Step Lively

-Package, Miller. -That way.

Gordon Miller, collect.

Charge for Mr. Miller.

Laundry, valet.

Charge to Gordon Miller.

Flowers, candy.

Crillton, one moment, please.

Crillton, one moment, please.

Gordon Miller, line is busy.

Gordon Miller, line is busy.

Gordon Miller, line is busy.

Crillton, one moment, please.

Calls for Mr. Miller.

Gordon Miller.

Gordon Miller.

Gordon Miller, Gordon Miller, Gordon Miller...

...Gordon Miller, Gordon Miller, Gordon Miller.

Gordon Miller. Boy.

- Who are those for? - Mr. Gordon Miller.

Mr. Gordon Miller?

-Penthouse. -Yes, sir.

-And, young man? -Yes, sir?

There's too much fiddle-faddling going on in this hotel.

-Yes, sir. -Singing and so forth.

-Yes, sir. -I want no more of it.

Yes, sir.

-This is a hotel, not a music box. -Yes, sir. Penthouse.

Will someone define

That thin dividing line

Upon the answer, lovers all depend

-Gordon! -Shh!

Don't shush me. I should never have allowed you in this hotel.

Don't break it up, they're getting it.

-Getting what? -That.

Hear, hear!

We want a showdown Yes, yes

We want the low-down Yes, yes

How do you get to be a spouse?

Where does love begin And where does friendship end?

The question is a knotty one, And really needs an answer

Where does love begin And where does friendship end?

A guy and girl start shakin' hands Now, when does he romance her?

Romeo loved Juliet

But when did they first start to pet?

Why, even Casanova had to stop

And think it over

-Sit down. -I don't wanna sit, I wanna talk to Gordon.

I'm in a terrible spot. Supervising director's arriving to inspect the books.

-Been knocking down? -No.

And where does friendship end?

It's a very silly notion That you have to show emotion

-So as a doctor of biology, I-- Hooray!

I shall presently inform you That the stimuli that warm you

-Are a product of psychology Hooray!

But where does love begin And where does friendship end?

Why is it when I look at you I get the strangest feeling

Where does love begin And where does friendship end?

I seem to be a bit confused I feel my senses reeling

The friendship that they cherished

Quickly falls away

Plain to see it's perished

By way of shotgun or halter They'll meet at the altar

So this is where one little kiss

Will tear away that mystery

Of how you lose a friend

For here's where love begins

Here's where Cupid wins

Here's where love begins

And here's where friendship

Ends

-That's swell, kids. That's enough for tonight. -Gordon.

-Oh, oh. Gribble, what are you shaking about? -Trouble with his bookkeeper.

He's not a bookkeeper. Mr. Wagner was sent by the board of directors.

-You been gambling again? -I've been gambling on you.

He'll discover your bill. It's the largest one in the hotel.

What will I tell him? If he finds out

you're my brother-in-law, that's the end of me.

You really think he'll make trouble?

No, he'll kiss me, he'll give me a medal

for extending $1200 credit to a shoestringer.

Watch that, Joe. No cracks.

Be reasonable. You advertise all the comforts of home.

-So what? -At home we didn't pay.

-Everything's free. -If only you would've nursed it alone...

...but you had to move in 22 actors who clean out my dining room like locusts.

The poor kids had to eat someplace.

Yeah, we had to keep the cast together.

Just imagine what a wonderful satisfaction when you go to bed at night...

...you can say to yourself, "Ah. Today I fed 22 starving actors."

I'm running a hotel, I'm not The Salvation Army.

-From my piano, the number looked terrific. -Oh, thanks.

-Please pay attention. -Sure.

Don't worry, Gordon has a backer.

- I'm sorry, I cannot tell that to Mr. Wagner. Why not?

You had backers coming, none of them came through.

Never one like this. This guy's really coming.

-We're expecting him now, name's Jenkins. -That's right.

-But I came up here-- -I hate to miss the fun, we've got to work.

Come on, girls. Well?

Oh.

Thank you kindly. See you later?

Well, I'll try.

Look, what are you getting upset about a measly $1200?

- There's a time in every businessman's life-- Room service.

-Refreshments, put them over here. -Thanks.

- Put them on the table. Harry, sign for this. - Sure.

Oh, no. No more charges against this penthouse.

Wait a minute, you're not gonna ask that poor boy...

...to carry that great big heavy tray all the way back downstairs, are you?

Very well. I'll sign it myself.

-That's more like you, Joe. -That's the last room service you'll get.

Joe, lend me a dollar, will you?

-Here. -Thanks.

Here.

-Here you are, chum. -Thank you, sir.

-It's okay. -Listen to me, Gordon--

Hey, that's my dollar.

-I'll find out for you, madam. -Thank you.

-Give me the porter. Yes, sir? -Mr. Gordon Miller, I'm expected.

-That's the penthouse. -Thank you.

Hello. Who do I say is calling?

Oh.

Oh.

Your typewriter's open.

Hmm? Oh, yes.

-I hope I didn't embarrass you. -That's all right.

-Are you Miss Gypsy? -No, I'm not.

Well, it seemed rather logical.

-Did it? -Yes.

-I was going for the elevator, when I came-- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello. What?

Oh, there is? Okay, thank you very much. All right, fellows, break it up.

There's a man on the way up here, it must be Jenkins. It's got to be Jenkins.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hello. Yes, madam.

Oh, no, no, I couldn't possibly consider your offer of $20,000.

I think you'll find it very difficult to buy in to a show...

...as big as this one for such a small amount of money.

Yes, thank you very much.

Okay, fellows, do your stuff.

-Yes, sir? -Mr. Miller?

That's right, come right in.

-You were expecting me-- -Yes.

They called up from the desk. I'm delighted to see you.

-Mr. Binion, my producer. -How are you doing?

This is one of my associates. Make yourself comfortable. Get the man drink.

Will you have a cigar? I can recommend these, I use it myself.

I know you're a busy man, so I don't wanna waste your time.

-Let's get right down to business. -Well, that's fine.

Ha-ha-ha. That's a man after my own heart.

-Harry, the music. -Quite so.

Binion, get that phone. Tell the folks on the desk...

...no interruptions for a few minutes. Everybody wants to back this play.

Listen to that stuff. Throw you ear over there.

Isn't that lovely? That gorgeous?

When this show is put on, Oklahoma will be just another state.

Hello, who?

This is gonna be a cinch, Mr. Jenkins.

-Mr. Jenkins? -I beg your pardon.

- Like buying a solid-gold mine, Mr. Jenkins. Yes, Mr. Jenkins.

We've got the chorus all picked out. The show is in rehearsal now.

-I don't mind telling you, Mr. Jenkins-- -Yes, Mr. Jenkins.

Binion, would you mind not sounding like an echo?

- That'll be all right, Mr. Jenkins. - What's wrong here?

-That man is an impostor. -He's a what?

That was Jenkins. He can't get here till tomorrow.

What kind of a gag are you trying to pull on me, young man?

- I never said I was Jenkins. - Who are you?

-I'm Glenn Russell. -Glenn Russell? Never heard of him.

-Get rid of this guy. -Come on.

Just a second.

Two months ago, I sent you a play called Godspeed...

...and $1500 for a share in the production which you readily accepted.

And that's the last I heard from you.

You sent me play Godspeed, 15--?

Pardon me, just a moment. What did you say your name was?

-Glenn Russell. -Glenn Russell, well, of course.

Oh, Russell, the playwright.

-Good to see you, make yourself at home. -Thank you.

Let's get something straight, what about my play and money?

-The play and the money-- -Uh-uh. One question at a time.

But I still wanna know about my play.

I'll let you in on a secret. Your play is in rehearsal now.

-And the $1500? -That's in rehearsal too.

What my friend wants to say is, the 1500 is working for you.

-Glenn, it's working for you. -That's nice, I worked pretty hard for it.

Could I ask you how you earn so much money?

-Singing. -Singing?

Oh, a singing Shakespeare. Heh-heh.

I'll tell you what to do. You go home,

forget about the whole thing. We'll put on the play.

-And when it's all ready, we'll send for you. -Why?

-You've got a home, haven't you? -Sure.

-You got a mother? -Naturally.

-A father? -Stepfather.

Don't tell me you left your mother with your stepfather?

Horrible mistake. You ought to be on your way home.

-On the next bus. -Sure.