I Love Melvin

All right. Take me into number one.

- Okay, number one. - Watch out for that cable.

- Can you see a Mark's, Joel? - Okay, everybody, on your toes.

- Miss Leroy is ready. - That's it.

- Leroy's ready, sir. - All right.

- Miss Leroy's Ready. - Miss Leroy's Ready.

Miss Leroy is our biggest star.

Quiet. We're rolling it.

- Speed. - Action.

We are the gentleman of the press.

Yes, we are. Yes, we are. Yes, indeed, indeed we are.

Our editor sent us to you, to interview you.

For Judy Leroy. You're America's pride and joy.

You're the prettiest, wittiest, glamour girl by far.

Yes, you are, yes, you are. Yes indeed, indeed you are.

The fact that we want must be positively feminine.

We don't want to know when you have tea if you put cream or lemon in.

Well, the facts I give are genuinely, intimately feminine.

A lady loves expensive clothes and pretty jewels and furs and friends chapeaus.

She loves her lingerie in black. It suits her zodiac.

Loves a penthouse where she'll be content to stay.

Finds little gifts on her breakfast tray.

But now and then pack and sail away,

for a simple Riviera holiday.

A lady loves "beacoup l'amour".

But first of all, she loves to be secure.

And she adores the subtle praise that it's the man who pays.

Yet there's one vital thought she will place

above all of the things I make mention of.

That most of all. A lady loves to love.

A lady loves her phobias. She has complexities.

She will insist.

It gives her things to talk about with her psychiatrist.

Incidentally, whenever she drops her glove,

gentlemen know what she's thinking of.

That most of all. A lady loves to love.

And what is more, a lady loves to live.

And what is more, a lady lives to love.

Cut it. Print it.

- Sensational. Judy, that was sensational. - Thank you.

Thank you.

- That was really something, Miss Leroy. - Thank you.

It sure was.

You're certainly easy to photograph, Miss Leroy.

- Terrific, Judy. - Oh, really?

- Can't top that in a hurry, honey. - Thank you.

Isn't she pretty?

- A wonderful number, Miss Leroy. - Oh, you're sweet.

- That was great, Miss Leroy. - Thank you.

- Swell, Judy. - Thank you.

Bob. Bob Taylor. How nice.

Judy, how do you do it?

Every day you're more wonderful, and more beautiful.

Judy, I've got to talk to you.

Judy. Judy.

Judy. Judy. Come on, get up. It's late.

Judy!

Aww, Mom, Bob Taylor was just saying something important.

Oh, come on.

Oh, just five minutes. Maybe I could dream it back.

All right, but don't blame me if you're late to the theater call.

And there's a chorus rehearsal at 1030.

Rehearsal? We opened the show two weeks ago.

Well, all I know is they want you there on time.

I'll have your breakfast on the table.

Miss Leroy is our biggest star.

- Morning, Pops. Hi, pumpkin. - Hi.

Did you leave lipstick?

Not much. What's the matter? You got the grumps this morning.

Who wouldn't have? Look at the paper.

Taxes going up again. Prices going up again.

The whole financial world's standing on its head and nobody worrying about it.

So why should you? What a morning. Thanks, mom.

- Think I'll take a walk through the zoo. - Just watch your time.

- What's with you today, pumpkin? - Mitzi and me are going skating.

- Pops. Can I get a skate key? - Another one?

- How many is that this week? - Just two. I love...

Two a week? What are you trying to do, corner the market?

Skate keys don't cost much.

That's not the point. It's the principle. Two a week that's eight a month.

That's 96 skate keys a year.

I didn't lose 96...

I think it's time we all realize something.

You know that drugstore down the street?

I don't own that store. Mr. Prowdy owns that store.

- I'm a mere wage earner. - Yes, Pops, we know.

Yes. I'm not a financier.

Now, Frank, stop running yourself down.

We're comfortable. There's food on the table. Eat.

I could get sick, you know. I could get fired.

I've been trying to tell you. Mr. Prowdy hates me.

He's hated me for 20 years.

- Oh, Frank, he does not. - He does too. He told me so.

Oh, Pops. Anyway, I'm working.

Show business, finds steady employment.

Maybe someday she'll be a star.

This new part could do something for her too.

- Maybe she'll get a raise. - What new part?

What Mr. McAvitty said. The stage manager.

I didn't know anything about a new part. When did he say?

When he called before...

A part? You mean I'm not in the chorus anymore?

- Don't ask me. - Better I Call him.

A part? Whoee!

People starve and choke. Who am I talking to? The walls.

Hello, Mr. McAvitty? This is Judy Leroy.

What's all this about a part?

- Really? - What's he saying?

Well, what part is it?

The football ballet. What do I do?

- Oh! - Well?

I'm the football.

Well, bye Pop.

- Want a company, miss? - No, thank you.

- Good morning, Judy. - Hi, Clancy. How are you?

Okay.

Careful. Watch your step.

Someday my love will come along.

The one and only one for me.

You'll be charming, strong and six foot two.

Well, maybe even six foot three.

I know what he'll look like.

He will be so story book like.

And he'll fill a cozy look like I would want him to.

But much to my regret.

We have never met as yet.

I know what he'll look like.

He will babble on so brook like

And for him I'll try to cook like Mother taught me too

But much to my regret

my heart is just an apple cart.

That's waiting to be upset.

We have never met as yet

Yes, I'll know him when I see him

And I'll fall in no time flat.

And I'm sure her that when it happens,

It'll happen just like that.

I know what she'll be like

sort of warm and vanity like.

And she'll fall in love with me like I would want her to.

But much to my regret, we have never met.

Has yet.

I know what she'll sigh like.

Just the kind of sigh that I like.

She won't cry like and won't lie like other girls I know.

But much to my regret.

My heart is just an apple cart that's waiting to be upset.

For we have never met...

Why don't you get your brakes, relined?

Lady driver.

Yes, I'll know her when I see her and she won't act so high hat.

And I'm sure that when it happens,

it'll happen but not with that.

Hey, the Lions House is closed today.

Look Magazine. We're doing a layout here.

Oh, sure.

Hey, just a second.

- Look Magazine. - Oh, yes, sir.

- Look Magazine. - Where you been? Small time?

I'm waiting 20 minutes for those flash balls.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mergo. The office set, well, they just...

No, don't get so nervous, boy. I understand.

Your job isn't so easy carrying around those heavy bulbs.

Think of the mental strain any other man could crack.

- Oh, no, sir. I won't crack. - Give me the bulbs. Give him to me.

All right, now stand over there. Go ahead.

- Here? - No, in there

Yeah. Closer. Closer. I can't seem to get any action out of that guy.

All right, now, make him mad.

Is that the best you can do? Put some muscle in.

- No, take it away from him. - Take what away?

The bone. The bone?

I take that bone away from him, he'll take this bone away from me.

You want to be a photographer, don't you?

- Yeah, with two arms. - Oh, for the love...

What's the matter? You afraid of a lion?

Get out of the way.

Mr. Mergo, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I wouldn't do that. Mr. Mergo.

- Now, Mr. Mergo. - Let go.

- Mr. Mergo. Very mad, Mr. Mergo. - Let go.

Let go!

- Can't seem to place that face. - I can't place yours either.

Blow.

- Look magazine. - Like to see the show?

Oh, thanks. I'll just drop around backstage.

Boo-ra-ti-boo. Boo-ra-te-baa. One for the team now.

Ra-ra-ra!

Boo-ra-ti-boo. Boo-ra-te-baa.

Give up gang with the battle cry.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Boom! Hooray!

Saturday afternoon before the game.

On Saturday afternoon before the football game.

Happy crowd before again from everywhere.

Saturday afternoon before the game.

For the saturday afternoons and ever quite the same.

Hey, take it easy, fellas.

Hey, thanks.

No kicking on third down, tack them, ref.