chronic conditions...



   

                   

Happy anniversary.



   

                   

Guess what's inside.



   

                   

-      bucks?

- I only wish it was.



   

                   

Go on. Open it up.



   

                   

"Mr Nathan Detroit. General Manager."



   

                   

- General manager of what?

- Whatever you set your mind on, Nathan.



   

                   

I have faith.



   

                   

Adelaide, I...



   

                   

I do not have a present for you.



   

                   

Oh, I don't mind, Nathan,

if you don't give me a present.



   

                   

It makes me feel like we were married.



   

                   

Nathan, darling, there isn't anything

I couldn't do without.



   

                   

Just as long as you don't start

running that crap game again.



   

                   

Crap game? Adelaide.

Didn't I promise you?



   

                   

-      cheesecake and      strudel.

- What?



   

                   

Yesterday Mindy sold

     cheesecake and      strudel.



   

                   

More strudel than cheesecake.

Are you sure?



   

                   

- Straight from the baker's mouth.

- What is this?



   

                   

Statistics. Things a businessman

has to have at his fingertips.



   

                   

- Any news?

- Not yet. I will leave you know.



   

                   

I'm gettin' impatient, Detroit.



   

                   

- And what was that about?

- His wife's havin' a baby.



   

                   

But why is he asking you?



   

                   

He's nervous. It's his first wife.



   

                   

I'm expecting a fellow

on important business.



   

                   

Suddenly I get a suspicion

you are trying to get rid of me.



   

                   

No, doll, no.

But this fella does big business.



   

                   

- Supermarket?

- Super, super.



   

                   

With him, business is business,

and dolls make him nervous.



   

                   

Besides, you're late for your rehearsal.

Take Adelaide to the Hot Box. In a cab.



   

                   

- It's only a few blocks.

- The streets are covered with tourists



   

                   

and I do not want you molested.



   

                   

Nathan, darling, you are the most

thoughtful man that ever lived.



   

                   

- But who's gonna pay for the cab?

- I am, of course.



   

                   

Sky Masterson.



   

                   

- Detroit.

- Can I believe my eyes? Is it you?



   

                   

- How goes your percentage of life?

- Not bad, not bad. And you?



   

                   

- Healthy at the moment.

- Sit for a minute. Relax. Talk.



   

                   

Or maybe you're in a hurry.



   

                   

My daddy always said there's only

one time a man should be in a hurry.



   

                   

When the cops are comin' up the stairs.



   

                   

How about a coffee?

Maybe a piece of cheesecake?



   

                   

Thanks. I'm pleased to hear

things go well with you, Nathan.



   

                   

From communiqués

received in Las Vegas,



   

                   

we understood that Brannigan

was corkin' up the town.



   

                   

Who worries about Brannigan?



   

                   

- How was Vegas?

- Paradise for two weeks.



   

                   

I gambled in green pastures,

the dice were my cousins



   

                   

and the dolls were agreeable

with nice teeth and no last names.



   

                   

You are sure I cannot offer you

cheesecake or strudel?



   

                   

No, thanks. I just ate.



   

                   

- How long you gonna be in town?

- Only tonight. Tomorrow I fly to Havana.



   

                   

Sky, don't think I am a pest,

but do yourself a favour -



   

                   

eat this last little bite of cheesecake.

You will thank me.



   

                   

Honestly, I couldn't swallow a mouthful.



   

                   

- How is Adelaide?

- Fine.



   

                   

I suppose one of these days

you'll get married.



   

                   

- We all gotta go sometime.

- But, Nathan, we can fight it.



   

                   

The companionship of a doll is pleasant

even for a period running into months.



   

                   

But for a close relationship

that can last through our life,



   

                   

no doll can take the place

of aces back to back.



   

                   

Still, you will admit that Mindy's

cheesecake is the greatest alive.



   

                   

Gladly. Furthermore,

I am quite partial to Mindy's cheesecake.



   

                   

And yet, although you might disagree,

many people prefer Mindy's strudel.



   

                   

Do you disagree?



   

                   

It is my understanding

that the Constitution



   

                   

allows everybody the free choice

between cheesecake and strudel.



   

                   

I would be interested to hear.



   

                   

Offhand, would you say that Mindy sells

more cheesecake or more strudel?



   

                   

Going strictly by my personal preference,

I'd say more cheesecake than strudel.



   

                   

For how much?



   

                   

- What?

- For how much?



   

                   

Why, Nathan! I never knew you

to lay money on the line.



   

                   

You always take your bite off the top.



   

                   

     bucks says that yesterday Mindy

sold more strudel than cheesecake.



   

                   

- Nathan, let me tell you a story.

- Have we got a bet?



   

                   

On the day I left home to make my way in

the world, my daddy took me to one side.



   

                   

"Son," my daddy says to me,



   

                   

"I am sorry I am not able

to bankroll you to a large start,



   

                   

but not having the necessary

lettuce to get you rolling,



   

                   

instead, I'm going to stake you

to some very valuable advice."



   

                   

"One of these days, a guy is going to

show you a brand-new deck of cards



   

                   

on which the seal is not yet broken."



   

                   

"Then this guy is going to offer to bet you

that he can make the jack of spades



   

                   

jump out of this brand-new deck

of cards and squirt cider in your ear."



   

                   

"But, son, you do not accept this bet

because, as sure as you stand there,



   

                   

you're going to wind up

with an ear full of cider."



   

                   

Now, Nathan, I do not suggest that you

have been clocking Mindy's cheesecake.



   

                   

- Would I do such a thing?

- However, if you are looking for action,



   

                   

I will bet you the same      that you

cannot name the colour tie you have on.



   

                   

Have we got a bet?



   

                   

No bet.



   

                   

Polka dots. In the whole world,

nobody but Nathan Detroit



   

                   

could blow      bucks on polka dots.



   

                   

- Hi, Sky.

- Nice to see you.



   

                   

- How goes it?

- Healthy. And with you, Nicely?



   

                   

Nicely-nicely, thanks. Nathan?



   

                   

What's the matter, Nathan? You look sick.



   

                   

The cheesecake backed up on him.



   

                   

Maybe that's why they told us

they sell more strudel.



   

                   

Adelaide gave us a message for you.

Be sure and pick her up after the show.



   

                   

- And don't be late.

- Yes, dear.



   

                   

- I mean, OK.

- Yes, dear?



   

                   

This is husband talk if I ever heard it.



   

                   

You are trapped because Adelaide

is a doll that is most difficult to unload.



   

                   

I don't want to unload her. I love her.



   

                   

A guy without a doll... If a guy does

not have a doll, who would holler on him?



   

                   

- A doll is a necessity.

- I am not putting the knock on dolls.



   

                   

But they are something to have only when

they come in handy, like cough drops.



   

                   

And the proof that I am right is that dolls

are available as far as the eye can see.



   

                   

Not dolls like Adelaide.



   

                   

Nathan, nothing personal and no offence,

but, weight for age, all dolls are the same.



   

                   

- All dolls are the same, huh?

- As far as the eye can see.



   

                   

It seems to me the one place a doll would

come in handy would be in Havana.



   

                   

So how come you ain't got one? How

come you are going alone, without a doll?



   

                   

A matter of choice.

I choose to travel alone,



   

                   

but if I wish to take a doll, the supply

is more than Woolworths has got beads.



   

                   

- Not high-class dolls.

- There's only one class: interchangeable.



   

                   

A doll is a doll.

All dolls, any doll. You name her.



   

                   

Any doll? Will you bet on that? Will you

bet      bucks that if I name a doll,



   

                   

you can take the same doll

to Havana with you tomorrow?



   

                   

You've got yourself a bet.



   

                   

I name her.



   

                   

- Her?

- Sergeant Sarah Brown.



   

                   

Daddy! I got cider in my ear.



   

                   

It is my fault, you know.



   

                   

It's not the mission. It's me.



   

                   

I can't do the job that has to be done.

I'm a failure.



   

                   

I'd be doing the right thing if I resigned

and went back home to Boston.



   

                   

Sarah... should you be able

to bend a solid gold watch?



   

                   

- Of course not.

- That's what I thought.



   

                   

Why do you want to go home?

There aren't any sinners in Boston?



   

                   

What have I accomplished here?



   

                   

Thousands of depraved characters,



   

                   

and after months of hard work

an empty mission!



   

                   

Sarah, I'm ashamed of you.

Just because the riffraff of Broadway



   

                   

didn't break down that door when they

heard you were in charge of this mission.



   

                   

These aren't small-town delinquents

who drink too much on Saturday night.



   

                   

You're up against the devil's first-string

troops, a whole army of devil's disciples.



   

                   

- Do you take sinners here?

- At any time of the day or night, son.



   

                   

Come right in and sit down.



   

                   

- Cup of coffee and a doughnut?

- Just coffee, thanks.



   

                   

I am not here because I am poor

and hungry... not for food, that is.



   

                   

"Blessed are they which do hunger

after righteousness." Is that it?



   

                   

Hunger and thirst after righteousness.

Yes, sir. That's it.



   

                   

My name's Arvide Abernathy. The young

lady at the desk is Sergeant Sarah Brown.



   

                   

To you, we're Brother Arvide

and Sister Sarah. Sit down, son.



   

                   

- How do you do?

- Brother Sky. Hello, Sister Sarah.



   

                   

- Is that your name? Sky?

- Sky Masterson.



   

                   

What is it that troubles you,

Mr Masterson?



   

                   

- Brother Sky.

- I gather you are not in need of money.



   

                   

I'm healthy at the moment. It can change.

Are only the unhappy poor welcome?



   

                   

What are you unhappy about, son?



   

                   

Gambling.



   

                   

Apparently you're a successful gambler.



   

                   

Is it wrong to gamble, or only to lose?



   

                   

- I'll come back for help when I'm broke.

- Don't misunderstand.



   

                   

It's just so unusual for a successful

sinner to be unhappy about sin.



   

                   

Besides, my unhappiness came up

very suddenly. Maybe it'll go away again.



   

                   

We can keep you unhappy, son.

Give us a chance.



   

                   

You don't look like a gambler at heart.

What made you take it up?



   

                   

Evil companions. Evil companions

who are always offering me sucker bets.



   

                   

- Just what is a sucker bet?

- A bet that is reserved for suckers.



   

                   

For a gambler to get sucked in

on such a bet is most humiliating.



   

                   

But to lose it means that you are marked

for a very long time as a chump.



   

                   

You must go all out to win it.



   

                   

Is that so terrible,

to be marked as a chump?



   

                   

Among my people, being a chump

is like losing your citizenship.



   

                   

A chump is an outsider, a yokel

who will buy anything with varnish on it.



   

                   

Like a solid gold watch for a dollar?



   

                   

This is a real chump.



   

                   

Well, I think I'll get some rest

before we go out again.



   

                   

Brother Sky, I'm glad you found us.

You stay here and talk to Sister Sarah.



   

                   

Whatever your problems are,

she'll have the answers.



   

                   

- I hope so.

- I know so.



   

                   

If there's one thing

Sister Sarah never fails in,



   

                   

it's solving other people's problems.



   

                   

What did he mean by that?



   

                   

The way he said you never fail

in solving other people's problems.



   

                   

Haven't we changed places,

Mr Masterson?



   

                   

- Brother Sky.

- Aren't we supposed...



   

                   

Why do you have trouble

calling me Brother Sky?



   

                   

We're supposed to be

discussing your problems.



   

                   

Maybe non-sinners also have problems.



   

                   

If you are sincerely interested in

giving up gambling, Mr... Brother Sky,



   

                   

reading these pamphlets will help you.



   

                   

My daddy said reading pamphlets

never made anybody give up anything.



   

                   

Now, I had a more personal help in mind.



   

                   

There's a midnight prayer meeting

on Thursday.



   

                   

The day after tomorrow.

Who's going to help me until then?



   

                   

Well, our doors are always open.

Come in any time.



   

                   

You know what I think, Sister Sarah?



   

                   

I think you not only don't wanna help me,

but you're against me.



   

                   

I'm afraid that is true.

I'm afraid I don't trust you, Mr Masterson.



   

                   

- Brother Sky.

- Mr Masterson.



   

                   

You don't believe I'm a sinner.



   

                   

I'm prepared to believe you're the biggest

sinner I've ever met in my life.



   

                   

But you don't believe I want to repent.



   

                   

Is that it?



   

                   

All of a sudden you want a cup of coffee.



   

                   

Did it ever occur to you that some people

could be all repentance and no sin?



   

                   

You know, I may start

a chain of missions to help your kind.



   

                   

"Come all ye repenters and let us

bring a little sin into your life."



   

                   

"There is no peace unto the wicked.

Proverbs." This is wrong.



   

                   

Let's say it's a matter of opinion,

shall we?



   

                   

I made a statement of fact. It's wrong.



   

                   

How dare you! Even if this is not

a church, it is a mission.



   

                   

- How dare you blaspheme.

- How dare you misquote the Bible.



   

                   

This is not Proverbs.



   

                   

- Of course it's Proverbs.

- Isaiah.



   

                   

Chapter    verse    or   .



   

                   

Would you like to bet on it?

Not money, just a nice sociable bet?



   

                   

Isaiah?



   

                   

Only one thing has been in as many

hotel rooms as I have - the Gideon Bible.



   

                   

Never tangle with me on the Good Book.

I must have read it a dozen times.



   

                   

- If all that was no help to you...

- Who says it wasn't?



   

                   

In one of my blackest moments

I came up with a three-horse parlay.



   

                   

Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.



   

                   

- Mr Masterson, why did you come here?

- I told you, I'm an unhappy sinner.



   

                   

- Excuse me, but you're a liar.

- Lying is not one of my sins.



   

                   

I am not in the market

for a one-dollar solid gold watch.



   

                   

All right. We'll lay it on the line.



   

                   

- We'll deal the hand open.

- Could you say that in English?



   

                   

I'm sure you've earned your stripes

in combat against the devil.



   

                   

- There's no need to be sarcastic.

- But not on this battlefield



   

                   

against the devil's first-line troops.



   

                   

You can't get at the enemy.

This mission is laying an egg.



   

                   

- You have no way of knowing.

- I've got lots of ways.



   

                   

You are stuck with a store

full of repentance and no customers.



   

                   

Without sinners to repent,

repentance doesn't exist.



   

                   

So you're stuck with a store full

of nothing. Do I give you a fair rundown?



   

                   

I wouldn't know.

I've never had a rundown.



   

                   

- Would you be open to a proposition?

- I've had those. No.



   

                   

Don't flatter yourself. I'm talking business.



   

                   

I am in a position to supply

the raw material you need for your work.



   

                   

- Namely sinners.

- How?



   

                   

That's my work. Now when is this

big midnight meeting of yours?



   

                   

Thursday. I guarantee to supply that

meeting with one dozen genuine sinners.



   

                   

- Whether they repent or not is up to you.

- Thank you. That's a fair rundown.



   

                   

Now, if you will excuse me...



   

                   

Just a minute, Sister Sarah.



   

                   

This is not a charity contribution.

This is a business transaction.



   

                   

Something you want for something I want.



   

                   

And what is that?



   

                   

Have dinner with me tomorrow night.



   

                   

Why should that be something you want?



   

                   

Well, maybe because I think

I'll be hungry tomorrow night.



   

                   

- Keep this. It's my marker.

- Your what?



   

                   

My marker. My IOU for one dozen

genuine sinners delivered as described.



   

                   

- I will pick you up tomorrow at noon.

- At noon to go to dinner?



   

                   

It takes time to get there. We're going to

my favourite restaurant - El Café Cabana.



   

                   

Where's that?



   

                   

- Havana.

- Havana, Cuba?



   

                   

- Well, what other Havanas are there?

- You wanna take me to dinner in Cuba?



   

                   

- Well, they eat in Cuba, same as we do.

- What do you take me for? A chump?



   

                   

- Isaiah's on the other side.

- Get out.



   

                   

What are they worth to ya? One dozen

genuine sinners ready for salvation.



   

                   

What are they worth to you?

A chicken salad in the tearoom?



   

                   

One last word, Sergeant.

I don't want you to walk out of this room



   

                   

thinking you're upset because some

black-hearted sinner made advances...



   

                   

- It's none of your business what I think.

- ..to a virtuous lady with a white soul.



   

                   

Any sinful thoughts present in this room

at this time come out of you, doll, not me.



   

                   

You're quite right. I'm nothing

but a repressed, neurotic girl -



   

                   

I've read books on the subject -

who is abnormally attracted to sin,



   

                   

and so abnormally afraid of it. You're

not the first man to try that approach.



   

                   

I am happy to know that I am not the first

man who tried to approach in any way.



   

                   

- You're not even close.

- I imagine you've succeeded



   

                   

in blocking all possible approaches.



   

                   

Except for a few that

you wouldn't know about, I'm afraid.



   

                   

Well, of course, I only know

the ones on the outskirts of society.



   

                   

What are the approaches like

on the inskirts?



   

                   

All paved with honourable intentions?



   

                   

- I wonder what he'll be like.

- Who?



   

                   

That upright, downright, forthright square

with his close-shaved chin up,



   

                   

who right now, somewhere, is marching

along the proper approach to proper you.



   

                   

- What'll he be like?

- He will not be a gambler, for one thing.



   

                   

I can name better than you the things

he won't be, but what will he be?



   

                   

- How will you know when he gets to you?

- Don't worry. I'll know.



   

                   

For I've imagined every bit of him



   

                   

From his strong moral fibre



   

                   

To the wisdom in his head



   

                   

To the homey aroma of his pipe



   

                   

You have wished yourself

a small-town Galahad



   

                   

The breakfast-eating four-button type



   

                   

And I shall meet him

when the time is ripe



   

                   

I'll know



   

                   

When my love comes along



   

                   

I won't take a chance



   

                   

For, oh



   

                   

He'll be just what I need



   

                   

Not some fly-by-night

Broadway romance



   

                   

And you'll know at a glance

by the two pair of pants



   

                   

I'll know



   

                   

By his calm, steady voice



   

                   

Those feet on the ground



   

                   

I'll know



   

                   

As I run to his arms



   

                   

That at last I've come home



   

                   

Safe and sound



   

                   

And till then I shall wait



   

                   

And till then I'll be strong



   

                   

For I'll know



   

                   

When my love



   

                   

Comes along



   

                   

Mine will come as a surprise to me



   

                   

Mine I leave to chance and chemistry



   

                   

- Chemistry?

- Yeah, chemistry.



   

                   

Suddenly I'll know



   

                   

When my love comes along



   

                   

I'll know then and there



   

                   

I'll know



   

                   

At the sight of her face



   

                   

How I care, how I care, how I care



   

                   

And I'll stop



   

                   

And I'll stare



   

                   

And I'll know



   

                   

Long before we can speak



   

                   

I'll know



   

                   

In my heart



   

                   

I'll know



   

                   

And I won't ever ask



   

                   

Am I right? Am I wise? Am I smart?



   

                   

But I'll stop



   

                   

And I'll stare



   

                   

At that face



   

                   

In the throng



   

                   

Yes, I'll know



   

                   

When my love



   

                   

Comes along



   

                   

Well, that makes it necessary

for me to drop back again.



   

                   

Matthew  :  .



   

                   

Don't bother looking it up.

It's the bit about the other cheek.



   

                   

I know, Joey.

But the      bucks is guaranteed.



   

                   

What? It's a bet I cannot lose.



   

                   

I bet Sky Masterson he could not take

a certain doll to Havana with him.



   

                   

Not this doll.



   

                   

Now for the grand finale

of our round-the-world revue,



   

                   

the Hot Box takes you out to the alley

with Miss Adelaide and her Alley Kittens.



   

                   

One meow, two meow,

three meow, scat!



   

                   

What's the initial of my pet tomcat?



   

                   

Is it A, B, C, D, E, F, G?



   

                   

Is it H or J or L, M, N, O, P?



   

                   

Is it L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T?



   

                   

No, it's you! You're the cat for me!



   

                   

You know you've been mean to me



   

                   

And you know when you're mean to me



   

                   

How it always makes me wanna roam



   

                   

And you know there's a danger



   

                   

That some gentle stranger



   

                   

Might pick me up

and make me feel at home



   

                   

So pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Poppa, pet me nice



   

                   

Ooh, pet me, Poppa



   

                   

-  Poppa, melt the ice

-  And you know how



   

                   

If you don't want me out roamin' the city



   

                   

Talk to me pretty - here, kitty kitty!



   

                   

And pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Poppa, pet me nice



   

                   

Ooh, pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Poppa, pet me good



   

                   

Mm, pet me, Poppa



   

                   

-  Proper, like you should

-  And you know how



   

                   

If you care to keep me home by the fire



   

                   

Specially when it's time to retire



   

                   

Then pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Poppa, pet me good



   

                   

Warm up my saucer of milk



   

                   

And maybe I'll purr



   

                   

Lay out my cushion of silk



   

                   

Don't rumple my fur



   

                   

-  Just reach over and...

-  Pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Poppa, melt the ice



   

                   

If you don't want me out roamin' the city



   

                   

Talk to me pretty - here, kitty kitty!



   

                   

And pet me, Poppa



   

                   

That's my good advice



   

                   

Pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Poppa, pet me



   

                   

That'll get me!  Pet me, Poppa



   

                   

Poppa, pet me nice



   

                   

I gotta hang up. Can I tell the guys that

the game'll be at your garage tomorrow?



   

                   

I would gladly pay you in advance, but

I will not get the money until tomorrow.



   

                   

I've got to have time

to spread the word around.



   

                   

Joey, listen to...



   

                   

Yes, Joey.



   

                   

Drop dead, Joey.



   

                   

Oh, Nathan, darling!



   

                   

You got here early.



   

                   

It's so thrilling to find you waiting for me.



   

                   

Just like we were married

and I was coming home from work.



   

                   

You wouldn't make me stop working,

would you, Nathan?



   

                   

That would be cruel. A doll like you could

earn good money for another ten years.



   

                   

- Easy.

- Sweet!



   

                   

And you were reading my book, too.



   

                   

See? I told you reading

don't make people go blind.



   

                   

It's very interesting, isn't it?



   

                   

What is? Oh, the book. Yeah.



   

                   

The doctor gave it to me. He said

it might help me get rid of my cold.



   

                   

- With a book?

- He thinks that my cold might possibly



   

                   

be caused by psychology.



   

                   

How does he know you got psychology?



   

                   

Nathan! Everybody has got it.



   

                   

And female psychology explains why

certain girls do certain kinds of things.



   

                   

It's all in the book.



   

                   

Must be some book.



   

                   

Would it, for instance,

tell you what kind of a doll



   

                   

would go for a certain kind of a guy

which you wouldn't think she would?



   

                   

Nathan! No matter

how terrible a fella seems,



   

                   

you can never be sure

that some girl won't go for him.



   

                   

Take us.



   

                   

Get dressed. We'll go eat.



   

                   

Starting with next week, Nathan,

I will be getting a raise in salary.



   

                   

Where does it say what different dolls do?



   

                   

You're not even listening to me.



   

                   

Gesundheit.



   

                   

I will be making enough

so that we can finally get married.



   

                   

What do you think?



   

                   

Of course we'll get married.

Sooner or later.



   

                   

Nathan, after    years

it is already too late to be sooner.



   

                   

And if it gets much later,

soon it will be too late even to be later.



   

                   

Gesundheit.



   

                   

Besides, Nathan, I don't know

what to do any more about Mother.



   

                   

- Mother? What about your mother?

- This is something I haven't told you,



   

                   

but my mother, back in Rhode Island,



   

                   

she thinks that...

that we are already married.



   

                   

How could she think such a thing?



   

                   

Maybe because I wrote her

that we were already married.



   

                   

- That would make her think so.

- In Rhode Island



   

                   

people do not remain engaged

for    years.



   

                   

- They get married.

- So how come it's such a small state?



   

                   

Furthermore, after about two years...

after about two years we...



   

                   

We got a divorce?



   

                   

- We had a baby.

- You wrote your mother we had a baby?



   

                   

I had to, Nathan.

Mother kept after me and after me



   

                   

and finally I just ran out of excuses.



   

                   

And what type baby was it?



   

                   

It was a boy. I named it after you, Nathan.



   

                   

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.



   

                   

Tell me, what has Nathan Junior

been doing all these years?



   

                   

Well... right now he's in boarding school.



   

                   

As a matter of fact, I wrote Mother that

he won the football game last Saturday.



   

                   

I wish I had a bet on it.



   

                   

But, Nathan...



   

                   

That isn't all.



   

                   

You're not going to say

we also have an Adelaide Junior?



   

                   

All these years, Nathan.

Mother believes in big families, and...



   

                   

And we had such an early start.



   

                   

Just give me the grand total.



   

                   

- Five.

- Adelaide!



   

                   

How could you do such a thing

to a nice old broad like your mother?



   

                   

Nathan, darling, let's just us get married



   

                   

and I'll handle everything else. OK?



   

                   

OK, doll. When we're ready.



   

                   

Nathan, we are ready now.

We have been ready for    years.



   

                   

All we need now is a licence

and a blood test.



   

                   

- Blood test?

- Don't worry, Nathan. You've got blood.



   

                   

What a city! First they close my crap

game and then they open my veins.



   

                   

Nathan, you gave up the crap game.



   

                   

Of course I did, doll. And you know why?

For you. Because I love you.



   

                   

Can I borrow some earrings?



   

                   

It is customary, Laverne, to knock



   

                   

when entering the private

dressing room of an engaged person.



   

                   

As far as I'm concerned,

you are in here by yourself.



   

                   

- May I borrow some earrings?

- Diamonds or pearls?



   

                   

- Diamonds.

- Top drawer of the trunk. The big box.



   

                   

Aren't they a little long, dear?

Remember, you've got a short neck.



   

                   

He's a tall man.



   

                   

You! I'm all dated up

with Society Max tomorrow night,



   

                   

and he breaks it

on account of your silly crap game.



   

                   

Adelaide, look at me. I'm on my knees.



   

                   

Oh, get up.

It reminds me of your crap game.



   

                   

Adelaide, doll!



   

                   

You're getting yourself

upset about nothin'.



   

                   

It's a game I set up a long time ago.

I couldn't get out of it.



   

                   

Understand?



   

                   

Look, we love each other.

We're gonna get married.



   

                   

We'll be happy.



   

                   

Get out of my life, Nathan Detroit.



   

                   

I knew you'd understand.



   

                   

Gesundheit.



   

                   

It says here:



   

                   

The average unmarried female



   

                   

Basically insecure



   

                   

Due to some long frustration



   

                   

May react



   

                   

With psychosomatic symptoms



   

                   

Difficult to endure



   

                   

Affecting the upper respiratory tract



   

                   

In other words, just from waiting around

for that plain little band of gold



   

                   

A person can develop a cold



   

                   

You can spray her wherever

you figure the streptococci lurk



   

                   

You can give her a shot for whatever

she's got but it just won't work



   

                   

If she's tired of getting

that fisheye from the hotel clerk



   

                   

A person can develop a cold



   

                   

It says here:



   

                   

The female remaining single



   

                   

Constantly in suspense



   

                   

Shows a neurotic tendency



   

                   

See note



   

                   

See note? Note?



   

                   

Chronic organic syndromes



   

                   

Toxic or hypertense



   

                   

Involving the eye, the ear,

the nose and throat



   

                   

In other words, just from wondering

whether the wedding is on or off



   

                   

A person can develop a cough



   

                   

You can feed her all day

with the vitamin A and the bromo fizz



   

                   

But the medicine never gets

anywhere near where the trouble is



   

                   

If she's getting a kind of a name

for herself and the name ain't his



   

                   

A person can develop a cough



   

                   

And furthermore, just from stalling

and stalling and stalling the wedding trip



   

                   

A person can develop la grippe



   

                   

When they get on the train for Niagara



   

                   

And she can hear church bells chime



   

                   

The compartment is air-conditioned



   

                   

And the mood sublime



   

                   

Then they get off at Yonkers racetrack



   

                   

For the   th time



   

                   

A person can develop la grippe



   

                   

La grippe, la post-nasal drip



   

                   

With the wheezes and the sneezes



   

                   

And a sinus that's really a pip



   

                   

From a lack of community property

and a feeling she's getting too old



   

                   

A person can develop a bad, bad cold



   

                   

Follow the fold and stray no more



   

                   

Stray no more, stray no more



   

                   

Put down the bottle

and we'll say no more



   

                   

One minute earlier

you would have witnessed



   

                   

Miss Sarah give

Sky Masterson a    % brushoff.



   

                   

So the      for Joey

is practically in your pocket.



   

                   

- You should be jumping for joy.

- I'm jumpin'.



   

                   

You got work to do.

Arrangements to make.



   

                   

- A shave and a hot towel'll fix you up.

- For who should I have a shave?



   

                   

- For who should I have a hot towel?

- Do you know what is at stake here?



   

                   

Nathan Detroit's crap game.

Because of a doll.



   

                   

I cannot believe a number one

businessman like you



   

                   

could let himself

fall in love with his own fiancée.



   

                   

So Adelaide is my weakness! Can you not

be tolerant that I have got a weakness?



   

                   

Especially since this is a sad condition

that guys are in all over the world? Look.



   

                   

What's playin' at the Roxy?

I'll tell you what's playin' at the Roxy



   

                   

It's a picture about a Minnesota man

so in love with a Mississippi girl



   

                   

That he sacrifices everything

and moves all the way to Biloxi



   

                   

That's what's playin' at the Roxy



   

                   

What's in the Daily News?

I'll tell you what's in the Daily News



   

                   

Story about a guy

who bought his wife a small ruby



   

                   

With what otherwise

would have been his union dues



   

                   

That's what's in the Daily News



   

                   

What's happenin' all over?

I'll tell you what's happenin' all over



   

                   

Guys sitting home by a television set

who used to be something of a rover



   

                   

That's what's happening all over



   

                   

Love is the thing that has licked them



   

                   

And it looks like I'm just another victim



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

When you see a guy

reach for stars in the sky



   

                   

You can bet

that he's doin' it for some doll



   

                   

When you spot a John

waitin' out in the rain



   

                   

Chances are he's insane

as only a John can be for a Jane



   

                   

When you meet a gent

payin' all kinds of rent



   

                   

For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal



   

                   

Call it sad, call it funny



   

                   

But it's better than even money

that the guy's only doin' it for some doll



   

                   

When you see a Joe

savin' half of his dough



   

                   

You can bet there'll be

mink in it for some doll



   

                   

When a bum buys wine

like a bum can't afford



   

                   

It's a cinch that the bum

is under the thumb of some little broad



   

                   

When you meet a mug

lately out of the jug



   

                   

And he's still liftin' platinum folderol



   

                   

Call it hell, call it heaven



   

                   

It's a probable twelve to seven

that the guy's only doin' it for some doll



   

                   

When you see a sport

and his cash has run short



   

                   

You can bet

he's been blowin' it on some doll



   

                   

When a guy wears tails

with the front gleaming white



   

                   

Who the heck do you think

he's ticklin' pink on Saturday night?



   

                   

When some lazy slob

gets a good steady job



   

                   

And he smells from Vitalis and Barbasol



   

                   

Call it dumb, call it clever



   

                   

Ah, but you can give odds for ever

that the guy's only doin' it for some doll



   

                   

Some doll, some doll



   

                   

The guy's only doin' it for some doll



   

                   

Well, I think we finally managed

to shake off the prince of darkness.



   

                   

You certainly discouraged him.



   

                   

I certainly did.



   

                   

Arvide.



   

                   

General Cartwright,

what a pleasant surprise.



   

                   

- We didn't know you were in town.

- A flying visit.



   

                   

Flew in from Boston early this morning.

Important luncheon meeting.



   

                   

While waiting, thought I'd check

a few of our outposts informally.



   

                   

I'm surprised the mission was unattended

in a neighbourhood as unsavoury as this.



   

                   

Why should you be surprised?

You've seen our records.



   

                   

We don't seem to get anyone in here

even to rob the place.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Well, now that you've brought it up,



   

                   

I must confess I have come for

a purpose - an unhappy one, I'm afraid.



   

                   

It doesn't look as if

we accomplish anything, but in time...



   

                   

Time, I'm afraid,

is what we can no longer afford.



   

                   

My good friends,

after careful deliberation,



   

                   

headquarters has decided

to close this branch of the mission.



   

                   

- Close the mission?

- No, General. Please!



   

                   

Even if I haven't made a success of it,

someone will.



   

                   

Sarah Brown, if you can't

attract sinners, nobody can.



   

                   

There are so many calls on us. So many

other places where our work is needed.



   

                   

How do you do?



   

                   

- I don't believe we've met, Brother...?

- Brother Sky Masterson. Former sinner.



   

                   

I am General Cartwright,

regional director of Save-A-Soul.



   

                   

- Why isn't his name on the report?

- What were you doing in there?



   

                   

I was resting, Sister Sarah.

I was going to ask Brother Arvide



   

                   

if he might let me carry the drum

when we go out again this afternoon.



   

                   

On behalf of former sinners of the future,

I protest the closing of this mission.



   

                   

- General, I think I should explain to you...

- Sarah, this man has a right to be heard.



   

                   

Continue, Brother Sky.



   

                   

General, would you be open

to a proposition?



   

                   

The general is flying back to Boston. She

will not be available for dinner tonight.



   

                   

Sarah, what are you talking about?



   

                   

- What have you got in mind, young man?

- Faith in Sister Sarah.



   

                   

I ask you to give her    hours to show

that she can make this mission pay off.



   

                   

Saving souls should not be

referred to as paying off.



   

                   

- Why    hours?

- Because he knows our big meeting,



   

                   

   hours from now,

will be a great success.



   

                   

Uncle Arvide!



   

                   

But how can you guarantee that,

Brother Sky?



   

                   

Well, let's just say

I have a feeling about it.



   

                   

"If sinners entice thee, consent thou not."

That's the wrong thought.



   

                   

Where is yesterday's thought for today?



   

                   

Top right-hand drawer.



   

                   

Excuse me, General.



   

                   

Before going to the expense

of a meeting, you'd require more



   

                   

than just a feeling

that it will be successful.



   

                   

It's a very strong feeling, General.



   

                   

"There is no peace to the wicked."

Isaiah   :  . That is correct.



   

                   

General, my proposition is this.



   

                   

Why don't you come to the midnight

meeting and find out for yourself?



   

                   

Well, if I thought there was a chance

of finding definite progress,



   

                   

any sizeable turnout...



   

                   

What do you think, Sister Sarah?



   

                   

Don't you honestly believe this mission

could be saved within the next    hours?



   

                   

General Cartwright, I am in a position

to guarantee you personally



   

                   

at least one dozen genuine sinners.



   

                   

Hallelujah!



   

                   

Be sure you're wearing your carnation.



   

                   

Remember, nobody gets in the crap game

without they got a red carnation.



   

                   

- It's like a password. Nathan's orders.

- We got the flowers. Where is the action?



   

                   

The minute Nathan arrives we're gonna...



   

                   

He has arrived. Is it all set? Can I tell

the customers it's Joey Biltmore's...



   

                   

Not till I put the      in Joey's hand.

And I haven't got it yet.



   

                   

I sent Nicely to wait for Sky. When he gets

the money, Nicely'll bring it back to me.



   

                   

They won't stick around.

They're getting nervous.



   

                   

I'm not nervous?



   

                   

Harry the Horse.

How is everything in Brooklyn?



   

                   

I hope, Detroit,

that you will not spoil our evenin'.



   

                   

I happen to be entertainin'

a very prominent guest tonight.



   

                   

I would like you to meet

Big Jule from Chicago.



   

                   

I would like you to meet

Big Jule from Chicago.



   

                   

Big Jule, welcome to our fair city.

In which, as you know, the heat is on.



   

                   

However, if you will be patient,

you will be provided with action.



   

                   

What do you say?

Shall we stick around or blow?



   

                   

I come here to shoot crap.

Let's shoot crap.



   

                   

- Order another milkshake and relax.

- Nathan!



   

                   

Do not let the fact that Big Jule

drinks milk give you any wrong ideas.



   

                   

- Big Jule does not like to be displeased.

- Why, Harry, did I give the impression



   

                   

I was being rude to a guest with such

a well-deserved reputation as Big Jule?



   

                   

Big Jule, I am sure that you did not

misunderstand my kidding remarks.



   

                   

It's just that one look at your kindly face,

which is so full of fun, good fellowship...



   

                   

Could I have a swallow of your milk?



   

                   

Well, well, well...



   

                   

What have we here?



   

                   

The jails must be empty tonight.



   

                   

Can anybody be missing?



   

                   

Harry the Horse, Liver Lips Louie,



   

                   

Angie the Ox, Society Max...



   

                   

And here is a face

for which I cannot supply a name.



   

                   

May I ask where you come from?



   

                   

East Cicero, Illinois.



   

                   

And what is your occupation there?



   

                   

I'm a scoutmaster.



   

                   

Don't ever help my mother

across the street.



   

                   

Such lovely red carnations.



   

                   

Is it a funeral? Did somebody die

suddenly that I don't know about yet?



   

                   

What's on, Nathan? What brings

all these senior delinquents together?



   

                   

- They got Ionely. How do I know?

- Why are they all wearing carnations?



   

                   

- They are also all wearing pants.

- You are up to no good, Detroit!



   

                   

Is it a crime to wear flowers? Is Mindy's

suddenly a hideout for gangsters?



 

                   

Lieutenant, I'll confess. We're smuggling

hot cheesecake into Canada.



 

                   

This is all I need. It's complete.



 

                   

Everybody in the whole world

who hates me is now here.



 

                   

What's the use, Nathan?

Why try to keep it a secret?



 

                   

- Bite your tongue, Benny.

- All right, what's this all about?



 

                   

- It's... a party, Lieutenant.

- What kind of a party?



 

                   

A dinner.

A bachelor dinner for Nathan Detroit.



 

                   

He's gettin' married.



 

                   

For he's a jolly good fellow,

for he's a jolly good fellow



  

                   

For he's a jolly good fellow



  

                   

Which nobody cannot deny



  

                   

Nathan, darling. I'm so thrilled.



  

                   

- Why didn't you tell me?

- It was gonna be a surprise wedding.



  

                   

You certainly had me fooled, Detroit.

When is the happy occasion?



  

                   

Well, it's gonna take a little time -

to get the blood test and the licence.



  

                   

Wouldn't it be wonderful

to get married tomorrow?



  

                   

After the opening

of the new show at the Hot Box.



  

                   

Adelaide, according to the laws under

which we live, it's gonna take a little time.



  

                   

You could elope.



  

                   

- You are telling me to violate the law?

- It's legal to elope at your age.



  

                   

And the great state of Maryland will

marry you right away - no blood test.



  

                   

Ain't that unhealthy?



  

                   

The lieutenant has come up with

a romantic suggestion of which I approve.



  

                   

Elope, and for the trip

I will loan you my getaway car.



  

                   

That is, my station wagon.



  

                   

Oh, Nathan, darling. Let's do it.



  

                   

Please?



  

                   

OK. Deal me in.



  

                   

Speech, Nathan.



  

                   

Yeah, give us a little speech.



  

                   

Unaccustomed as I am

to getting married



  

                   

I am taking this occasion here to say



  

                   

That me and Adelaide



  

                   

Are finally naming the day



  

                   

Though she knows deep in her heart



  

                   

I'm a phoney and I'm a fake



  

                   

She wants five children to start



  

                   

Five's a difficult point to make



  

                   

But...



  

                   

Adelaide, Adelaide



  

                   

Ever-Iovin' Adelaide



  

                   

Is takin' a chance on me



  

                   

Takin' a chance

I'll be respectable and nice



  

                   

Give up cards and dice



  

                   

And go for shoes and rice



  

                   

So gentlemen, deal me out



  

                   

Do not try to feel me out



  

                   

I got no more evenings free



  

                   

Since Adelaide, Adelaide



  

                   

Ever-Iovin' Adelaide



  

                   

Is takin' a chance



  

                   

Talk about your long shots



  

                   

Takin' a chance on me



  

                   

Well, my congratulations, too.



  

                   

And I certainly hope

there's nothing in heredity.



  

                   

It might seem unimportant to you,

but your blintzes are gettin' cold.



  

                   

Who cares? As long as Nathan stays hot.



  

                   

Look, don't forget to bring

my purse to the Hot Box.



  

                   

Nathan, darling, I'm so excited. I don't

even wanna eat and go back to work.



  

                   

I've got so many things to do

before tomorrow night.



  

                   

What about my mother?

I've gotta write to her. What'll I say?



  

                   

Send a telegram. Date it back    years.



  

                   

Adelaide



  

                   

Adelaide



  

                   

Ever-Iovin' Adelaide



  

                   

Is takin' a chance on me



  

                   

Takin' a chance

I'll be respectable and nice



  

                   

Give up the cards and dice



  

                   

And go for shoes and rice



  

                   

So gentlemen, deal me out



  

                   

Do not try to feel me out



  

                   

You got no more evenings free



  

                   

You may scratch me.



  

                   

-  Since Adelaide

-  Adelaide



  

                   

Ever-Iovin' Adelaide



  

                   

Is takin' a chance



  

                   

Talk about your long shots



  

                   

Takin' a chance



  

                   

On me



  

                   

Nathan, you are indeed a most lucky fella.

She is a most beautiful doll indeed.



  

                   

- Do you agree, Big Jule?

- Tell me, how long do you know the doll?



  

                   

-    years.

- Let's shoot crap.



  

                   

- Nathan!

- Got the money? You couldn't find Sky?



  

                   

- Did you go to the mission?

- That's what I'm trying to tell ya.



  

                   

- He must be with the mission band now.

- Nathan, wait!



  

                   

"This church is for the most part Spanish

baroque built of native limestone."



  

                   

"The original church

was built on this site in     



  

                   

and reconstructed

between      and     ."



  

                   

- It's almost impossible to believe.

- Well, that's not very old for a church.



  

                   

Long before     

there were missionaries...



  

                   

What does it say about the moonlight?



  

                   

The moonlight?



  

                   

- It's very bright, isn't it?

- You can even read your guidebook by it.



  

                   

Now that you mention it...



  

                   

- What does it say about the music?

- The music?



  

                   

It's a lovely tune.



  

                   

Sister Sarah, let me read out of

Sky Masterson's guidebook about you.



  

                   

You could be locked away in a room

with no sun, no moon,



  

                   

no laughter, no music, no love,

and you wouldn't care.



   

                   

You could still be a missionary.



   

                   

"The cobblestones in this plaza

are approximately four centuries old."



   

                   

"They are the very cobblestones put

down by the Spanish colonists in     ."



   

                   

- What's your pleasure?

- Drinking.



   

                   

What's your pleasure?



   

                   

Milk, please.



   

                   

- Don't make a spectacle of yourself.

- Milk.



   

                   

You are a US citizen in a foreign country.



   

                   

Have you no pride

in what the world thinks about us?



   

                   

Milk!



   

                   

What did you order?



   

                   

Dulce de leche.

Dulce is the Spanish word for "sweet".



   

                   

- De means "of' and leche means "milk".

- Sweet of milk.



   

                   

Don't they serve it plain?



   

                   

Well, only in the mornings.

It has to do with the heat.



   

                   

At night they put

a kind of preservative in it.



   

                   

That's interesting. What do they use?



   

                   

Bacardi.



   

                   

Doesn't that have alcohol in it?



   

                   

Well, just enough to keep

the milk from turning sour.



   

                   

That's the same song we heard

being played near the church, isn't it?



   

                   

Playing the tambourine

has developed in you an ear for music.



   

                   

Mr Masterson, you think

I'm an awful prude, don't you?



   

                   

Are you?



   

                   

Well, I wonder sometimes.



   

                   

For instance,

supposing I wasn't in mission work.



   

                   

This is a tasty milkshake.



   

                   

Do you mind if I have another?



   

                   

Supposing I was just any girl.



   

                   

Do you think just any girl

would be a prude



   

                   

if she refused to go to Havana

with a man she'd never met before?



   

                   

Oh, I suppose not.



   

                   

Would you like some of mine

while you're waiting?



   

                   

I haven't touched it.



   

                   

Just a sip.



   

                   

Oh, thanks.



   

                   

I don't know when I've been so thirsty.



   

                   

Still, you do think I'm a prude, don't you?



   

                   

- I don't know what you are.

- You must think I'm something.



   

                   

Yeah, you're something all buttoned up.

All except one button.



   

                   

Oh, isn't it awful?

It's a nervous habit, I guess. So silly.



   

                   

Oh, I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking.



   

                   

It's so delicious. That Bacardi flavouring

certainly makes a difference.



   

                   

Oh, yeah. Nine times out of ten.



   

                   

You know, this would be a wonderful way

to get children to drink milk.



   

                   

A melody can have the same notes,

but suddenly it's a different song.



   

                   

- Again, please?

- That song.



   

                   

Before it was just romantic,

just silly slush.



   

                   

But now it's playing inside of me,

all true and honest,



   

                   

as if my heart were beating the drum.



   

                   

How much do you know about life?



   

                   

Only a little bit. Around the edges.



   

                   

Tell me about life.



   

                   

- All about it?

- How to live.



   

                   

Doing what you want, having

what you want, saying what you want.



   

                   

- Being what you want.

- Nobody can. Nobody does.



   

                   

- If you could, you wouldn't want it.

- But you're wrong, Brother Sky.



   

                   

- All right. You tell me about life.

- You don't believe I could. Don't you?



   

                   

I believe I could. After all, it was you

that came to me for help, isn't that so?



   

                   

Because you were unhappy.

What were you unhappy about, Sky?



   

                   

- Well, I can't remember this minute.

- But you do remember that I failed you.



   

                   

I was weighed in the balance

and found wanting.



   

                   

Daniel  :  .



   

                   

For that I am truly sorry.



   

                   

But I intend to make it up to you.



   

                   

I intend to give you

all the help you will ever require.



   

                   

- You have given me a lot of help already.

- You don't think I remember, don't you?



   

                   

But I do. Every word,

as if you were saying it now.



   

                   

- What?

- About having a more...



   

                   

personal help in mind.



   

                   

But I gave you those silly old pamphlets,



   

                   

as if they could take the place

of a truly personal help.



   

                   

How can a sinner hope to be saved by an

hour of help when for the rest of the   



   

                   

- he must fight temptation alone?

- How indeed?



   

                   

It's been done with people

who drink too much, you know.



   

                   

Help day and night, night and day.



   

                   

- Anywhere, anytime.

- That's a full-time job.



   

                   

Well, you're a full-time sinner.



   

                   

Maybe a little time off

for good behaviour?



   

                   

Pal, you're not gonna

fight alone any more.



   

                   

- What if it's against mission policies?

- Because I'm gonna be with you.



   

                   

A one-woman mission

for the personal salvation of me?



   

                   

Day and night, night and day.



   

                   

Sister Sarah, why would you want to?



   

                   

Whatever you do, wherever you go.



   

                   

Why, Sister Sarah? Why?



   

                   

- I wanna be with you.

- The world's full of souls



   

                   

- closer to salvation than mine.

- Anytime, anywhere.



   

                   

Easier to save

and much more worth saving.



   

                   

You...



   

                   

Please say something.



   

                   

I've got to know what you're thinking.



   

                   

I'm thinking...



   

                   

It's time you had your dinner.



   

                   

Still dizzy?



   

                   

You won't believe me, but with my head

underwater I actually heard bells ringing.



   

                   

I'll believe ya.



   

                   

- Ask me how do I feel.

- How do you feel?



   

                   

Ask me now that

we're cosy and clinging



   

                   

Well, sir, all I can say



   

                   

Is if I were a bell I'd be ringing



   

                   

From the moment we kissed tonight



   

                   

That's the way I've just got to behave



   

                   

Boy, if I were a lamp I'd light



   

                   

And if I were a banner I'd wave



   

                   

Ask me how do I feel



   

                   

Little me with my quiet upbringing



   

                   

Well, sir, all I can say



   

                   

Is if I were a gate I'd be swinging



   

                   

And if I were a watch

I'd start poppin' my springs



   

                   

Or if I were a bell

I'd go ding dong ding dong ding



   

                   

Ask me how do I feel



   

                   

From this chemistry lesson I'm learning



   

                   

- Chemistry?

- Yeah, chemistry!



   

                   

All I can say is if I were a bridge

I'd be burning



   

                   

Yes, I knew my morale would crack



   

                   

From the wonderful way that you looked



   

                   

Boy, if I were a duck I'd quack



   

                   

Or if I were a goose I'd be cooked



   

                   

Ask me how do I feel



   

                   

Ask me now that we're fondly caressing



   

                   

Pal, if I were a salad

I know I'd be splashing my dressing



   

                   

Ask me how to describe

this whole beautiful thing



   

                   

Well, if I were a bell

I'd go ding dong ding dong



   

                   

Ding



   

                   

We just got time to catch

the last plane to New York.



   

                   

People miss planes. It happens.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

It also happens that people

win with loaded dice.



   

                   

I know what I'm doing.



   

                   

Do you, kid?



   

                   

I don't.



   

                   

Suddenly I'm playin'

by a whole new book of rules.



   

                   

You make me feel as if I were

a dishonest horse race or something.



   

                   

Look, the bells rang. They really rang.

They weren't magical bells for lovers,



   

                   

full of rum and music

on a make-believe island.



   

                   

They rang to tell us what time it is.



   

                   

Shall we synchronise our watches?



   

                   

Sarah, I know the night-time. I live in it.



   

                   

It does funny things to you.



   

                   

You must be trying to tell me

I'd hate myself in the morning.



   

                   

I look as if I've been

in a fight or something.



   

                   

You know, you're the most mixed-up man



   

                   

- I've ever met in my life.

- Easily.



   

                   

All that nonsense about night-time

and daytime and rule books and such.



   

                   

Sarah...



   

                   

You know why I brought you

here to Havana?



   

                   

Because I made a bet that I could.



   

                   

That's why I came to the mission,

to win a bet.



   

                   

Why not? You're a gambler.



   

                   

And, darling,



   

                   

you are also a chump.



   

                   

We're blocks from the mission.



   

                   

Come on. A little walk will do you good.



   

                   

What time is it?



   

                   

It's dawn any minute.



   

                   

What makes the light

so strange and white?



   

                   

Because only in Times Square...

the dawn gets turned on by an electrician.



   

                   

- Listen.

- What?



   

                   

Footsteps.



   

                   

Now is the time you can hear

footsteps on Broadway.



   

                   

Cup of coffee?



   

                   

Doughnut?



   

                   

You remember that tune pretty well.



   

                   

It keeps running through my heart.



   

                   

It's got words, you know.



   

                   

Something about "amor, amor", I'll bet.



   

                   

It's about you.



   

                   

About you right now.



   

                   

Your eyes are the eyes



   

                   

Of a woman in love



   

                   

And oh how they give you away



   

                   

Why try to deny



   

                   

You're a woman in love



   

                   

When I know very well



   

                   

What I say



   

                   

I say no moon in the sky



   

                   

Ever lent such a glow



   

                   

Some flame deep within



   

                   

Made them shine



   

                   

Those eyes are the eyes



   

                   

Of a woman in love



   

                   

And may they gaze



   

                   

Ever more into mine



   

                   

Tenderly gaze



   

                   

Ever more



   

                   

Into mine



   

                   

And what about you?



   

                   

It's got you too



   

                   

Your eyes are the eyes



   

                   

Of a man who's in love



   

                   

That same flame deep within



   

                   

Made them shine



   

                   

Your eyes are the eyes



   

                   

-  Of a man who's in love

-  Woman in love



   

                   

And may they gaze



   

                   

Ever more



   

                   

Into mine



   

                   

Crazily gaze



   

                   

Ever more



   

                   

Into mine



   

                   

Uncle Arvide!



   

                   

- Where have you been?

- Good morning, Sarah.



   

                   

Morning, Brother Sky.

Well, we took your advice.



   

                   

We've been out all night

on a crusade against the devil.



   

                   

Come on, fellas. The cops!

Come on, guys, let's get outta here.



   

                   

- Nathan, what is this?

- Bingo!



   

                   

Wait a minute. Where y'all goin'?

I'm out ten Gs.



   

                   

It's no use. They were tipped off.



   

                   

I suppose you can explain all this,

Miss Brown?



   

                   

Explain? Explain what?



   

                   

I guess it was just a coincidence that the

mission was open and empty all night



   

                   

while everybody suddenly

took off on an all-night crusade.



   

                   

But you yourself didn't go on the crusade

and you weren't here.



   

                   

Now, maybe that's two coincidences.



   

                   

Masterson, I had you in my big-time book.



   

                   

Now I suppose I'll have to reclassify you -

under "shills and decoys".



   

                   

You certainly do know the night-time,

don't you, and the funny things it does.



   

                   

- It certainly did them to me, didn't it?

- You only have to answer one question.



   

                   

It didn't do too much, though, thanks

to you, not me. Just more than enough.



   

                   

- Answer one question.

- Any.



   

                   

Am I now supposed to prove

I had nothing to do with this?



   

                   

- There's nothing to prove.

- Are you saying I'm guilty?



   

                   

Everything has already been proved. If I

hadn't gone, this wouldn't have happened.



   

                   

- You went with me to help the mission.

- Did I?



   

                   

I can't remember that far back.



   

                   

Oh, Sarah.



   

                   

Is that really why I went with you?

To help the mission?



   

                   

- Is that really why you took me?

- To win the bet. I told you.



   

                   

Was that all of the bet, Sky,

to get me out of the way?



   

                   

- What do you take me for?

- Or was there more? Much more?



   

                   

Did you win the bet?

Did you truly win all of the bet?



   

                   

What do you take yourself for?



   

                   

- What kind of a doll are you?

- A daytime doll.



   

                   

A mission doll.



   

                   

Thank you. And now the feature attraction

of our all-new Four-D Follies,



   

                   

the Hot Box proudly presents

Miss Adelaide and her Debutantes.



   

                   

- Nicely-nicely, thank you.

- I didn't ask you how you are.



   

                   

- Don't.

- What are you doing here?



   

                   

- Where's Nathan?

- Nathan. That's what I'm doin' here.



   

                   

I'm supposed to bring

Miss Adelaide a message.



   

                   

I wish Nathan would bring

his own messages.



   

                   

He bought me the fur thing

five winters ago



   

                   

And the gown the following fall



   

                   

Then the necklace, the bag,

the hat and the shoes



   

                   

Oh what generous gifts I recall



   

                   

Then last night in his apartment



   

                   

He tried to remove them all



   

                   

And I said as I ran down the hall



   

                   

Take back your mink



   

                   

Take back your pearls



   

                   

What made you think



   

                   

That I was one of those girls?



   

                   

Take back the gown



   

                   

The shoes and the hat



   

                   

I may be down



   

                   

But I'm not flat as all that



   

                   

I thought that each expensive gift you'd

arranged was a token of your esteem



   

                   

Now when I think of

what you want in exchange



   

                   

It all seems a horrible dream



   

                   

So take back your mink



   

                   

To from whence it came



   

                   

And tell them to shorten the sleeves



   

                   

For some other dame



   

                   

Take back your mink



   

                   

Take back your pearls



   

                   

What made you think



   

                   

That I was one of those girls?



   

                   

I'm screaming take back the gown



   

                   

Take back the hat



   

                   

I may be down



   

                   

But I'm not flat as all that



   

                   

I thought that each expensive gift you'd

arranged was a token of your esteem



   

                   

But when I think

of what you want in exchange



   

                   

It all seems a horrible dream



   

                   

Take back your mink



   

                   

Those old worn-out pelts



   

                   

And go shorten the sleeves



   

                   

For somebody else



   

                   

Well, wouldn't you?



   

                   

I cannot do it. I cannot bring

myself to tell Miss Adelaide



   

                   

Nathan is not going to elope with her.



   

                   

- She is counting on him.

- Nathan is what he is.



   

                   

She oughta know better.

I thought the game broke up last night.



   

                   

Big Jule, being a large loser,

is insistent that the game goes on.



   

                   

- We find a place and the game goes on.

- Where?



   

                   

I could take you there,

but I must deliver this message first.



   

                   

I'll deliver it.

Meet me outside in five minutes.



   

                   

If you're lookin' for action,

the boys are pretty tired.



   

                   

No, I'm leaving town tonight, but I...



   

                   

I gave my marker to somebody

and I wanna make it good before I leave.



   

                   

You know something, Sky?

Suddenly I'm embarrassed.



   

                   

- I don't know which etiquette to use.

- Etiquette?



   

                   

Well, your being here tonight must have

something to do with the wedding.



   

                   

Nathan must have sent you

as one of his seconds or something?



   

                   

- Well, Nathan didn't exactly send me.

- Then I don't understand.



   

                   

I'm supposed to give you

a message from him.



   

                   

He's out there, isn't he? I mean,

Nathan's here tonight in the Hot Box?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

But tonight...



   

                   

Sky, we're eloping tonight.



   

                   

We're getting married tonight. In front of

all those people we talked about it.



   

                   

- Sky, he's just gotta be here!

- Well, he isn't.



   

                   

It seems that one of

Nathan's close relatives...



   

                   

- His aunt in Pittsburgh?

- That's the one.



   

                   

His floating aunt in Pittsburgh.



   

                   

- It's the crap game again.

- Does it surprise you? You know Nathan.



   

                   

- But he promised to change.

- Change!



   

                   

Who do you wanna marry? Nathan

or what you wanna make out of him?



   

                   

I wanna marry

and live normal like people.



   

                   

I wanna have a normal home

with wallpaper and book ends.



   

                   

Well, then, fall in love with people.

Not with gamblers.



   

                   

Adelaide...



   

                   

My daddy once told me:

No matter who you get married to,



   

                   

you wake up married to somebody else.

You take it the way the dice falls.



   

                   

But a guy doesn't wanna feel that

he's just like a piece of material



   

                   

a woman'll cut up and sew according to

the way they wear husbands this year.



   

                   

It's easy for you to talk.

You're not in love with Nathan.



   

                   

No, I'm not.



   

                   

Wait till you fall in love

with somebody you shouldn't.



   

                   

Wait till it happens to you.



   

                   

Yeah...



   

                   

Must be tough to take.



   

                   

I don't think Sky had any more to do with

what happened here last night than I did.



   

                   

That's why you buy

solid gold watches for a dollar.



   

                   

- Do you believe it?

- Whether he had a hand in it or not...



   

                   

- Do you believe it?

- They used our mission for their game.



   

                   

- But if Sky had nothing to do with it...

- Don't you understand?!



   

                   

All I could see was him running away

from the police with the rest of that trash.



   

                   

All I could see was that

he was one of them.



   

                   

And I never saw till now

how much in love with him you are.



   

                   

- I'll get over it.

- Why would anyone wanna get over



   

                   

the thing you hope for from the minute

you're born and remember till you die?



   

                   

- I'll get over it.

- Why?



   

                   

Because it's the greatest reward

that woman or man can have,



   

                   

to love and to be loved?



   

                   

I just wanna remind you.



   

                   

You hold my marker for   

or more sinners by midnight tonight.



   

                   

- Forget about it.

- I do not forget a marker.



   

                   

Well, last night the mission was filled

with your friends. Let's say we're even.



   

                   

If you don't make that marker good,

I'll buzz it all over town you're a welsher.



   

                   

- Time is running out. Where's the game?

- Only a ten-minute walk.



   

                   

- Which way?

- This way.



   

                   

Wait a minute! Where y'all goin'?



   

                   

- I come here to shoot crap.

- I had enough.



   

                   

How many days we all been here?



   

                   

As you can see, Big Jule,

the boys are fatigued from weariness,



   

                   

having been shooting crap

for quite a while now, namely    hours.



   

                   

I don't care who's tired.

I'm out    Gs. Nobody leaves.



   

                   

I am half dead.



   

                   

If you do not shut up,

Big Jule will arrange the other half.



   

                   

And since I've been cleaned out of cash,

I announce that I will now play on credit.



   

                   

Big Jule, you cannot imagine

how exhausted they are.



   

                   

Especially on a non-cash basis.

Me, personally, I'm fresh as a daisy.



   

                   

- Then I'll play with you.

- But I am not a player.



   

                   

- I am merely the operator.

- You been raking down out of every pot.



   

                   

You must have quite a bundle.



   

                   

Being I assume the risk, is it not fair

I should assume some dough?



   

                   

Detroit, I'm gonna roll ya, willy or nilly.



   

                   

If I lose... I'll give you my marker.



   

                   

- And if I lose?

- You will give him cash.



   

                   

Let me hear from Big Jule.



   

                   

You'll give me cash.



   

                   

I heard.



   

                   

Here's my marker. Put up your dough.



   

                   

- Anything wrong?

- "IOU one thousand. Signed X."



   

                   

How can you write "one thousand"

but not your signature?



   

                   

I was good in arithmetic

but I stunk in English.



   

                   

Here. This'll put you through Harvard.



   

                   

I'm rollin' the whole thousand.



   

                   

And to change my luck,

I'm going to use my own dice.



   

                   

- Your own dice?

- I had 'em made especially in Chicago.



   

                   

I do not wish to seem petty,

but may I have a look at those dice?



   

                   

But these dice ain't got no spots on 'em.

They're blank.



   

                   

I had the spots removed for luck. But I

remember where the spots formerly were.



   

                   

You are going to roll blank dice

and remember where the spots were?



   

                   

Detroit... do you doubt my memory?



   

                   

Big Jule, I have great trust in you.



   

                   

Five and a five. Ten. My points: ten.



   

                   

At least I got a chance.

He remembered a hard point.



   

                   

Ten. I win. Six and a four.



   

                   

- Which is the six and which is the four?

- Either way. I'm rollin' the     .



   

                   

Seven. I win.



   

                   

I could have sworn

he would've remembered that.



   

                   

Detroit...



   

                   

I'm gonna take it easy with you this time.



   

                   

I'm shootin' a dollar.



   

                   

I'll cover all of it.



   

                   

How do ya like that? Snake eyes. I lose.



   

                   

I won't even bother to pick it up.

Benny, pick it up.



   

                   

Detroit, I'm gonna give you a chance

to get even. I'm rollin' three Gs.



   

                   

Three Gs! But that's my whole bankroll.



   

                   

Three Gs. Get it up.



   

                   

Well, here we go.



   

                   

Down memory lane.



   

                   

Lucky me. Eleven.



   

                   

- I win.

- I'm clean.



   

                   

Seein' that I'm on a lucky streak,

I will now roll the rest of you guys.



   

                   

Wait a minute. You have got to

give me a chance to get even.



   

                   

I will now roll you with my dice.



   

                   

- What you gonna use for money?

- I will give you my marker.



   

                   

And against your marker,

you want Big Jule to put up cash?



   

                   

- Nathan done it.

- Yeah, I done it.



   

                   

- What kind of a deal is this?

- Take it easy.



   

                   

Him and his no-spot dice! Somebody

oughta knock the spots off of him.



   

                   

Hey, Nathan, do not make Big Jule

have to do somethin' to you.



   

                   

Detroit, I'm on my vacation.

Don't louse it up.



   

                   

What could you do me?

Shoot me? Put me in cement?



   

                   

At least I would know where I am.

I risk my neck to set up this crap game.



   

                   

I even promise to get married on

account of it. And where do I wind up?



   

                   

Broke, in a sewer. Believe me,

my tough friend from Chicago,



   

                   

nothing you could do to me

would not cheer me up.



   

                   

Here they are.



   

                   

- And how is everybody down here?

- I smell fresh blood. Lookin' for action?



   

                   

Not at the moment. I just came

to talk to some of my friends.



   

                   

- We're shootin' crap.

- It'll only take a minute.



   

                   

We're shootin' crap.



   

                   

I would like to talk to you

about Sarah Brown's mission,



   

                   

where you were interrupted last night.



   

                   

What kind of characters walk around the

sewers of New York? Who is this joker?



   

                   

Like I told you, he is the guy who was

tryin' to take the mission doll to Havana.



   

                   

Oh, him. I suggest you return the way

you came, back to your prayin' tomato.



   

                   

Around here your presence

is slowin' up the action.



   

                   

If you are so eager for action, would you

care to make a wager on a proposition?



   

                   

- Pray tell, what's the proposition?

- An old one my daddy taught me.



   

                   

- Now am I right-handed or left-handed?

- Now how would I know a thing like that?



   

                   

Well, I will give you a clue.



   

                   

Nathan, give me that gu...



   

                   

Now, to continue with

what I was talking about...



   

                   

Tonight in the mission

they are holding a prayer meeting.



   

                   

I promised to supply

that meeting with some sinners.



   

                   

When it comes to sinners, no sewer in the

world could provide such a congregation.



   

                   

I would consider it

a very great personal favour...



   

                   

I don't wanna spend no time

in no hallelujah joint.



   

                   

If not as a favour to me,

a favour to yourselves.



   

                   

The air in the mission smells cleaner

than it does down here.



   

                   

Rusty Charlie?



   

                   

Society Max?



   

                   

If anybody else would go, I would also go,

Sky. But you know me - I go anywhere.



   

                   

Well, thanks, Nathan,

but just you alone is not enough.



   

                   

Well, I tried.



   

                   

Sky...



   

                   

About that Havana business.



   

                   

I regret that I temporarily

do not have the      to pay you.



   

                   

I'm glad you reminded me, Nathan.



   

                   

You won the bet.



   

                   

But I thought you took

Miss Sarah to Havana.



   

                   

You thought wrong.



   

                   

Get on your feet, Big Jule.

I now have dough to roll you again.



   

                   

- But with real dice.

- Nothin' doin'.



   

                   

With honest dice, Big Jule

cannot make a pass to save his soul.



   

                   

- What did you say?

- I said, with real dice,



   

                   

Big Jule cannot make a pass

to save his soul.



   

                   

That's very interesting.



   

                   

Then maybe with honest dice,



   

                   

I can make a pass to save his soul.



   

                   

And yours and yours and yours.



   

                   

I'm gonna roll these dice.



   

                   

One roll. And on that roll I'm gonna bet

each of you $     against your soul.



   

                   

     cash against a marker for your soul.



   

                   

If I win, all of you show up

at the mission tonight. Have I got a bet?



   

                   

Let me get this - hold it. Let me get this.



   

                   

If you lose, then you gotta

give us each      bucks?



   

                   

But if you win, then we all gotta

show up at the mission doll's cabaret?



   

                   

Save-A-Soul Mission, midnight.

One meeting.



   

                   

- If you lose,      apiece?

-      apiece.



   

                   

- Well, that's OK by me.

- What have I got to lose?



   

                   

What's the delay, Sky?

You turnin' chicken?



   

                   

You know better than that, Horse.

You've seen me roll for twice as much.



   

                   

Only I got...



   

                   

I got a lot more than money

riding on this one.



   

                   

They call you Lady Luck



   

                   

But there is room for doubt



   

                   

At times you have a very unladylike way



   

                   

Of runnin' out



   

                   

You're on this date with me



   

                   

The pickings have been lush



   

                   

And yet before this evening is over



   

                   

You might give me the brush



   

                   

You might forget your manners,

you might refuse to stay



   

                   

And so the best that I can do



   

                   

Is pray



   

                   

Luck, be a lady tonight



   

                   

Luck, be a lady tonight



   

                   

Luck, if you've ever been

a lady to begin with



   

                   

Luck, be a lady tonight



   

                   

Luck, let a gentleman see



   

                   

How nice a dame you can be



   

                   

I know the way you've treated

other guys you've been with



   

                   

Luck, be a lady with me



   

                   

A lady doesn't leave her escort



   

                   

It isn't fair, it isn't nice



   

                   

A lady doesn't wander all over the room



   

                   

And blow on some other guy's dice



   

                   

So let's keep the party polite



   

                   

Never get out of my sight



   

                   

Stick with me, baby,

I'm the fella you came in with



   

                   

Luck, be a lady



   

                   

Luck, be a lady



   

                   

Luck, be a lady tonight



   

                   

A lady wouldn't flirt with strangers



   

                   

She'd have a heart, she'd have a soul



   

                   

A lady wouldn't make

little snake eyes at me



   

                   

When I've bet my life on this roll



   

                   

So let's keep the party polite



   

                   

Why don't he shoot?



   

                   

-  Never get out of my sight

-  Come on! Quit stalling!



   

                   

Stick with me, baby,

I'm the fella you came in with



   

                   

-  Be a lady

-  Sky's turnin' yellow!



   

                   

-  Luck, be a lady

-  What are you scared of?



   

                   

-  Luck, be a lady

-  What's the matter? Roll the dice!



   

                   

-  Tonight

-  Comin' out, comin' out



   

                   

Comin' out, comin' out, comin' out right



   

                   

- I tell ya, I don't wanna go there!

- But, Big Jule, you give your marker.



   

                   

And if you welsh, this will

cause me no little embarrassment.



   

                   

I am sure you do not wanna

cause me embarrassment.



   

                   

Well, if it ever gets back to Chicago

that I went to a prayer meeting,



   

                   

no decent person will talk to me.



   

                   

- Adelaide!

- How clumsy of me.



   

                   

So sorry. An awkward coincident.



   

                   

Adelaide, listen. I sent Nicely

especially to explain about tonight.



   

                   

- If you knew what I'd been through.

- Please. Let us not have a vulgar scene.



   

                   

After all, we're civilised people. We do

not have to conduct ourselves like a slob.



   

                   

Adelaide, what is this? How can you be

so upset over one lousy elopement?



   

                   

I am not upset. I have succeeded in

your not being able to upset me no more.



   

                   

I have got you completely out of my...



   

                   

- Gesundheit.

- ..system.



   

                   

Oh, Nathan!



   

                   

Adelaide, baby.



   

                   

Don't do that to me.

I can't stand it when you cry.



   

                   

Look, we'll get married, I promise you.

And we'll have what you always wanted.



   

                   

A little white house with a green fence.



   

                   

Just like the Whitney colours.



   

                   

Oh, Nathan. If I could only believe you.



   

                   

We could still make everything all right.



   

                   

- We could elope right now.

- Adelaide, could we?



   

                   

I almost forgot...

but right at this time I cannot.



   

                   

- Why not?

- I'm gonna tell the truth,



   

                   

- but you will not believe me.

- Nathan, why can't we elope?



   

                   

I have to go to a prayer meeting.



   

                   

That is the biggest and most

unforgivable lie you have ever told me.



   

                   

It's true. I promise you.



   

                   

You promise me this,

you promise me that



   

                   

You promise me everything

under the sun, but you give me a kiss



   

                   

And you're grabbin' your hat

and you're off to the races again



   

                   

-  When I think of the time gone by

- Adelaide, Adelaide...



   

                   

-  And I think of the way I try

- Adelaide...



   

                   

I could honestly die



   

                   

Call a lawyer and sue me, sue me



   

                   

What can you do me?



   

                   

I love you



   

                   

Give a holler and hate me, hate me



   

                   

-  Go ahead, hate me, I love you

-  The best years of my life



   

                   

I was a fool to give to you



   

                   

All right already,

I'm just a no-goodnik



   

                   

All right already, it's true



   

                   

So nu?



   

                   

So sue me, sue me



   

                   

What can you do me?



   

                   

I love you



   

                   

You gamble it here, you gamble it there,

you gamble on everything all except me



   

                   

And I'm sick of you keepin' me up in

the air till you're back in the money again



   

                   

-  When I think of the time gone by

- Adelaide, Adelaide...



   

                   

-  And I think of the way I try

- Adelaide...



   

                   

I could honestly die



   

                   

Serve a paper and sue me, sue me



   

                   

What can you do me?



   

                   

I love you



   

                   

Give a holler and hate me, hate me



   

                   

-  Go ahead, hate me, I love you

-  When you wind up in jail



   

                   

Don't come to me to bail you out



   

                   

All right already, so call a policeman



   

                   

All right already, it's true



   

                   

So nu?



   

                   

So sue me, sue me



   

                   

What can you do me?



   

                   

I love you



   

                   

You're at it again,

you're running the game



   

                   

I'm not gonna play second fiddle to that



   

                   

I'm sick and I'm tired of starting a row

and I'm telling you now that we're through



   

                   

-  When I think of the time gone by

- Adelaide, Adelaide...



   

                   

-  And I think of the way I try

- Adelaide!



   

                   

I could honestly die



   

                   

Sue me, sue me



   

                   

Shoot bullets through me



   

                   

I love you



   

                   

According to my wrist chronometer,

it's well past midnight.



   

                   

If this big meeting were going

to be as big as you'd hoped,



   

                   

- by now somebody...

- You're quite right, General.



   

                   

- Sarah.

- Why keep up this silly pretending?



   

                   

It was childish of us to think we could

suddenly make sinners appear



   

                   

when we've failed

so miserably up to now.



   

                   

And when I say "we", General,

I mean I've failed.



   

                   

Welcome, brothers, welcome!

Come in, come in!



   

                   

Come on. Move in. Move in. Everybody in.



   

                   

Hats off. Step along.



   

                   

You too, Big Jule.



   

                   

Move it. Come on, kid.



   

                   

Keep movin'. Come on.



   

                   

Is everybody accounted for?



   

                   

- Where's Nathan Detroit?

- Present.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Well, I made good my marker.

I oughta ask you to return it,



   

                   

but it would break up

your pretty set of thoughts for today.



   

                   

When you get around to it,

mark it "paid in full".



   

                   

Won't you gentlemen sit down?



   

                   

Sit down. Do as you're told.



   

                   

On behalf of General Cartwright, Sergeant

Sarah Brown and the rest of us...



   

                   

The army's certainly changed. In the next

war I wanna be a Red Cross nurse.



   

                   

Quiet!



   

                   

I would like to remind you, you are

no longer on your knees in a sewer,



   

                   

but sitting in a mission. I trust that

there will be no further unpleasantness.



   

                   

And now,

since I depart to move on to other places,



   

                   

I'm appointing

Nathan Detroit as my deputy.



   

                   

Nathan, I hand you all their markers,

to be returned when they are made good.



   

                   

Anybody who does not play

strictly according to Hoyle



   

                   

will answer to me personally.



   

                   

And that means in person.



   

                   

What a remarkable young man.



   

                   

I will add nothin' to what Sky said,

except to say that there are many here



   

                   

upon who, if they get outta line,

I would squeal with pleasure.



   

                   

Brother Arvide, your dice.



   

                   

Gentlemen, our meeting will be

conducted by the regional director



   

                   

of the Save-A-Soul Mission,

General Cartwright.



   

                   

I have rarely attended a meeting

in any of our branches



   

                   

which could boast of

so many evil-Iooking sinners.



   

                   

Now surely your hearts must be heavy

with sins to which you want to confess.



   

                   

Who will be the first to start

by giving testimony?



   

                   

- Benny Southstreet, give testimony.

- I plead the fifth commandment.



   

                   

Come, brothers.

We know how difficult it is.



   

                   

But if one will open your heart,

the others will follow.



   

                   

Benny, this is an order.

Tell the people what a bum you are.



   

                   

Well... I was always a bad guy.



   

                   

I was even a bad gambler. I would like

to be a good guy and a good gambler.



   

                   

I thank you.



   

                   

- Who will be next?

- Big Jule.



   

                   

What's the pitch?



   

                   

Tell the people all the terrible things

you done but ain't gonna do no more.



   

                   

And watch your language.



   

                   

Well, I used to be bad when I was a kid.



   

                   

But ever since then I've gone straight,

as I can prove by my record -



   

                   

   arrests and no convictions.



   

                   

- Horse.

- No.



   

                   

- Harry the Horse.

- Go ahead.



   

                   

Well, when Sky was rollin' us

against our souls, I...



   

                   

- I beg your pardon?

- Sky Masterson.



   

                   

He rolled us      bucks.

That's why we're here.



   

                   

- I don't think I understand.

- I'll interpret for you, General.



   

                   

He means that they are here only because

Sky Masterson won them in a dice game.



   

                   

Then this whole meeting,

in a way, is the result of gambling.



   

                   

Fire fought with fire.



   

                   

Sergeant Sarah,

you are to be congratulated.



   

                   

Congratulations, Sarah.



   

                   

Thank you so much.



   

                   

I ain't finished my testimony yet.



   

                   

So, my sin is that when Sky was rollin' us,



   

                   

I wished that I could win the      bucks

instead of havin' to come here.



   

                   

But now that I'm here,



   

                   

I still wish it.



   

                   

Something very funny has been

happening to me. Sitting here, I mean.



   

                   

Like I've been remembering a dream.



   

                   

Tell us, Nicely. Tell us in your own words.



   

                   

Yeah, that's it. A dream.



   

                   

I dreamed last night

I got on the boat to heaven



   

                   

And by some chance

I had brought my dice along



   

                   

And there I stood

and I hollered "Someone fade me!"



   

                   

But the passengers,

they knew right from wrong



   

                   

For the people all said sit down,

sit down, you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

People all said sit down,

sit down, you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

And the devil'll drag you under

by the sharp lapel of your chequered coat



   

                   

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,

sit down, you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

I sailed away

on that little boat to heaven



   

                   

And by some chance

found a bottle in my fist



   

                   

And there I stood,

nicely passin' out the whisky



   

                   

But the passengers were bound to resist



   

                   

For the people all said beware,

you're on a heavenly trip



   

                   

People all said beware,

beware, you'll scuttle the ship



   

                   

And the devil'll drag you under

by the fancy tie round your wicked throat



   

                   

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,

sit down, you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

And as I laughed

at those passengers to heaven



   

                   

A great big wave came

and washed me overboard



   

                   

And as I sank and I hollered

"Someone save me!"



   

                   

That's the moment I woke up



   

                   

-  Thank the Lord

-  Thank the Lord



   

                   

Thank the Lord



   

                   

And I said to myself sit down,

sit down, you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

Said to myself sit down,

sit down, you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

And the devil'll drag you under,

with a soul so heavy you'd never float



   

                   

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,

sit down, you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,

you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,

you're rockin' the boat



   

                   

-  Sit down

-  You're rockin'



   

                   

The boat



   

                   

Now, Brother Brannigan,

what can we do for you?



   

                   

Maybe you would like to testify?



   

                   

I'll do my testifying in court,



   

                   

where I will testify that you ran a

crap game here in the mission last night.



   

                   

A crap game? In the mission?



   

                   

Miss Sarah, you were standing right there

when they ran out. You saw them.



   

                   

Aren't these the men?



   

                   

You must be mistaken, Lieutenant.



   

                   

I never saw these gentlemen

before in my life.



   

                   

There's a right broad.



   

                   

And now if you'll excuse us, Lieutenant,

we'd like to go on with our meeting.



   

                   

Tell me somethin'.

Is my name Brannigan?



   

                   

- When last seen.

- Thanks.



   

                   

I was beginnin' to wonder.



   

                   

On behalf of everybody concerned,

thanks, Miss Sarah.



   

                   

Also at this time I would like

to personally make a confession.



   

                   

General,

we did shoot crap here last night,



   

                   

but unbeknownst to anybody

connected with the mission.



   

                   

And for this we're all sorry.



   

                   

Ain't we, boys?



   

                   

I'm really sorry.



   

                   

I did another terrible thing.

I bet a certain guy that he could not take



   

                   

a certain doll away with him

on a trip to Havana.



   

                   

I know this I should not have done,

although it did not do no harm because...



   

                   

Well, I won the bet.



   

                   

- You won the bet?

- Sure.



   

                   

The guy told me

he did not take the doll away.



   

                   

And for this I feel much better.



   

                   

Gentlemen, we will now sing number    

in your songbook - "Follow the Fold".



   

                   

You will find it on page   .



   

                   

Follow the fold and stray no more



   

                   

Stray no more, stray no more



   

                   

Put down the bottle

and we'll say no more



   

                   

Follow, follow the fold



   

                   

Brothers and sisters, as you know,

traffic is heavy this time of night,



   

                   

so our ceremony will be brief.



   

                   

Do you, Sarah Brown, take Sky Masterson

to be your lawful wedded husband?



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

Do you, Sky Masterson, take Sarah Brown

to be your lawful wedded wife?



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

Do you, Adelaide, take Nathan Detroit

to be your lawful wedded husband?



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

Do you, Nathan Detroit, take Miss

Adelaide to be your lawful wedded wife?



   

                   

- He does.

- He's gotta say it.



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

Then, under the authority granted me by

the state, county and city of New York,



   

                   

I hereby pronounce you men and wives.



   

                   

When you see a guy

reach for stars in the sky



   

                   

You can bet that

he's doin' it for some doll



   

                   

When you spot a John

waiting out in the rain



   

                   

Chances are he's insane

as only a John can be for a Jane



   

                   

When you meet a gent

paying all kinds of rent



   

                   

For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal



   

                   

Call it sad, call it funny



   

                   

But it's better than even money



   

                   

That the guy's only doing it



   

                   

For some doll











  

  

  

 
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