Hello Dolly! Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Hello Dolly! Script

  
                   
Call on Dolly

 
                   
If your neighbour needs a new romance

 
                   
Just name the kind of man your sister
wants, and she'll snatch him up

 
                   
Don't forget to bring your maiden aunts
and she'll match 'em up

 
                   
Call on

 
                   
"Mrs Dolly Levi."

 
                   
She's the one the spinsters recommend

 
                   
She even found a lovely bride
for poor cousin Isadore

 
                   
"Social introductions arranged."

  
                   
Drag your single relations out

  
                   
In a week you'll have to
send engraved invitations out

  
                   
"In an atmosphere of elegance
and refinement."

  
                   
Call on Dolly

  
                   
"Object: matrimony."

  
                   
If your eldest daughter needs a friend

  
                   
Just name the kind of man your sister
wants, and she'll snatch him up

  
                   
Don't forget to bring your maiden aunts
and she'll match 'em up

  
                   
Call on Dolly

  
                   
If your eldest daughter needs a friend

  
                   
I have always been a woman
who arranges things

  
                   
For the pleasure and the profit it derives

  
                   
I have always been a woman
who arranges things

  
                   
Like furniture and daffodils and lives

  
                   
If you want your sister courted,
brother wed or cheese imported

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
If you want your roof inspected,
eyebrows tweezed or bills collected

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
If you want your daughter dated,
or some marriage consummated

  
                   
For a rather modest fee

  
                   
If you want a husband spotted,
boyfriend traced or chicken potted

  
                   
I'll arrange for making all arrangements

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
- Business or pleasure, Mrs Levi?
- Mr Jones, business is always a pleasure.

  
                   
And you've got more businesses
than a dog has fleas!

  
                   
As my late husband, Ephraim Levi,
used to say:

  
                   
"If you have to live from hand to mouth,
you better be ambidextrous!"

  
                   
If you want your ego bolstered,
muscles toned or chair upholstered

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
Charming social introductions,
expert mandolin instructions

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
If you want your culture rounded,
French improved or torso pounded

  
                   
With a ten-year guarantee

  
                   
If you want a birth recorded,
collies bred or kittens boarded

  
                   
I'll proceed to plan the whole procedure

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
- Where to, Dolly?
- Yonkers.

  
                   
To handle a highly personal
matter for Mr Vandergelder,

  
                   
the well-known unmarried half-a-millionaire.

  
                   
- Gonna marry him yourself?
- Why, Mr Sullivan,

  
                   
whatever put such
a preposterous idea into my head?

  
                   
Your head.

  
                   
If you want a law abolished,
jury swayed or toenails polished

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
If you want your liver tested,
glasses made, cash invested

  
                   
Just leave everything to me

  
                   
If you want your children coddled,
corsets boned or furs remodelled

  
                   
Or some nice, fresh fricassee

  
                   
If you want your bustle shifted,
wedding planned or bosom lifted

  
                   
Don't be ashamed, girls!
Life is full of secrets and I keep 'em!

  
                   
I'll discreetly use my own discretion

  
                   
I'll arrange for making all arrangements

  
                   
I'll proceed to plan the whole procedure

  
                   
Just leave everything

  
                   
To me

  
                   
- And I'm telling you that I will marry her!
- Not without my permission, you won't!

  
                   
This is a free country, not a private kingdom.
She's consented and I'll marry her.

  
                   
- I'm telling you that you won't.
- I'm telling you I will.

  
                   
- Never.
- Tomorrow. Today.

  
                   
Ermengarde is not for you.
You can't support her. You are an artist.

  
                   
- I make a good living.
- A living, Mr Kemper,

  
                   
is made by selling something that
everybody needs at least once a year.

  
                   
And a million is made by producing
something everybody needs every day.

  
                   
You artists, you painters, produce
nothing that nobody needs, never.

  
                   
You might as well know, any way we can find
to get married is right and fair and we'll do it.

  
                   
You are an impractical,
seven-foot-tall nincompoop.

  
                   
- That's an insult.
- All the facts about you are insults.

  
                   
- Thank you for the honour of your visit.
- Ermengarde is of age and there's no law...

  
                   
Law? The law is there to prevent crime. Men
of sense are there to prevent foolishness.

  
                   
It is I that will prevent you
from marrying my niece.

  
                   
And I've already taken the necessary steps.
Mrs Dolly Levi is on her way here even now.

  
                   
Dolly Levi? Your marriage broker?

  
                   
Never mind that. She'll pick up Ermengarde
and take her to New York,

  
                   
and keep her there
until this foolishness is over.

  
                   
- We'll see about that.
- Thank you again for the honour...

  
                   
You have to sit still, Mr Vandergelder. If I cut
your throat it will be practically unintentional.

  
                   
  % of the people in this world are fools and
the rest are in great danger of contamination.

  
                   
Enough of this.
I'm a busy man with things to do.

  
                   
A scraped chin is the least of them.

  
                   
I did the best I could, Mr Vandergelder.

  
                   
- Joe.
- Yes?

  
                   
I've got special reasons
for looking my best today.

  
                   
Is there something a little extra
you can do? A little special?

  
                   
What?

  
                   
You know, do some of those things you do
to the young fellas. Smarten me up a little bit.

  
                   
Face massage. A little perfume water.

  
                   
All I know is    cents' worth, like usual,
and that includes all that's decent to do.

  
                   
Listen, I don't want you blabbing this,
but I need something extra today

  
                   
because I'm going to New York to call on a
very refined lady, name of Miss Irene Molloy.

  
                   
Your callin' on ladies is none
of my business, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
- Hold your horses, Joe.
- Uncle Horace!

   
                   
- Uncle Horace!
- Yes, what is it?

   
                   
- What have you done to Ambrose?
- I had a quiet talk with him.

   
                   
- You did?
- Yes, I explained to him that he's a fool.

   
                   
- Oh, Uncle!
- Weeping, weeping - a waste of water.

   
                   
I've done you a good turn.
You'll thank me when you're   .

   
                   
But, Uncle, I love him.

   
                   
Save your tears for New York,
where they won't be noticed.

   
                   
- But I love him!
- You don't.

   
                   
- But I do!
- Leave those things to me.

   
                   
If I don't marry Ambrose, I know I'll die!

   
                   
- Of what?
- A broken heart.

   
                   
Never heard of it. Are you ready
for Mrs Levi when she comes?

   
                   
Yes.

   
                   
Well, get ready some more and
stay in your room until she arrives.

   
                   
Cornelius!

   
                   
Barnaby!

   
                   
Barnaby!

   
                   
Cornelius! Barnaby!

   
                   
- You stamped, Mr Vandergelder?
- Yes, I stamped.

   
                   
- Are my niece's bags at the railroad station?
- Yes.

   
                   
- And you, did you label them properly?
- Yes.

   
                   
Good. I'm going to New York on important
business, then I'll be marching in the parade.

   
                   
- Yes, Mr Vandergelder.
- I'm planning to stay at the Central Hotel.

   
                   
We've never been here alone,
Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Now, in honour of the occasion, I'll promote
you both. Cornelius, how old are you?

   
                   
  ¾, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Is that all? That's a foolish age
to be at. I thought you were   .

   
                   
No, I'm   ¾.

   
                   
Well, a man's not worth a cent till he's   . We
pay him wages until then to make mistakes.

   
                   
- Anyway, I'm promoting you to chief clerk.
- Chief clerk?

   
                   
Well, what am I now?

   
                   
You're an impertinent fool. If you behave,
I'll promote you from fool to chief clerk,

   
                   
with a raise in your wages.

   
                   
Thank you, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
You, Barnaby, I'm promoting you from
idiot apprentice to incompetent clerk.

   
                   
- Thank you, Mr Vandergelder.
- Mr Vandergelder? Mr Vandergelder?

   
                   
What is it?

   
                   
Does the chief clerk get
one evening off a week?

   
                   
So that's how you thank me, eh?
No, sir. You'll attend to the store as usual.

   
                   
You keep on asking for evenings free
and you'll find you have all your days free.

   
                   
Yes, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
And when I come back I wanna hear
that you ran the place perfectly.

   
                   
- If I hear of any foolishness, I'll fire you both.
- Yes, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
You might as well know it now. When I return
there will be some changes around here.

   
                   
- You're going to have a mistress.
- I'm too young, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Not yours, idiot. Mine. I mean,
I'm planning to get married.

   
                   
- Married?
- Yes, married. Any objections?

   
                   
- No, but...
- No, many congratulations, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
- And to the lady.
- That's none of your business.

   
                   
- Any questions?
- No, but...

   
                   
- But what?
- But I mean...

   
                   
- Speak up.
- Why?

   
                   
- Why what, damn it! Speak up!
- Why are you getting married?

   
                   
Let me tell you something, son.

   
                   
I've worked hard and I've become
rich... and friendless and mean.

   
                   
And in America it's about
as far as you can go.

   
                   
It's time to be doing
something a little bit foolish.

   
                   
Besides, I need a steady housekeeper.

   
                   
It takes a woman, all powdered and pink

   
                   
To joyously clean out the drain in the sink

   
                   
And it takes an angel
with long, golden lashes

   
                   
And soft Dresden fingers
for dumping the ashes

   
                   
Yes, it takes a woman, a dainty woman

   
                   
A sweetheart, a mistress, a wife

   
                   
Oh, yes, it takes a woman

   
                   
A fragile woman

   
                   
To bring you the sweet things in life

   
                   
The frail young maiden,
who's constantly there

   
                   
For washing and blueing,
and shoeing the mare

   
                   
And it takes a female for setting the table

   
                   
And weaning the Guernsey
and cleaning the stable

   
                   
Yes, it takes a woman

   
                   
A dainty woman

   
                   
A sweetheart, a mistress, a wife

   
                   
Oh, yes, it takes a woman

   
                   
A fragile woman

   
                   
To bring you the sweet things in life

   
                   
And so she'll work until infinity

   
                   
Three cheers for femininity

   
                   
God bless fem-i-nin-i-ty

   
                   
And in the winter she'll shovel the ice

   
                   
And lovingly set out the traps for the mice

   
                   
She's a joy and treasure
for, practically speaking,

   
                   
To whom can you turn
when the plumbing is leaking?

   
                   
To that dainty woman

   
                   
That fragile woman

   
                   
That sweetheart, that mistress, that wife

   
                   
That womanly wife

   
                   
Oh, yes, it takes a woman

   
                   
A husky woman

   
                   
To bring you the sweet things in life

   
                   
Oh, yes, it takes a woman

   
                   
A dainty woman

   
                   
A sweetheart, a mistress, a wife

   
                   
Oh, yes, it takes a woman

   
                   
A fragile woman

   
                   
To bring you the sweet things in life

   
                   
Well, well, well, well, well.

   
                   
Good morning, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Mr Hackl. Mr Tucker.

   
                   
- Gentlemen.
- Good morning, ma'am.

   
                   
Uh, morning, Mrs Levi.

   
                   
How handsome you look today. Ooh,
you absolutely take my breath away.

   
                   
Ermengarde is crying her eyes out. You can
take her to New York, but blow her nose first.

   
                   
If only Irene Molloy could see you now.

   
                   
Find someplace else to loaf. And you two
get back to the store. Go on!

   
                   
And don't forget to put
the lid on the sheep dip.

   
                   
I don't know what's come over you lately, but
you seem to be growing younger every day.

   
                   
Well, if a man eats careful, there's
no reason why he should look old.

   
                   
- You never said a truer word.
- Even if I never see   ... uh,    again.

   
                   
  . I can see that you're the sort
that will be stamping about at    

   
                   
eating five meals a day,
like my Uncle Harry, may he rest in peace.

   
                   
Let me see your hand, Mr Vandergelder.
Oh, show me your hand.

   
                   
- Why?
- I'm a judge of hands. I read hands.

   
                   
- And I use them to get things done.
- Oh! Lord in heaven! Goodness gracious!

   
                   
Oh, I just can't believe it.
It's such a long lifeline.

   
                   
- Where?
- From here... I don't know where it goes.

   
                   
It runs right off your hand.
They'll have to hit you with a mallet.

   
                   
They'll have to stifle you with
a sofa pillow. You'll bury us all.

   
                   
I will?

   
                   
Say, you're all spiffed up
today, aren't you?

   
                   
- Yes.
- And not for this smelly horse, either.

   
                   
Well, if I had to guess,
I'd say you was goin' somewhere.

   
                   
Remarkable, Mrs Levi. How do you do it?

   
                   
Two and two is four, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
With a head like yours
you'll be a rich woman someday.

   
                   
That's exactly what I had in mind.

   
                   
Then I suggest you go about your
business and pick up Ermengarde,

   
                   
- for which I am paying you good money.
- Speaking of business, Mr Vandergelder,

   
                   
I suppose you've given up
all idea of getting married?

   
                   
Is that what you suppose?

   
                   
Then suppose you listen to this, Mrs Levi.

   
                   
I've decided... I've practically decided
to ask Irene Molloy to be my wife.

   
                   
- You have?
- Yes, I have.

   
                   
I'm going to New York and discuss it
with her this very afternoon.

   
                   
Well, that is just about the best news
I have ever heard, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Oh, yes, indeed. Marvellous news.
Oh, dear me. Isn't it wonderful?

   
                   
I mean, I'm racking my brain, trying to
think of something that's made me happier,

   
                   
but I just can't come up with a thing,
because this is just too wonderful.

   
                   
Well, it's all your fault, you know.

   
                   
You put me into this marryin' frame of mind
with all your introductions and scheming.

   
                   
- A widow has to earn a living.
- One day I wake up,

   
                   
- and the house seems like an empty shell.
- Certainly is.

   
                   
- And messy, too.
- Certainly is.

   
                   
A man needs someone
to take out the garbage.

   
                   
And Irene Molloy's just the one
to do it. Oh, darling girl.

   
                   
Well, I think it's perfectly wonderful
what's going to happen in your household.

   
                   
I never did like the idea of all that money
of yours lying around in piles in the bank,

   
                   
so useless and motionless. As my late
husband, Ephraim Levi, used to say:

   
                   
"Money should circulate like rainwater."

   
                   
"It should flow down among the people,
through little dressmakers and restaurants,

   
                   
setting up a business here,
furnishing a good time there."

   
                   
I just know that you and Mrs Vandergelder
will see that all your hard-earned wealth

   
                   
starts flowing in and around
many people's lives, just flowing...

   
                   
- All right. Stop saying that!
- Pouring out...

   
                   
So there's nothing more for me to do
but wish you happiness

   
                   
- and say goodbye.
- Yes, well, goodbye.

   
                   
And when I get to New York, I'll tell the girl
I had lined up for you, the heiress, not to wait.

   
                   
- What did you say?
- Oh, nothing, nothing. A word. "Heiress."

   
                   
Well, just a minute. That's kind of
unusual, isn't it, Mrs Levi?

   
                   
Well, I haven't been wearing myself to the
bone hunting up usual girls to interest you.

   
                   
But now all that's too late.
You're engaged to marry Irene Molloy.

   
                   
- I am not engaged.
- I cannot keep upsetting...

   
                   
the finest women around
unless you mean business.

   
                   
- Who said I don't mean business?
- You're playing a very dangerous game.

   
                   
- Dangerous?
- Of course it's dangerous. It's called:

   
                   
"tampering with a woman's affections". The
only way to save yourself from that charge

   
                   
is to get married
to someone soon, very soon.

   
                   
- Don't worry.
- I won't.

   
                   
I'll meet you in front of
Irene Molloy's hat shop at  .  .

   
                   
- Never mind. You've done your work.
- I wouldn't miss it for the world.

   
                   
I want to be there to make sure
nothing goes wrong.

   
                   
Just tend to Ermengarde or else I'll ask
you to return the fee I gave you for that.

   
                   
- Speaking of money...
- Oh, no. How much?

   
                   
Well, I left my money in the handbag I took
to the cleaner's just before it burned down.

   
                   
  ! Oh, bless you, and don't you worry
your handsome head about a thing.

   
                   
Just keep all your thoughts
on that lovely Irene Molloy.

   
                   
It takes a woman to quietly plan

   
                   
To take him and change him
to her kind of man

   
                   
And to gently lead him
where fortune can find him

   
                   
And not let him know

   
                   
That the power behind him

   
                   
Was that dainty woman

   
                   
That fragile woman

   
                   
That sweetheart

   
                   
That mistress

   
                   
That... wife

   
                   
If he had any taste at all,
he'd have the shutters done over in green.

   
                   
Mm, forest-green shutters.

   
                   
- What are you doing?
- Hurry!

   
                   
- My uncle...
- He just left. Now quick! We're running away.

   
                   
- Running away?
- Hurry, before the train gets here!

   
                   
- Train?
- To New York, to get married.

   
                   
- We're going to elope.
- Elope? That's such an awful word.

   
                   
- Oh, Ermengarde.
- My, what a romantic scene.

   
                   
Oh, Mrs Levi, please explain to Ambrose.
I wanna marry him, but not elope.

   
                   
- This doesn't concern Mrs Levi.
- Everything concerns Dolly Levi.

   
                   
- Don't listen to her. I know why you're here.
- To help. Love needs all the help it can get.

   
                   
- Wait a minute. Listen to me.
- There's no time.

   
                   
Can we climb in? I feel
an updraught in my underpants.

   
                   
- Oh, Mrs Levi!
- This is no way to elope.

   
                   
If you follow my suggestions, not only will he
let you marry but he'll dance at your wedding.

   
                   
And not alone, either.
Mr Kemper, can you dance?

   
                   
- Dance? I'm an artist, Mrs Levi. I paint.
- No problem.

   
                   
- "Mrs Levi. Painters taught how to dance."
- Here's what we'll do.

   
                   
- I'm going to take you to New York.
- See? I told you.

   
                   
You will stay close by. Tonight you will
take her to dinner at the Harmonia Gardens.

   
                   
There's this man, Rudolph Reisenweber.
He knows me well.

   
                   
We'll enter you in the polka contest.

   
                   
The prize is a gold cup and
some money, and you'll win it.

   
                   
- Oh, the cups we won, my husband and I.
- Now, wait a minute.

   
                   
I'm surprised you have
acquaintances in a place like that.

   
                   
Not acquaintances, Ermengarde. Friends.
Dear friends from days gone by.

   
                   
My late husband, Ephraim Levi, believed
in life, any place you could find it,

   
                   
wherever there were people,
all kinds of people.

   
                   
And every Friday night,
even when times were bad,

   
                   
every Friday night, like clockwork,

   
                   
down those stairs of the Harmonia
Gardens we came, Ephraim and I.

   
                   
Not acquaintances, Ermengarde. Friends.

   
                   
It's all very well for you,
but you're suggesting that we...

   
                   
Mr Kemper, do you or do you not wish to
show Horace that you mean business?

   
                   
Yes!

   
                   
All right, then. Go to the Harmonia
Gardens and say that Mrs Levi sent you.

   
                   
And, oh... yes, well, tell Rudolph...
tell Rudolph that Dolly's coming back.

   
                   
And I want a table for two
and a chicken for eight o'clock.

   
                   
Mr Vandergelder will learn of your triumph
and everything will work out beautifully.

   
                   
- But how, Mrs Levi? How?
- How?

   
                   
  ¾ years old and I still don't
get an evening free.

   
                   
When am I gonna begin to live?

   
                   
Barnaby? How much money have you got?

   
                   
- Huh?
- I mean, that you can get your hands on?

   
                   
- About three dollars. Why?
- Barnaby, you and I are going to New York.

   
                   
Cornelius, we can't. Close the store?

   
                   
We'll have to, cos some rotten cans
of chicken mash are going to explode.

   
                   
- Holy cabooses! How do you know?
- Because I'll light some candles under them.

   
                   
They'll make such a stink that customers
won't be able to come in for    hours.

   
                   
That'll get us an evening free. We are going
to New York and we are gonna live.

   
                   
We're gonna have a good meal,
be in danger, get almost arrested.

   
                   
- And we're gonna spend all our money.
- Holy cabooses!

   
                   
And one more thing. We are not coming back
to Yonkers until we've each kissed a girl.

   
                   
Cornelius, you can't do that.
You don't know any girls.

   
                   
I'm   ¾. I gotta begin sometime.

   
                   
I'm only   ½.
With me it's not so urgent.

   
                   
May I make a suggestion, gentlemen?

   
                   
Mrs Levi.

   
                   
- I just couldn't help hearing.
- We'll be fired.

   
                   
- We were only talking.
- Mr Hackl, Mr Tucker,

   
                   
there is nothing that makes me happier
than the thought of two fine young men

   
                   
enjoying the company of two lovely ladies.

   
                   
- What ladies? Where?
- In New York, Mr Hackl,

   
                   
to which, unless my ears
play me tricks, you are bound.

   
                   
Now, there's this millinery shop
run by a charming woman.

   
                   
- "Irene Molloy"?
- And her attractive assistant, Minnie Fay.

   
                   
And now that you've noted
the address, I have only this to say.

   
                   
Two o'clock in the afternoon there
is the ideal time for friendly conversation.

   
                   
Definitely no later than  .  .

   
                   
And if you ever say that
this was my suggestion,

   
                   
well, I should denounce you both
for the terrible liars that you are.

   
                   
- A millinery shop.
- Women who work!

   
                   
- Adventure, Barnaby.
- I'm scared.

   
                   
- Living, Barnaby.
- I'm scared.

   
                   
- Will ya come, Barnaby?
- Yes, Cornelius! Yes!

   
                   
The lights of Broadway! Elevated trains!
The stuffed whale at Barnum's museum!

   
                   
Stuffed whale! Wow!

   
                   
Women who work! Wow!

   
                   
All clear up here, Cornelius!
You gonna light 'em all?

   
                   
Cornelius, look out! That bottom row,
they're swelled up like they're ready to burst!

   
                   
- Holy cabooses! What a smell!
- Let's get dressed, Barnaby.

   
                   
We're going to New York!

   
                   
Out there

   
                   
There's a world outside of Yonkers

   
                   
Way out there beyond
this hick town, Barnaby

   
                   
There's a slick town, Barnaby

   
                   
Out there

   
                   
Full of shine and full of sparkle

   
                   
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby

   
                   
Listen, Barnaby

   
                   
Put on your Sunday clothes,
there's lots of world out there

   
                   
Get out the brilliantine and dime cigars

   
                   
We're gonna find adventure
in the evening air

   
                   
Girls in white in a perfumed night

   
                   
Where the lights are bright as the stars

   
                   
Put on your Sunday clothes,
we're gonna ride through town

   
                   
In one of those new horse-drawn open cars

   
                   
We'll see the shows at Delmonico's

   
                   
And we'll close the town in a whirl

   
                   
And we won't come home
until we've kissed a girl

   
                   
Put on your Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out

   
                   
Strut down the street
and have your picture took

   
                   
Dressed like a dream
your spirits seem to turn about

   
                   
That Sunday shine is a certain sign

   
                   
That you feel as fine as you look

   
                   
Beneath your parasol
the world is all a smile

   
                   
That makes you feel brand-new
down to your toes

   
                   
Get out your feathers, your patent leathers

   
                   
Your beads and buckles and bows

   
                   
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday

   
                   
No Monday in your Sunday

   
                   
No Monday in your Sunday clothes

   
                   
Put on your Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out

   
                   
Strut down the street
and have your picture took

   
                   
Dressed like a dream
your spirits seem to turn about

   
                   
That Sunday shine is a certain sign

   
                   
That you feel as fine as you look

   
                   
Beneath your parasol
the world is all a smile

   
                   
That makes you feel brand-new
down to your toes

   
                   
Get out your feathers, your patent leathers

   
                   
Your beads and buckles and bows

   
                   
For there's no blue Monday
in your Sunday clothes

   
                   
Put on your Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out

   
                   
Strut down the street
and have your picture took

   
                   
Dressed like a dream
your spirits seem to turn about

   
                   
That Sunday shine is a certain sign

   
                   
That you feel as fine as you look

   
                   
Beneath your bowler brim
the world's a simple song

   
                   
A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose

   
                   
Get out your slickers

   
                   
Your flannel knickers

   
                   
Your red suspenders and hose

   
                   
For there's no blue Monday

   
                   
In your Sunday

   
                   
No blue Monday

   
                   
In your Sunday clothes

   
                   
Ermengarde, keep smiling.
No man wants a little ninny.

   
                   
Ambrose, do a turn, let me see.

   
                   
Mr Hackl, Mr Tucker,
don't forget Irene and Minnie,

   
                   
just forget you ever heard a word from me.

   
                   
All aboard! All aboard!

   
                   
All aboard!

   
                   
Put on your Sunday clothes,
there's lots of world out there

   
                   
Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes

   
                   
We're gonna find adventure
in the evening air

   
                   
To town we'll trot to a smoky spot

   
                   
Where the girls are hot as a fuse

   
                   
Put on your silk high hat
and at the turned-up cuff

   
                   
We'll wear a handmade
grey suede buttoned glove

   
                   
You're gonna take New York by storm

   
                   
We'll join the Astors at Tony Pastor's

   
                   
And this I'm positive of

   
                   
That we won't come home

   
                   
No, we won't come home

   
                   
No, we won't come home
until we fall in love

   
                   
Do get done with that, Minnie. The men
are eyeing us for the wrong reason.

   
                   
- A banana a day keeps the doctor away.
- An apple a day.

   
                   
Do doctors slip on apple peels?

   
                   
- How are you, Miss Molloy?
- If I felt any better I'd be indecent.

   
                   
- You are in a mood today.
- I certainly am.

   
                   
Not that it's any of my business...
Oh, but is it because...? I mean...

   
                   
I don't mind that you never finish lunch,
but I mind that you never finish sentences.

   
                   
Well, what I meant was,
are you really going to?

   
                   
Silly girl, say it. Am I going to
marry Horace Vandergelder?

   
                   
Yes, I'm seriously
considering it, if he asks me.

   
                   
Oh, I'd rather die on the rack than
ask you such a personal question,

   
                   
but why would you?

   
                   
Because he's rich, that's why. He can rescue
me from the millinery business. I hate hats.

   
                   
- Hate hats?
- A good afternoon to you, Officer Gogarty.

   
                   
And the rest of the day to you, Miss Molloy.

   
                   
Ah, Minnie, why is it that all the attractive
men in New York are married?

   
                   
Blarney, Miss Molloy! Blarney!

   
                   
Come on now, get going, all of you.

   
                   
- Oh, the way you talk!
- It's natural to talk about men.

   
                   
- I mean, what you said about hating hats.
- Particularly the women who buy them.

   
                   
- You don't mean that.
- Oh, yes, I do, Minnie Fay.

   
                   
All lady milliners are suspected
of being wicked women.

   
                   
Half the time those dowagers who come in,
come in merely to stare and wonder.

   
                   
Oh, how dare they!

   
                   
And if they were sure,
they'd not set foot in the shop again.

   
                   
- Well, good riddance. Who needs them?
- We do, unfortunately.

   
                   
So, do I go out to restaurants?
No, it would be bad for business.

   
                   
Do I go to balls or theatres or operas?

   
                   
No, it would be bad for business.

   
                   
The only men I ever meet are the feather
merchants who come to sell me things.

   
                   
Minnie, I'm tired of being suspected of being
a wicked woman with nothing to show for it.

   
                   
Miss Molloy!

   
                   
Why does everybody
have adventures but me?

   
                   
- Adventures?
- Because I have no spirit, no gumption.

   
                   
Either I marry Horace Vandergelder
or I'm gonna burn this shop down,

   
                   
break out like a fire engine
and find myself some excitement.

   
                   
The things you're saying today.
They're just awful.

   
                   
Oh, aren't they, though?
And I'm enjoying every word of it.

   
                   
What's this? A return from
Miss Mortimer again?

   
                   
Same old story. She wants cherries
and feathers. To catch a beau, I suppose.

   
                   
If you ask me, she'd do better
with a heavy veil.

   
                   
I told her ribbons down the back
is the thing to catch a gentleman's eye.

   
                   
But she'd have none of it.

   
                   
Minnie, make another hat for Miss Mortimer.
I'm wearing this one myself.

   
                   
- Oh, but you can't.
- Why not?

   
                   
Oh, because it's... it's provocative.
That's why not.

   
                   
Well, who knows that "provocative"
isn’t just what I might wanna be today.

   
                   
I'll be wearing ribbons down my back

   
                   
This summer

   
                   
Blue and green and
streaming in the yellow sky

   
                   
So if someone special comes my way

   
                   
This summer

   
                   
He might notice me

   
                   
Passing by

   
                   
And so I'll try to make it easier to find me

   
                   
In the stillness of July

   
                   
Because a breeze might stir
a rainbow up behind me

   
                   
That might happen to catch

   
                   
The gentleman's eye

   
                   
And he might smile
and take me by the hand

   
                   
This summer

   
                   
Making me recall how lovely love can be

   
                   
And so I will proudly wear

   
                   
Ribbons down my back

   
                   
Shining in my hair

   
                   
That he might notice me

   
                   
Miss Molloy, you don't love
Horace Vandergelder, do you?

   
                   
- Of course I don't love him.
- Then how can you... I mean...?

   
                   
Minnie, look. There are two men
staring at the shop.

   
                   
- Men?
- Uh-huh. Aren't they delicious?

   
                   
- You don't think...?
- Yes, I do believe they mean to come in here.

   
                   
- Men in the shop? What'll we do?
- Why, flirt with them, of course.

   
                   
- I'll give you the short one.
- You're terrible.

   
                   
We'll heat them up and drop them cold.
Good practice for married life.

   
                   
- Let's pretty ourselves up a bit.
- If you say "vamp", I'll scream.

   
                   
Vamp!

   
                   
I must say, I like the tall one.

   
                   
- Adventure, Barnaby.
- We can still catch the train back to Yonkers.

   
                   
- I feel dizzy.
- Or go see the stuffed whale at the museum.

   
                   
Women, Barnaby.

   
                   
Stuffed... women!

   
                   
There's no one here. We can leave.

   
                   
I'd never forgive myself.

   
                   
Are you sure this is an adventure, Cornelius?

   
                   
You don't have to ask. When you're
in one, you'll know it all right.

   
                   
- How much money is left?
-    cents for the train,

   
                   
   cents for dinner and
   cents to see the whale.

   
                   
Well, when they come out,
we'll pretend we're rich.

   
                   
- That way we won't have to spend a thing.
- Why not say that Mrs Levi sent us?

   
                   
No, we're not supposed to
ever say that. Shh!

   
                   
We're two men about town
looking for hats for ladies.

   
                   
What ladies?

   
                   
"Good afternoon, ma'am.
Wonderful weather we're having."

   
                   
"How do you do, ma'am?
And how are your hats?"

   
                   
"Charmed to make your acquaintance.
Lovely place you have here."

   
                   
Good afternoon, gentlemen.

   
                   
- Cornelius Hackl here.
- Barnaby Tucker here.

   
                   
Irene Molloy here.

   
                   
I'm very happy to meet you.
Is there anything I can do for you?

   
                   
See, we're two ladies about town
lookin' for hats to Molloy...

   
                   
We're hats, you see, and wondered if we
could buy a lady or two to Molloy with for...

   
                   
We want a hat. Well, for a lady, of course.

   
                   
And everyone said to go to
Miss Molloy's cos she's so pretty.

   
                   
I mean... her hats are so pretty.

   
                   
And what sort of hat
would Mrs Hackl be liking?

   
                   
Oh, no, Miss Molloy, there is no Mrs Hackl.

   
                   
Yes, there is. Your mother.

   
                   
She didn't mean that.

   
                   
- Did you, Miss Molloy?
- Now, this lady friend of yours,

   
                   
couldn't she come in with you
someday and choose the hat herself?

   
                   
Impossible. There is no lady friend.

   
                   
But I thought you said that
you were coming here to choose...

   
                   
- I mean, she's Barnaby's.
- Huh? What?

   
                   
Yes, but she lives in Yonkers and she said
to pick out something reasonable.

   
                   
- Under a dollar.
- Don't be silly, Barnaby.

   
                   
Money's no object with us. None at all.

   
                   
Oh, this is my assistant,
Miss Minnie Fay. Mr Hackl. Mr Tucker.

   
                   
- Good afternoon, ma'am.
- Afternoon... ma'am.

   
                   
Excuse me, Mr Tucker, did you say Yonkers?

   
                   
Yes, ma'am, we're from Yonkers.

   
                   
Well, are you?

   
                   
Yes. And, forgive me for saying this,
but you should see Yonkers, Miss Molloy.

   
                   
Well, perhaps you and your gentleman
friend here in New York might like to see it.

   
                   
Some say it's the most
beautiful town in the world.

   
                   
- That's what they say.
- So I've heard.

   
                   
But I'm afraid I don't have
a gentleman friend here in New York.

   
                   
You don't? Barnaby, she doesn't
have a gentleman friend.

   
                   
Hey, that's too bad. You know, if you
should happen to have a Sunday free...

   
                   
You're Catholic, aren't you? Don't let that
worry you. I'd be willing to change.

   
                   
If you're free in the near future, I'd...

   
                   
well, we'd like to show you Yonkers
from top to bottom.

   
                   
It's very historic.

   
                   
As a matter of fact, I might
be there sooner than you think.

   
                   
- This Sunday?
- I have a friend who lives in Yonkers.

   
                   
- You do?
- Perhaps you know him.

   
                   
I do?

   
                   
It's always so foolish to ask
in cases like that, isn't it?

   
                   
Why should you know him?
It's a Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Mr Vandergelder? Oh!

   
                   
- Horace Vandergelder?
- Of Vandergelder's Hay and Feed?

   
                   
- Yes. Do you know him?
- Oh, no! No!

   
                   
As a matter of fact, he's coming here
to see me this very afternoon.

   
                   
- Coming here?
- This afternoon?

   
                   
Cornelius! Cornelius, look!

   
                   
It's a wolf trap.

   
                   
Look out!

   
                   
- Begging your pardon.
- What are you doing?

   
                   
- We'll explain later. Help us just this once.
- Come out of there this minute.

   
                   
We're as innocent as can be, Miss Molloy.

   
                   
Mr Hackl, Mr Tucker, I insist that
you both come out or I'll be forced to...

   
                   
Mr Vandergelder, how nice to see you.

   
                   
- And Dolly Levi, what a surprise.
- Irene, my darling, how well you look.

   
                   
- You must be in love.
- Afternoon, Miss Molloy.

   
                   
What a pleasure to have you
in New York, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Yes, Yonkers lies up there decimated today.

   
                   
We thought we'd pay you a little visit, Irene.

   
                   
- Unless it's inconvenient?
- Inconvenient? Whatever gave you that idea?

   
                   
Mr Vandergelder thought he saw two
customers in the shop. Two, uh... men?

   
                   
Men? In a ladies' hat shop?

   
                   
Come, let's go into my workroom.
I'm so eager for you to see it.

   
                   
- I've already seen it twice.
- But I need your advice.

   
                   
Advice from Mr Vandergelder. The whole
city should hear this and grow rich.

   
                   
Advice is cheap. It's what comes
gift-wrapped that counts.

   
                   
- I have never heard it put more beautifully.
- Thank you, Mr Vandergelder.

   
                   
Chocolate-covered peanuts. Unshelled.
They're the expensive kind.

   
                   
- Why don't we open them in the workroom?
- I've come here today...

   
                   
because I've important
business to discuss with you,

   
                   
just as soon as Mrs Levi says goodbye.

   
                   
Pay no attention to me. I'm just browsing.

   
                   
Business, Mr Vandergelder?
The hay and feed business?

   
                   
- Well, not exactly.
- A new hat shop in Yonkers?

   
                   
I hear it's a very beautiful city
and quite historic, according...

   
                   
Yes, go on. Who's been telling you
about Yonkers, may I ask?

   
                   
Nobody. A friend.

   
                   
What friend?

   
                   
Well, you see, he...

   
                   
- He?
- Yes, uh... he...

   
                   
- His name, Miss Molloy?
- What?

   
                   
His name?

   
                   
Oh, I believe it was... is...
Mr Cornelius Hackl of Yonkers.

   
                   
- Cornelius Hackl?
- Yes. Do you know him?

   
                   
- He's my head clerk.
- He is?

   
                   
He's been with me for ten years.
Where would you have known him?

   
                   
- Ah, just one of those chance meetings.
- Yes, one of those chance meetings.

   
                   
Chance meetings? Cornelius Hackl has
no right to chance meetings. Where was it?

   
                   
Really, it's very unlike you
to question me in such a way.

   
                   
Well, the truth might as well
come out now as later.

   
                   
Your head clerk is
better known than you think.

   
                   
- Nonsense.
- He's here all the time. He goes everywhere.

   
                   
He's well-liked. Everybody
knows Cornelius Hackl.

   
                   
He never comes here. He works all day and
then goes to sleep in the bran room at nine.

   
                   
- So you think, but it's not true.
- Dolly Levi, you are mistaken.

   
                   
Horace Vandergelder,

   
                   
you keep your nose so deep in your
accounts you don't know what goes on.

   
                   
By day, Cornelius Hackl
is your faithful, trusted clerk,

   
                   
but by night... oh, by night...
He leads a double life, that is all.

   
                   
Why, he is... why, he's...
why, he's here... at the opera.

   
                   
At the great restaurants,
in all the fashionable homes.

   
                   
He's even at the Harmonia Gardens
three times a week.

   
                   
The fact is, Mr Vandergelder, he is
the wittiest, the gayest, the naughtiest,

   
                   
most delightful man in New York City.
He's the famous Cornelius Hackl.

   
                   
It ain't the same man. If I thought Cornelius
Hackl came to New York, I'd discharge him.

   
                   
Who took the horses out of Jenny Lind's
carriage and pulled her through the streets?

   
                   
Who dressed up as a waiter and took
an oyster and dropped it right down...?

   
                   
- It's too wicked. I can't say it.
- Say it!

   
                   
- No, but it was Cornelius Hackl.
- Where'd he get the money?

   
                   
- Oh, he's very rich.
- Rich? I keep his money in my old safe.

   
                   
He has $   .  

   
                   
Oh, you are killing me.
He is one of the Hackls.

   
                   
- The Hackls?
- Yes, they built the Raritan Canal.

   
                   
- Then why work for me?
- Well, I'll tell ya...

   
                   
I don't wanna hear it. I have
a headache. It ain't the same man.

   
                   
He sleeps in my bran room.
I just made him my chief clerk.

   
                   
If you had sense, you'd make him a partner.
Irene, I can see you're quite taken with him.

   
                   
- But I only met him once.
- Now, don't you be thinking of marrying him.

   
                   
- Darling, what are you saying?
- He breaks hearts like hickory nuts.

   
                   
- Who?
- Cornelius Hackl.

   
                   
Miss Molloy, how long
has he been calling on you?

   
                   
Mr Vandergelder, suppose I were to tell you
that he has not been calling on me?

   
                   
- Excuse me.
- Not now, Minnie.

   
                   
Stop singing.

   
                   
- There's a man!
- That's not amusing.

   
                   
And we don't wish to be interrupted. Go back
to the workroom immediately. Immediately.

   
                   
- The poor dear is tired from overwork.
- If there's a man in there, we'll get him out!

   
                   
- Whoever you are, come out of there!
- Do you realise what you're saying?

   
                   
- I certainly do.
- Now just a minute.

   
                   
Before you make another move or say
another word that you might regret,

   
                   
- allow me.
- Dolly.

   
                   
Stand back.

   
                   
There, you see? So much for this nonsense
about that darling girl hiding a man in there.

   
                   
I think we'll just forget
you ever said it. It's forgotten.

   
                   
Because there's nobody in there.

   
                   
God bless you.

   
                   
Miss Molloy?

   
                   
Yes, Mr Vandergelder, there is a man in there.

   
                   
- I see.
- There also happens to be an explanation.

   
                   
For the present, I think I should just thank
you for your visit and say good afternoon.

   
                   
- Another?
- Another.

   
                   
Good Lord, the whole room is crawling
with men. Irene, darling, congratulations.

   
                   
Miss Molloy, I shan't trouble you
again. And I hope vice versa.

   
                   
Horace, where are you going?

   
                   
To march in the   th Street parade
with the kind of people I can trust.

   
                   
    men.

   
                   
Now.

   
                   
- Have you met Miss Minnie Fay?
- Leave my shop or I'll call Officer Gogarty.

   
                   
Irene, there's no fun in the jailhouse.

   
                   
Don't talk at once.

   
                   
- Just because you're rich...
- Don't deny it.

   
                   
Doesn't mean you shouldn't make up for this.

   
                   
- We'll do anything.
- This is Cornelius Hackl.

   
                   
- We've already met. How do you do?
- Jail is absolutely out.

   
                   
- Cornelius, explain to her.
- I'm Cornelius Hackl.

   
                   
- It seems to me...
- Yes, the only way to make up for it...

   
                   
Irene, send for the law at once. You can have
them put away for years on a charge like this.

   
                   
Help, police! Only,
have dinner with them first.

   
                   
That's to show that
you tried to settle amicably.

   
                   
That's how to do it.
Dinner first, life imprisonment later.

   
                   
It'll be a lovely evening. Who knows what'll
happen before you send them off to jail?

   
                   
- Mr Hackl?
- Oh, by all means.

   
                   
- It's what we had in mind all along.
- Minnie, we've been respectable for years.

   
                   
Now we're in disgrace,
we might as well make the most of it.

   
                   
- It is the only sensible thing to do.
- Cornelius...

   
                   
- Now, I know a doughnut shop in the station.
- Doughnut shop? Certainly not.

   
                   
We want a fine dinner in a fashionable place.

   
                   
And I know just the place.
The Harmonia Gardens on   th Street.

   
                   
- Your favourite restaurant.
- Wait a minute...

   
                   
The finest food that money can buy and a
lovely orchestra. A polka contest tonight.

   
                   
- Ooh, dancing.
- Rudolph will give you the best table.

   
                   
- We could never go there.
- It sounds marvellous.

   
                   
Come, Minnie. We'll close the shop
and take the whole afternoon off.

   
                   
Oh, I mean, we could never...

   
                   
Don't misunderstand me,
it isn't the money or anything...

   
                   
It's the... the...

   
                   
- What, Mr Hackl?
- It's the dancing. You see, I don't know how.

   
                   
And they have contests
at the Harmonia... whatever it is.

   
                   
You said so yourself, and I don't know how.
It would take weeks, months, years to learn.

   
                   
"Mrs Dolly Levi.   ¾-year-old
chief clerks taught how to d..."

   
                   
Now, you just put one arm
here and one arm there.

   
                   
It's no use. I have no sense of rhythm.

   
                   
Absolutely no sense of rhythm is the primary
requirement for learning by the Levi method.

   
                   
Just give me five minutes.
I'll have you dancing in the streets.

   
                   
I think we'll start with lesson seven:
the waltz kick turn.

   
                   
Right foot, touch, left foot, touch,
under, back, around, touch.

   
                   
Back, through, around, behind.
Out, over... release... unfurl!

   
                   
Oh, oh, that's just
absolutely wonderful, Mr Hackl.

   
                   
When I think of the lucky women
who'll find heaven in your arms!

   
                   
I think we'll go back to lesson one, shall we?

   
                   
Put your hand on her waist...

   
                   
and stand,

   
                   
with her right in your left hand.

   
                   
And...

   
                   
One. That's right.

   
                   
And... one, two, three.

   
                   
One, two, three.

   
                   
Oh, no. This one. And one, two, three.

   
                   
One, two, three.

   
                   
Look! I'm dancing!

   
                   
- I was.
- Of course you were, Mr Hackl.

   
                   
Take the someone whose arms you're in

   
                   
Hold on to her tight

   
                   
And spin

   
                   
And one, two, three

   
                   
One, two, three

   
                   
One, two, three

   
                   
Look! I'm dancing!

   
                   
Come here.

   
                   
Turn around and turn around,
try floating through the air

   
                   
Can't you be a little more aesthetic?

   
                   
Don't you think my dancing
has a polish and a flair?

   
                   
The word I think I'd use is athletic.

   
                   
Well, my heart is about to burst

   
                   
My head is about to pop

   
                   
And now that I'm dancing
who cares if I ever stop?

   
                   
That's wonderful.

   
                   
Look, everybody!
I, Cornelius Hackl, sport, I'm dancing!

   
                   
You're next, Mr Tucker.

   
                   
Glide and step

   
                   
And then step and glide

   
                   
And everyone... stand aside!

   
                   
Not... not yet, Mr Tucker. One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three, one...

   
                   
- Look! He's dancing!
- I think he's holdin' out on us.

   
                   
You could learn to polka
if you worked a week or so

   
                   
Or the tango filled with passion seething

   
                   
I might join the chorus
of the Castle Garden show

   
                   
Whatever you do, Mr Tucker, keep breathing.

   
                   
For my heart is about to burst

   
                   
My head is about to pop

   
                   
And now that we're dancing
who cares if we ever stop?

   
                   
When there's someone you hardly know

   
                   
And wish you were closer to

   
                   
Remember that he can be
near to you while you're dancing

   
                   
Though you've only just said hello

   
                   
She's suddenly someone who
can make all your daydreams appear to you

   
                   
While you're dancing

   
                   
Make the music weave a spell

   
                   
Whirl away your worry

   
                   
Things look almost twice as well

   
                   
When they're slightly blurry

   
                   
As around and around you go

   
                   
Your spirits will hit the top

   
                   
And now that we're dancing
who cares if we ever stop?

   
                   
One, two, three. One, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three

   
                   
And now that we're dancing
who cares if we ever stop?

   
                   
Dolly!

   
                   
Dolly, Cornelius is taking us to see
the parade. Everyone will be marching.

   
                   
- Come on, Mrs Levi.
- Dolly, the world is full of wonderful things.

   
                   
Hurry, before the parade passes by!

   
                   
Yes, I will. I will.

   
                   
Before the parade passes by.

   
                   
Before it all moves on

   
                   
And only I'm left

   
                   
Before the parade passes by

   
                   
I've got to get in step

   
                   
While there's still time left

   
                   
I'm ready to move out in front

   
                   
Life without life has no reason or rhyme left

   
                   
With the rest of them

   
                   
With the best of them

   
                   
I wanna hold my head up high

   
                   
I need a goal again

   
                   
I need a drive again

   
                   
I wanna feel my heart coming alive again

   
                   
Before the parade

   
                   
Passes by

   
                   
Ephraim, let me go.

   
                   
It's been long enough, Ephraim.

   
                   
Every night, just like you'd want me to, I've
put out the cat, made myself a rum toddy,

   
                   
and, before I went to bed, said a little prayer
thanking God that I was independent.

   
                   
That no one else's life
was mixed up with mine.

   
                   
But lately, Ephraim,

   
                   
I've begun to realise that...

   
                   
for a long time... I have not shed one tear.

   
                   
Nor have I been for one moment...

   
                   
outrageously happy.

   
                   
Now, Horace Vandergelder, he's always
saying the world is full of fools.

   
                   
And in a way, he's right, isn't he?
I mean, himself, Cornelius, Irene, myself...

   
                   
But there comes a time when you've got to
decide if you want to be a fool among fools,

   
                   
or a fool alone.

   
                   
Well, I have made that decision, Ephraim,

   
                   
but I would feel so much better about it
if... if you could just give me a sign,

   
                   
any kind of a sign that you approve.

   
                   
I'm going back, Ephraim.

   
                   
I've decided to join the human race again.

   
                   
And, Ephraim, I want you to give me away.

   
                   
Before the parade passes by

   
                   
I've got to go and taste Saturday's high life

   
                   
Before the parade passes by

   
                   
I've got to get some life back into my life

   
                   
I'm ready to move out in front

   
                   
I've had enough of just passing by life

   
                   
With the rest of them

   
                   
With the best of them

   
                   
I can hold my head up high

   
                   
For I've got a goal again

   
                   
I've got a drive again

   
                   
I'm gonna feel my heart coming alive again

   
                   
Before the parade

   
                   
Passes by

   
                   
Present arms!

   
                   
Present arms!

   
                   
Dolly Levi!

   
                   
Hi!

   
                   
Gussie Granger?

   
                   
What are you doing here?

   
                   
Earning an honest dollar, which is more than
I've made on a legitimate stage in two years.

   
                   
Pity on you. But the meat packers' float?

   
                   
Ha! Listen, if there was more money
in it, I'd play one of the pigs.

   
                   
I came here for some privacy.

   
                   
I owe you an apology and I didn't
want to let it go another minute.

   
                   
You owe me the fee I gave you for getting me
tangled up with that collector of men's hats.

   
                   
Yes, Irene, she was
a disappointment, darling girl.

   
                   
I'll have you know the confectioner
gave me back every cent for the peanuts.

   
                   
I'm sorry. I never give cash refunds.

   
                   
However, being a woman who believes
in giving service that's been paid for,

   
                   
- I've arranged to make it up to you.
- Let me make one thing clear.

   
                   
You have been discharged as my
marriage broker. I have no use for one.

   
                   
From now on, you are just
a woman like anyone else.

   
                   
- I am?
- And I'm just a man like anyone else,

   
                   
and, like anyone else, I'll do what I can
to avoid the introductions you specialise in.

   
                   
Well, I can understand your feelings,
and I am here today, marching beside you,

   
                   
to assure you that there will be no further
need for my services after dinner tonight.

   
                   
- Dinner?
-  .   at the Harmonia Gardens.

   
                   
It's all arranged.
Private room. She'll be waiting.

   
                   
- Who? Who-who-who'll be waiting?
- Who-who-who'll be waiting?

   
                   
The very rich, very beautiful lady I referred to
when I saw you in Yonkers this morning.

   
                   
The... heiress to a fortune, remember?

   
                   
I'm not interested. What's her name?

   
                   
Uh... Ernestina.

   
                   
I'm not interested. What's her last name?

   
                   
Simple... uh, Simple. Ernestina Simple.

   
                   
- Can she cook?
- Can she cook?

   
                   
Frankly, I never understood why a girl
who could afford every servant around

   
                   
makes all her own meals,
on a solid gold stove.

   
                   
- She's a fool. I'm not interested in fools.
- Neither am I. Good day.

   
                   
- Good day.
- Don't forget.  .   Harmonia Gardens.

   
                   
And rent some evening clothes. She's fussy.

   
                   
Dolly Levi, you are
a damned exasperating woman!

   
                   
Why, Horace Vandergelder, that is
the nicest thing you have ever said to me.

   
                   
When the parade passes by

   
                   
Listen and hear
that brass harmony growing

   
                   
When the parade passes by

   
                   
Pardon me if my old spirit is showing

   
                   
All of those lights over there

   
                   
Seem to be telling me where I'm going

   
                   
When the whistles blow

   
                   
And the cymbals crash

   
                   
And the sparklers light the sky

   
                   
I'm gonna raise the roof

   
                   
I'm gonna carry on

   
                   
Give me an old trombone

   
                   
Give me an old baton

   
                   
Before the parade

   
                   
Passes by

   
                   
Cornelius, are you sure
they're just changing their clothes?

   
                   
- Don't worry, they'll be here.
- I get dressed in less than three minutes.

   
                   
- Women wear more.
- They do?

   
                   
Underneath.

   
                   
Cornelius, maybe we should
leave while there's time.

   
                   
- Never.
- We've seen everything.

   
                   
The parade, the Statue of Liberty,
the stuffed whale at Barnum's museum.

   
                   
- I could die a happy man now.
- It'll be worth it, no matter what happens.

   
                   
The worst anybody can do is put us in jail.

   
                   
But as long as we live we'll never forget

   
                   
the night we took Irene Molloy and
Minnie Fay to dinner at Harmonia Gardens,

   
                   
- on less than a dollar.
- Cornelius, wake up.

   
                   
And there's another reason we can't go back.

   
                   
One more thing we promised to do before we
go and turn into a couple of Vandergelders.

   
                   
Cornelius! You're not thinking
of kissing Miss Molloy?

   
                   
- Maybe.
- She'll scream.

   
                   
Barnaby, you don't know
anything about women.

   
                   
- Only that we can't afford 'em.
- You should know that everyone except us...

   
                   
goes through life
kissing right and left all the time.

   
                   
They do?

   
                   
Yes.

   
                   
I often wondered about that.

   
                   
- Smile, Barnaby.
- I'm smiling.

   
                   
- Look rich and gay and charming.
- I'm looking gay and charming.

   
                   
Hello.

   
                   
- Here we are.
- Hello.

   
                   
Cornelius.

   
                   
I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Molloy.

   
                   
No last names. After all we've been through
together this afternoon, it's Irene and Minnie.

   
                   
Irene.

   
                   
- Does that count, Cornelius?
- I don't think so.

   
                   
Count?

   
                   
You see, we were counting here,
while we were waiting.

   
                   
I hear all rich people do nothing
but count their money.

   
                   
I'm so hungry. Why don't we go in here
and have some hors d'oeuvres first?

   
                   
- No, no, no.
- It's very fashionable.

   
                   
- It would spoil our appetites.
- Or we could have an apéritif.

   
                   
It's out of the question. Barnaby and I
don't agree with that sort of thing.

   
                   
- But all those people do.
- Well, they simply don't know that a...

   
                   
a... péritif is no longer considered elegant.

   
                   
- Oh, it isn't?
- Hasn't been for years.

   
                   
In that case, it's on to Harmonia
Gardens for dinner. Call a hack.

   
                   
- Hack?
- All my life I've wanted to ride in a hack.

   
                   
- Oh, there's one. Yoo-hoo!
- No, no. We can't do that.

   
                   
I mean, it isn't the money or anything.

   
                   
It's just that, nowadays, really
elegant people never take hacks.

   
                   
- Hacks is out.
- They all go by streetcar.

   
                   
Then, by all means, we go by streetcar.

   
                   
I've been elegant all my life
and I never knew it.

   
                   
Of course, if you really want
to be really elegant...

   
                   
- Oh, we do.
- We do.

   
                   
You'll walk.

   
                   
Yes, New York

   
                   
It's really us: Barnaby and... Cornelius

   
                   
All the guests of Mr Hackl
are feeling great and look spectacular

   
                   
What a knack

   
                   
There is to that acting like a born aristocrat

   
                   
We got elegance

   
                   
If you ain't got elegance

   
                   
You can never, ever carry it off

   
                   
All who are well-bred agree

   
                   
Minnie Fay has pedigree

   
                   
Exercise your wildest whims tonight

   
                   
We are out with Diamond Jims tonight

   
                   
Could they be... misleading us?

   
                   
Silver spoons were used for feeding us

   
                   
We got elegance

   
                   
If you ain't got elegance

   
                   
You can never, ever carry it off

   
                   
Snobs that slobs

   
                   
Throw roses at. We look down

   
                   
Our noses at

   
                   
Pity all the other girls around

   
                   
When I swing my perfect pearls around

   
                   
Snubbing folks... is chic to us

   
                   
Sometimes we don't even speak to us

   
                   
If you ain't got elegance

   
                   
You can never, ever carry it off

   
                   
If you please.

   
                   
Middle class... don't speak of it

   
                   
Savoir-faire... we reek of it

   
                   
Some were born with rags and patches

   
                   
But we use dollar bills for matches and

   
                   
Vanderbilt... kowtows to us

   
                   
JP Morgan scrapes and bows to us

   
                   
We got elegance

   
                   
We were born with elegance

   
                   
I behave like Walter Raleigh

   
                   
When the streets are full of mud

   
                   
And the bluest huckleberry

   
                   
Isn't bluer than my blood

   
                   
Have you noticed when I hold my cup

   
                   
The saucer never moves

   
                   
And the way I keep my pinkie up

   
                   
Indubitably proves that

   
                   
We got elegance

   
                   
We got built-in elegance

   
                   
And with elegance

   
                   
Elegance, elegance, elegance

   
                   
Elegance

   
                   
We'll carry it off

   
                   
Horace, Horace Vandergelder

   
                   
Mrs Horace Vandergelder

   
                   
Just leave everything to me

    
                   
Though it won't be like the first time

    
                   
How can it be like the first time?

    
                   
But why does it have to be?

    
                   
Don't look for shooting stars

    
                   
For love is only love

    
                   
You touch, and still you touch the ground

    
                   
Don't listen for those bells

    
                   
For... love is only love

    
                   
And if it's love you've found

    
                   
Your heart won't hear a sound

    
                   
And when you hold his hand

    
                   
You only hold his hand

    
                   
The violins are all a bluff

    
                   
But if you're really wise

    
                   
The silence of his eyes

    
                   
Will tell you love is only love

    
                   
And it's wonderful enough

    
                   
Without the shooting stars

    
                   
Without the sound of bells

    
                   
Without the violins

    
                   
Love is wonderful

    
                   
Enough

    
                   
Good evening. Good evening.

    
                   
Straighten up. Walk erect.

    
                   
Pleasure. Good evening.

    
                   
How nice to see you.

    
                   
Psst! No expression. Let the food smile.

    
                   
And how are you this evening?

    
                   
Charming, charming.

    
                   
You! You there!

    
                   
Come up here at once.

    
                   
Yes, you.

    
                   
How dare you keep me
standing here this long?

    
                   
As soon as Mr Vandergelder arrives,
you will be seated, Miss Simple.

    
                   
- Now look here, garçon.
- My name is Rudolph. Rudolph Reisenweber.

    
                   
And why, may I ask,
can I not wait at the table?

    
                   
Please. Please.

    
                   
Harmonia Gardens does not
consider it proper, a lady alone.

    
                   
- Perhaps if you'll let me take your wrap.
- Ohh! Don't touch me.

    
                   
Where?

    
                   
- If you will excuse me.
- Certainly not.

    
                   
Yes? What can I do for you?

    
                   
How are ya, Adolf? How's my old friend?

    
                   
- I am Rudolph.
- Oh, of course.

    
                   
Rudolph.

    
                   
We'd like a little something
to eat. You know?

    
                   
In what name is the reservation, please?

    
                   
- Reservation?
- I'm afraid there is nothing available.

    
                   
- Come on, let's go.
- Do you know who he is?

    
                   
This is Cornelius Hackl. The Cornelius Hackl.

    
                   
- Tell him about the Rockefellers.
- The Rockefellers? I see.

    
                   
Look, I know a little place up the block.

    
                   
I think I have something. Yes, I think
I have something. Follow me, if you will.

    
                   
Dining room number two.

    
                   
- It is the last one. Very private.
- It is?

    
                   
- Very exclusive.
- It is?

    
                   
- Very fashionable.
- Don't say another word.

    
                   
And very expensive.

    
                   
That was the word.

    
                   
- How beautiful!
- How elegant!

    
                   
How much?

    
                   
Cornelius, I thought you said
everyone knew you.

    
                   
Oh, don't worry. They will after tonight.

    
                   
She is? She is? I don't believe it!

    
                   
Eight o'clock, table for two, and a chicken.

    
                   
Mrs Dolly Levi coming here
after such a long absence!

    
                   
- It is too happy to be true.
- That's the message she told me to give you.

    
                   
Who? Who are these people?

    
                   
They look truthful.

    
                   
If you're gonna spend all evening acting
like a scared rabbit, maybe I'll order lettuce.

    
                   
Oh, how can you be so brave? It's unfair.

    
                   
Just try to keep remembering
Mrs Levi's advice.

    
                   
I only wanted to marry you,
not perform in public.

    
                   
- There's nobody here who knows us.
- Oh, Ambrose, are you sure?

    
                   
Sweetheart, have I ever been wrong?

    
                   
Sir?

    
                   
- Vandergelder's the name.
- Yes, Mr Vandergelder.

    
                   
There's a Miss Ernestina Simple
supposed to be waiting.

    
                   
Right there, Mr Vandergelder.

    
                   
No, you didn't understand what I said...

    
                   
But perfectly. Mr Vandergelder
is here, Miss Simple.

    
                   
Yes, so I see.

    
                   
- Oh, good evening, Miss Simple.
- I hope so, Mr Vandergelder.

    
                   
- All right, my good man.
- Fritz, private dining room number one.

    
                   
- Follow me, if you will.
- You may take my arm.

    
                   
And, unless you are suffering from
a head cold, kindly remove your hat.

    
                   
Achtung!

    
                   
I have an important announcement to make.

    
                   
After an absence of several years, there will
return to the Harmonia Gardens tonight...

    
                   
the lady who always had
the happiest smile, the warmest heart,

    
                   
and the largest appetite
in the city of New York.

    
                   
- It's Dolly.
- Dolly?

    
                   
Dolly!

    
                   
Attention!

    
                   
It is therefore my order, as head waiter
of the Harmonia Gardens,

    
                   
and your supreme commander,

    
                   
that tonight of all nights our usual lightning
service will be twice as lightning as ever.

    
                   
Or else!

    
                   
Waiter, write this down. Mock turtle soup,
roast pheasant under glass.

    
                   
- Pheasant?
- I'll have the same, and some champagne.

    
                   
- Champagne?
- What would you like, sir?

    
                   
Six months off for good behaviour?

    
                   
What do you mean,
"oysters aren't in season"?

    
                   
Anybody can have oysters in season.
I want them out of season.

    
                   
They don't have any, Miss Simple.

    
                   
Then tell 'em to go out and dig for some.

    
                   
- Hello again.
- Here we are.

    
                   
- We thought something happened.
- Don't worry. It will.

    
                   
Barnaby, Irene, Minnie,

    
                   
I feel so good about everything,

    
                   
so good about this whole day,

    
                   
that I am now going to become
an honest man and tell the truth.

    
                   
Cornelius?

    
                   
I'd forgotten what strange things
happen to men when they drink.

    
                   
If I tell you the truth, will you let me
put my arm around your waist?

    
                   
Good heavens! You can do that
even if you lie to me.

    
                   
I've never touched a woman before.

    
                   
You still haven't. That's my corset.

    
                   
- You're a wonderful person, Irene.
- Thank you, Cornelius.

    
                   
And that's why I have to tell you the truth.

    
                   
If it'll make you feel better.

    
                   
It's all those fancy things
that Mrs Levi said about me.

    
                   
Oh, yes.

    
                   
Well, they're just not so.

    
                   
Indeed?

    
                   
Irene, I'm not rich.

    
                   
Not rich?

    
                   
I'm not any of the things Mrs Levi said I was.

    
                   
And neither is Barnaby. We're not
sports, we don't know anybody.

    
                   
We never come to New York.
We never do anything...

    
                   
except work for Mr Vandergelder all day
and clean up the store at night.

    
                   
And we wanted so much
to have one day of adventure,

    
                   
that we ran away from Yonkers
and told a lot of lies.

    
                   
Ah, well, look at us.

    
                   
A pair of penniless pretenders.

    
                   
But, Cornelius, I've known that all along.

    
                   
You have?

    
                   
Why else would you have hidden
in my cupboard and under my table?

    
                   
And made us walk all over New York?

    
                   
You're the nicest ladies
a man ever went to jail for.

    
                   
Jail?

    
                   
We don't have the money
to pay for this dinner.

    
                   
Of course you don't. Minnie, show these
two sports what I've got in my purse.

    
                   
What a pleasure to know that
selling all those silly hats...

    
                   
can pay for an evening
as delightful as this one.

    
                   
I can't help myself.

    
                   
Wow!

    
                   
I...

    
                   
No, no, Minnie, my white
handbag, not that one.

    
                   
- My white handbag.
- When we changed for the evening.

    
                   
Minnie...

    
                   
Only my mad money...
a nickel for the horsecar.

    
                   
Would you like your check now, sir?

    
                   
Take this away, my good man.
Bring us another bottle of champagne.

    
                   
- What's this? What are you doing?
- It's eight o'clock. I really must be going.

    
                   
Going? You haven't finished
your dinner yet, Miss Simple.

    
                   
That's expensive. If I had food like that every
night, I'd be out of business inside a year.

    
                   
I suggest you have the waiter put it in a bag
and take it home to your horses and pigs.

    
                   
I don't have pigs, Miss Simple,
I have chickens,

    
                   
and I did not get them
by being extravagant.

    
                   
I see no point in this trivial
discussion, Mr Vandergelder,

    
                   
nor in my remaining here any longer,

    
                   
inasmuch as it is quite clear to me that
you are, if you forgive the expression,

    
                   
- entirely unsuitable.
- Unsuitable?

    
                   
Nevertheless, I will never say a word to
Mrs Levi about this unfortunate evening.

    
                   
And I suggest you do likewise
when she arrives here.

    
                   
Wait a minute.
Did you say "arrives here"?

    
                   
Yes, she planned to join us at eight. You may
say I left because I felt sick to my stomach.

    
                   
It's quite true, you know.

    
                   
Good night.

    
                   
Any man who goes to a big city
deserves what happens to him.

    
                   
- He's all yours, honey.
- Good. Mr Cassidy?

    
                   
- Yes, Mrs Levi?
- It's all right now. You can let me out.

    
                   
- Mr Reisenweber, come here! Hurry!
- How often have I told you not to shout?

    
                   
- It's her. She's outside.
- You mean...?

    
                   
- What's going on?
- Are you sure?

    
                   
I know that voice. I heard her.
In a beautiful carriage with two horses.

    
                   
- That's her. She's come.
- Who? Who's come?

    
                   
A lady. You wouldn't know her. Mrs Levi.

    
                   
- Is it true?
- Yes, it's Dolly. Tell the men to get ready.

    
                   
- You saw her?
- In a long carriage pulled by four horses.

    
                   
It's like old times.

    
                   
Reisenweber. Rudolph!

    
                   
Rudy!

    
                   
She is here.

    
                   
Hello, Rudy

    
                   
Well, hello, Harry

    
                   
It's so nice to be back home where I belong

    
                   
You are lookin' swell, Manny

    
                   
I can tell, Danny

    
                   
You're still glowin', you're still crowin'

    
                   
You're still

    
                   
Goin' strong

    
                   
I feel the room swayin'

    
                   
For the band's playin'

    
                   
One of my old favourite songs
from way back when

    
                   
So

    
                   
Bridge that gap, fellas

    
                   
Find me an empty lap, fellas

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away again

    
                   
Hello, Dolly

    
                   
Well, hello, Dolly

    
                   
It's so nice to have you back
where you belong

    
                   
You're lookin' swell, Dolly

    
                   
We can tell, Dolly

    
                   
You're still glowin', you're still crowin'

    
                   
You're still goin' strong

    
                   
We feel the room swayin'

    
                   
For the band's playin'

    
                   
One of your old favourite songs
from way back when

    
                   
So

    
                   
Here's my hat, fellas

    
                   
I'm stayin' where I'm at, fellas

    
                   
Promise you'll never go away again

    
                   
I went away from the lights of   th Street

    
                   
And into my personal haze

    
                   
But now that I'm back
in the lights of   th Street

    
                   
Tomorrow will be brighter
than the good old days

    
                   
Those good old days

    
                   
Tell it to me sweet

    
                   
Hello! Well, hello, Dolly

    
                   
Well, hello! Hey, look! Here's Dolly

    
                   
Glad to see you, Hank,
let's thank my lucky star

    
                   
Your lucky star

    
                   
You're lookin' great, Stanley

    
                   
Lose some weight?
I think, I think you did, Stanley

    
                   
Dolly's overjoyed and overwhelmed and...

    
                   
Over par

    
                   
I hear the ice

    
                   
Do you hear the ice tinkle?

    
                   
See the lights

    
                   
Can you see the light twinkle?

    
                   
And you still get glances
from us handsome men

    
                   
Look at you all, you're all so handsome

    
                   
Golly, gee, fellas

    
                   
Find me an empty knee, fellas

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away again

    
                   
Well, hello

    
                   
Look who's here.

    
                   
Dolly

    
                   
This is Louis

    
                   
Hello, Louis.

    
                   
Dolly

    
                   
It's so nice to have you back
where you belong

    
                   
I am so glad to be back.

    
                   
Ah, you're lookin' swell

    
                   
Thank you, Louis.

    
                   
Dolly

    
                   
I can tell

    
                   
Does it show?

    
                   
Dolly

    
                   
You still glowin', you still crowin'

    
                   
You still goin' strong

    
                   
I feel the room swayin'

    
                   
And the band playin'

    
                   
One of our old favourite songs
from way back when

    
                   
I remember it

    
                   
- So
- It was my favourite

    
                   
Show some snap, fellas

    
                   
Find her an empty lap

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away again

    
                   
Well, well, hello, Dolly

    
                   
Well, hello, Dolly

    
                   
It's so nice to have you back
where you belong

    
                   
You're lookin' swell, Dolly

    
                   
We can tell, Dolly

    
                   
You're still glowin', you're still crowin'

    
                   
You're still goin' strong

    
                   
I hear the ice

    
                   
I hear it tinkle

    
                   
See the lights

    
                   
I see them twinkle

    
                   
And you still get glances
from us handsome men

    
                   
So

    
                   
Mmm, wow, wow, wow, fellas

    
                   
Look at the old girl now, fellas

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away again

    
                   
One more time!

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
Dolly'll never...

    
                   
Horace Vandergelder.

    
                   
- Do we know each other?
- Much too well.

    
                   
Oh, it's you, Mrs Levi.

    
                   
Yes.

    
                   
Well, do you, uh...?

    
                   
Do you think you have
the figure for that sort of get-up?

    
                   
That's for others to say, Mr Vandergelder.

    
                   
I bought it from a friend,
not being a rich lady...

    
                   
who has nothing better to do than
dilly-dally with seamstresses.

    
                   
- Which reminds me. Where is Miss Simple?
- Miss Simple? Well, she had to... uh... uh...

    
                   
She got called away by
a sick friend. Had to leave.

    
                   
Oh. Well, that's Ernestina.
Always thinking of other people.

    
                   
We'll just have to make do without her
for the time being. Rudolph?

    
                   
My dear Mrs Levi, I have saved
the very best table for you.

    
                   
- How I've missed you.
- This way, please.

    
                   
- Come along.
- I've eaten.

    
                   
Don't stand here, you'll get run over
by a waiter. Oh, hello. Good evening.

    
                   
Oh, hello. How are you?
Hi, nice to see you.

    
                   
- You know too many people.
- Total strangers.

    
                   
- So why greet them?
- It feels good to have so many friends.

    
                   
- Well, say hello for me too.
- I already did.

    
                   
- Lovely, Rudolph. Perfect.
- What are we doing down here?

    
                   
There's someone in the dance
competition I want you to see.

    
                   
- I have no interest in dancing.
- Rudy, this is Mr Vandergelder of Yonkers.

    
                   
In fact, Yonkers' most influential citizen.

    
                   
And Mr Vandergelder insists on buying the
finest dinner you have and served promptly.

    
                   
- I never said that.
- I'm watching my waist. Can't eat a thing.

    
                   
- What's ready immediately?
- You ordered a chicken...

    
                   
I couldn't face a chicken.
Not after all I've been through today.

    
                   
- Good, cancel the chicken.
- And bring a turkey.

    
                   
- Yes.
- With everything on the side.

    
                   
Now, tell me about you and Ernestina.

    
                   
I can't wait to hear.
It was short, but was it sweet?

    
                   
I mean, do you think you and she...?
I mean, did it go well?

    
                   
Mrs Levi, you've a habit of asking
very personal questions.

    
                   
Mr Vandergelder, if you're thinking
of marriage, you might as well learn...

    
                   
that you have to let women be women. Now,
tell me, did you like her? Did she like you?

    
                   
Always putting your nose
into other people's affairs.

    
                   
Anybody who lived with you
would get as nervous as a cat.

    
                   
- What did you say?
- Anybody who lived with you...

    
                   
Horace Vandergelder, you get that idea
right out of your head this minute.

    
                   
Why, the idea of you
even mentioning such a thing.

    
                   
Understand once and for all that
I have no intention of marrying you.

    
                   
- I didn't mean that.
- You've been hinting around for some time.

    
                   
- I have not.
- So put that right out of your head.

    
                   
- Stop saying that. That's not what I meant.
- I should hope not.

    
                   
You go your way and I'll go mine.

    
                   
I am not some Irene Molloy whose head you
can turn with chocolate peanuts. Unshelled.

    
                   
- The idea of you suggesting it.
- You misunderstood me.

    
                   
I certainly hope so. Let's not
discuss it any more. Here's our food.

    
                   
- I don't feel well.
- I'll serve Mr Vandergelder.

    
                   
Here is a lovely, a lovely wing, for you.

    
                   
And some dumplings.
Oh, lighter than air, they are.

    
                   
- That's what I need, some air.
- And some giblets.

    
                   
Very, very tender and very good for you.

    
                   
No, as I said before,
you go your way and I'll go mine.

    
                   
Here, have some wine, you'll feel better.

    
                   
Since you brought it up,
there's one thing I oughta say...

    
                   
- I didn't bring it up.
- before we forget about it.

    
                   
It's true, I like to manage things, but not
anything as disorderly as your household.

    
                   
As out of control, as untidy. Oh, no,
Horace, you can do that for yourself.

    
                   
- It is not out of control.
- Let's not say another word.

    
                   
- Oh, have some beets.
- I'm not hungry and I don't like beets.

    
                   
No, a complaining, quarrelsome, friendless
soul like you is no sort of companion for me.

    
                   
You salt your beets and I'll salt mine.
I won't say another word.

    
                   
- Besides, I'm not those things you said I am.
- You're the only person that knows it.

    
                   
No, Horace, I have decided to enjoy life.

    
                   
You can find a housekeeper
who'll cook for a dollar a day.

    
                   
It can be done, if you like cold
baked beans. I can see you now,

    
                   
ending your days listening at keyholes
for fear of being cheated.

    
                   
- Have some more beets. They're delicious.
- I hate beets.

    
                   
There, that's the difference between us.

    
                   
I'd be nagging you,
to get some spirit into you,

    
                   
and the pity of it is you could be
a charming, amiable man if you wanted to.

    
                   
- I don't want to be charming.
- But you are. You can't help yourself.

    
                   
Listening at keyholes! You have
no right to say such things.

    
                   
- At your age you ought to enjoy the truth.
- My age, you're always talking about my age.

    
                   
I don't know what your age is, but with
bad temper you'll double it in six months.

    
                   
Now siddown. Before we change the subject,
there's one thing I'll say.

    
                   
I don't wanna hear it. You're wasting your
time. I have no intention of proposing.

    
                   
Oh! I suppose you want me to ask you?
Well, I'm sorry. I'm turning you down.

    
                   
How can you turn me down
when I haven't asked ya anything?

    
                   
It's no use arguing. I've made up your mind.
Here, let me cut your wings.

    
                   
- I don't want my wings cut.
- No man does, Horace. No man does.

    
                   
I've got a headache. I'm leaving.

    
                   
Oh, no, the dance competition
is about to begin.

    
                   
Ladies and gentlemen, if I may
have your attention please.

    
                   
It is my pleasure to announce on behalf of
the management of the Harmonia Gardens,

    
                   
that our dance contest
is about to commence.

    
                   
The judges for tonight's competition
are Mr Hermann Fleishacker,

    
                   
Mr Llewellyn Codd,

    
                   
and our special guest-of-honour
judge, Mrs Dolly Levi.

    
                   
Siddown!

    
                   
Ladies and gentlemen
who wish to participate,

    
                   
will you please come to the dance floor.
To the lucky winning couple...

    
                   
goes the grand prize of    silver dollars
or an engagement at the Harmonia Gardens.

    
                   
  .

    
                   
Everybody, dance!

    
                   
- Your check, sir.
- Another bottle of champagne.

    
                   
Mm! Look at him. What grace, what talent,
what a living he could earn with his feet!

    
                   
- Horace, look.
- Where?

    
                   
- Wait a minute.
- Oh, isn't he wonderful?

    
                   
That's Ambrose Kemper, so-called artist.

    
                   
- Why, so it is.
- No wonder his pictures are so awful.

    
                   
- He must paint with his feet.
- He's sure to win first prize.

    
                   
Ermengarde should see him now,
dancing with another girl.

    
                   
- And such a pretty little thing too.
- It's shameful, that's what it is. Shameful.

    
                   
Look, there's that Molloy
woman dancing with a man.

    
                   
I think it's a man.

    
                   
And only a few hours ago
she was waiting for me to propose.

    
                   
- Shocking.
- No faithfulness left in this world.

    
                   
I agree. I certainly do. And it's
very selfish that people like us

    
                   
don’t jump right up and marry someone
just to set the world a good example.

    
                   
My hat!

    
                   
Ermengarde!

    
                   
- Uncle...
- My niece!

    
                   
You are a disgrace to Yonkers!

    
                   
- Mr Vandergelder, the contest!
- I'll show you a contest!

    
                   
Call the police!

    
                   
Uncle Horace, we can explain.

    
                   
Exp...? I'll give you...

    
                   
Cornelius Hackl!

    
                   
- What are you doing in New York?
- Delivering some oats.

    
                   
Oats? With my former intended?

    
                   
- You're discharged!
- You can't fire me. I quit.

    
                   
So do I.

    
                   
- And you're discharged!
- You can't fire me. I quit.

    
                   
So do I.

    
                   
I'm sorry.

    
                   
Horace Vandergelder, flat on
your back you are still charming.

    
                   
Cornelius, Barnaby,

    
                   
perhaps there's a way I can get
Mr Vandergelder to give you back your jobs.

    
                   
What? How?

    
                   
I could become his wife.

    
                   
- No, that's impossible.
- It is?

    
                   
- Yes.
- But why, Cornelius?

    
                   
- Because. That's why.
- But you have to give me a reason.

    
                   
Never mind the reason. Never mind
the reason! And don't tell me to shush!

    
                   
- What's going on there?
- Cornelius, quick!

    
                   
Hey, you! What's all this noise?
What's happening here?

    
                   
- Now, you stay out of this.
- Are you all right, Miss?

    
                   
- I'll let you know.
- Young man...

    
                   
I'm only trying to tell her something.

    
                   
Well, it's too late and
you're disturbing the peace.

    
                   
No, it's not too late. That's why I'm shouting.

    
                   
For    years, my whole life,
I never did anything.

    
                   
I just worked, took orders, never
went anywhere. Stayed in Yonkers.

    
                   
- Yonkers?
- And today...

    
                   
the most important thing that can happen
to a man, and might never have happened,

    
                   
happened to me because I left Yonkers
and came to New York and met this lady.

    
                   
Met her this afternoon.

    
                   
Mister... just what are you talking about?

    
                   
Officer, I'm talking about
none other than love.

    
                   
- Love?
- Love?

    
                   
Young man, are you trying to tell me
that after    years in Yonkers...

    
                   
you've fallen in love with
this young lady in one day?

    
                   
Oh, no, Officer, I didn't fall in love with
Miss Irene Molloy of this city in just a day.

    
                   
It was much quicker than that. An hour.

    
                   
No, even that's too long.
What's less than a minute?

    
                   
- A second?
- Less than that.

    
                   
- A moment.
- That's it.

    
                   
That is it. Now, all of you, listen to me.

    
                   
Please.

    
                   
It only takes a moment

    
                   
For your eyes to meet, and then

    
                   
Your heart knows

    
                   
In a moment

    
                   
You will never be alone again

    
                   
I held her

    
                   
For an instant

    
                   
But my arms felt sure and strong

    
                   
It only takes a moment

    
                   
To be loved

    
                   
A whole life long

    
                   
Isn't the world full of wonderful things?

    
                   
I have lost so many things. My job, my future,
everything that people think is important,

    
                   
but I don't care. Cos, even if I have to
dig ditches for the rest of my life,

    
                   
I shall be a ditch-digger
who once had a wonderful day.

    
                   
Mister, do you mind?
I came in late. Right after...

    
                   
It only...

    
                   
Takes a moment

    
                   
But his arms felt sure and strong

    
                   
It only takes a moment

    
                   
He held me, for an instant

    
                   
But his arms felt safe and strong

    
                   
It only takes a moment

    
                   
To be loved a whole life long

    
                   
And that is all

    
                   
That love's about

    
                   
And we'll recall

    
                   
When time runs out

    
                   
That it only

    
                   
Took a moment

    
                   
To be loved a whole life long

    
                   
Tell Rudolph not to worry
about the damage.

    
                   
Just send the bill to Vandergelder's
Hay and Feed Store, Yonkers, New York.

    
                   
- There's your life for you.
- I don't want to hear about it.

    
                   
Without niece, without bride, without clerks.

    
                   
Look, I'm tired. I've got a backache.

    
                   
- That's all you have. I hope you're satisfied.
- Never mind.

    
                   
There's only one thing for me to say.
I've been meaning to say it all night.

    
                   
If it's to ask me to marry you, Dolly Levi,
never - not in a million years.

    
                   
It wasn't that at all, Horace.
All I wanted to say was...

    
                   
- Goodbye
- What?

    
                   
- Goodbye
- What are you talking about?

    
                   
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

    
                   
Goodbye, goodbye

    
                   
- Nonsense.
- Don't try to stop me, Horace, please.

    
                   
Wave your little hand
and whisper "So long, dearie"

    
                   
You ain't gonna see me any more

    
                   
And when you discover
that your life is dreary

    
                   
Don' t you come a-knockin' at my door

    
                   
Cos I'll be all dolled up
and singin' that song

    
                   
That says "You dog, I told you so"

    
                   
So wave your little hand
and whisper "So long, dearie"

    
                   
Dearie should have said "So long"
so long ago

    
                   
Because you treated me
so rotten and rough

    
                   
I have had enough of feeling low

    
                   
So wave your little hand
and whisper "So long, dearie"

    
                   
Dearie should have said "So long"
so long ago

    
                   
For I can hear that choo-choo
calling me on to a fancy new address

    
                   
Yes, I can hear that choo-choo calling me
on, on board that Happiness Express

    
                   
I'm gonna learn to dance
and drink and smoke a cigarette

    
                   
I'm going as far away
from Yonkers as a girl can get

    
                   
So

    
                   
And on those cold winter nights, Horace,

    
                   
you can snuggle up to your cash register.

    
                   
It's a little lumpy, but it rings.

    
                   
Don't come a-knockin', I'll be
all dolled up and singin' that song

    
                   
That says "You dog, I told you so"

    
                   
So, Horace, you will find
your life a sad old story

    
                   
You'll be living in that lonesome territory

    
                   
When you see old Dolly shuffle off to glory

    
                   
Oh, I should have said "So long"

    
                   
How could I have been wrong?

    
                   
Oh, I should have said "So long"

    
                   
So long ago

    
                   
Quiet! Quiet, down there,
you... little monsters.

    
                   
Cornelius! Barnaby!

    
                   
D'ya hear me down there?

    
                   
Ermengarde!

    
                   
What the devil is this?

    
                   
What's this chicken mash doing all over?

    
                   
Cornelius! Barnaby!

    
                   
Get up here this minute
and clean up this mess.

    
                   
Well, good riddance. Didn't need you
before and I don't need you now.

    
                   
Ermengarde! I'm ready for my breakfast!

    
                   
I want three eggs with crisp bacon,
and hot porridge with cream, and grits...

    
                   
It's not fair.

    
                   
It's worse than that. It's lonely.

    
                   
Not in a million years, Dolly Levi.

    
                   
You go your way and I'll go mine.

    
                   
- Good morning, Uncle Horace.
- Good morning, Mr Vandergelder.

    
                   
Oh, come crawling back, have you?

    
                   
I've a good mind not to take you
but, as I'm so soft-hearted,

    
                   
go get your aprons
and start cleaning up this mess.

    
                   
We're not coming back to work for you.

    
                   
What?

    
                   
Barnaby and I are stopping by for our money.

    
                   
- You see, we've decided to go into business.
- Business?

    
                   
And since the only business we know is
hay and feed, we're opening our own store.

    
                   
Mrs Levi's found the perfect location for us.

    
                   
- Right across the street from you.
- She wouldn't dare.

    
                   
Hackl and Tucker Incorporated.

    
                   
Huh! You'll last for a week.

    
                   
- What about my breakfast?
- Uncle Horace,

    
                   
I think you'd better start
learning how to make it yourself.

    
                   
All right, all right. My conscience is clear.

    
                   
A man can do only so much to keep
fools from their own natural folly.

    
                   
Why, Horace Vandergelder, as I live
and breathe, how well you look today.

    
                   
I just came by to return your cane,
so don't let me interrupt.

    
                   
You were doing something?
What were you doing?

    
                   
We were getting their money.

    
                   
$   .  .

    
                   
- Plus $ .   of mine.
- And the money my mama left me.

    
                   
That's right. $  .  .

    
                   
-    idiot.
-   ... Uncle.

    
                   
All right, all right. If all you can think about at
a time like this is money, the safe is upstairs.

    
                   
And I have the combination.

    
                   
- You stay here.
- If you insist, Horace.

    
                   
Ephraim Levi, I'm gonna get married again.

    
                   
I'm gonna marry Horace Vandergelder.

    
                   
And I'm asking your permission.

    
                   
It won't be a marriage
in the sense that we had one,

    
                   
but I shall certainly make him happy.

    
                   
You can be sure of that.

    
                   
I am going to marry Horace Vandergelder
and send his money out into the world,

    
                   
doing all the things you taught me.

    
                   
As you always used to say, Ephraim: "Money,
pardon the expression, is like manure."

    
                   
"It's not worth a thing unless it's spread
around, encouraging young things to grow."

    
                   
Anyhow, that's the opinion
of the future Mrs Vandergelder.

    
                   
And, Ephraim, I'm still waiting
for that sign that you approve.

    
                   
- Mr Vandergelder.
- Outside. Front and back.

    
                   
Bossy, scheming, meddling,

    
                   
irritating, inquisitive, exasperating.

    
                   
Horace, I know you're no longer interested,

    
                   
but I have found you the ideal wife.

    
                   
Dolly Levi, I don't want you
to find me any ideal wife.

    
                   
If I want an ideal wife, I'll find one of my own,
and I have found her and it's you, damn it!

    
                   
I know I've been a fool and I probably always
will be, but Dolly, forgive me and... marry me.

    
                   
No, Horace, I...

    
                   
- I don't dare. I don't dare.
- What do you mean?

    
                   
Well, you know as well as I do
that you're the first citizen of Yonkers,

    
                   
and your wife would
have to be a... a somebody.

    
                   
You are! You are a wonderful woman.

    
                   
Yes, but, uh... do you really
think I have it in me...

    
                   
to forgo fancy clothes
and expensive jewels,

    
                   
and instead be a benefactress
to half the town?

    
                   
In other words, to be a credit to you?

    
                   
Dolly, everybody knows that you
could do anything you wanted to do.

    
                   
By the way, Horace, here's the money
I borrowed from you yesterday.

    
                   
Keep it, keep it.

    
                   
Oh, Horace.

    
                   
I never thought I'd ever
hear you say anything like that.

    
                   
You know it's bad business
to let 'em open a store over there?

    
                   
- It was your idea.
- Let him be your partner.

    
                   
And Barnaby can have Cornelius's old job.

    
                   
That way we can all dance
at Ermengarde's wedding.

    
                   
That does it. You've gone too far. I'll dance
at no wedding. Besides, I don't know how.

    
                   
- All right, I'll dance.
- Excuse me, Mr Vandergelder.

    
                   
- I said outside! Now get moving.
- Horace, what is going on around here?

    
                   
Oh, nothing, I just thought I'd have
the shutters done over in forest green.

    
                   
- Forest-green shutters?
- The paint's still good,

    
                   
but that fellow's just set up
a business and needs a good start.

    
                   
You see, Dolly, I've always felt that money,
pardon the expression, is like manure.

    
                   
It's not worth a thing unless it's spread
around, encouraging young things to grow.

    
                   
Thank you, Ephraim.

    
                   
Hello, Dolly

    
                   
Well, hello, Dolly

    
                   
It's so nice to have you here
where you belong

    
                   
I never knew, Dolly

    
                   
Without you, Dolly

    
                   
Life was awfully flat and,
more than that, was awfully wrong

    
                   
Here's my hat, Horace

    
                   
I'm stayin' where I'm at, Horace

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
Wonderful woman.

    
                   
Again

    
                   
Put on your Sunday clothes
when you feel down and out

    
                   
Strut down the street
and have your picture took

    
                   
Dressed like a dream
your spirits seem to turn about

    
                   
That Sunday shine is a certain sign

    
                   
That you feel as fine as you look

    
                   
Take the someone whose arms you're in

    
                   
Hold on to her tight and spin

    
                   
And one, two, three. One, two, three.
One, two, three, look!

    
                   
I held her

    
                   
For an instant

    
                   
But my arms felt sure and strong

    
                   
It only takes a moment

    
                   
To be loved a whole life long

    
                   
Yes, it takes a woman

    
                   
A dainty woman

    
                   
A sweetheart, a mistress, a wife

    
                   
Oh, yes, it takes a woman

    
                   
A fragile woman

    
                   
To bring you the sweet things in life

    
                   
Well, well, hello, Dolly

    
                   
Well, hello, Dolly

    
                   
It's so nice to have you back
where you belong

    
                   
You're lookin' swell, Dolly

    
                   
We can tell, Dolly

    
                   
You're still glowin', you're still crowin'

    
                   
You're still goin' strong

    
                   
Just see the crowd swayin'

    
                   
While the band's playin'

    
                   
One of your old favourite songs
from way back when

    
                   
So

    
                   
Wow, wow, wow, fellas

    
                   
Look at the old girl now, fellas

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
Dolly'll never go away

    
                   
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