Mae West

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- Well, seen enough? - Oh, yes, sir, Mr Mickey, sir.

Er... I guess I seen plenty.

Oh, come on, boys.

We're just a lotta people havin' a little fun here, that's all.

Take it easy! Sit down! Sit down!

Take it easy. All we want is the cast and crew.

West, I'm afraid you're gonna have to come with me.

What have ya got to be afraid of, Officer?

Court is recessed for one hour.

Hold it a second. Hold it a second. Of course.

Everybody in time, everybody in time.

- Okay, there. Please, Miss West.

- All righty, here you go, honey. - Oh, thank you!

Thank you. Any time, honey.

God bless, bye.

Mae, you got a lotta fans.

Yeah, I think the enemies outnumber 'em.

Say, how do I look anyway? A little mussed?

- A bit. Go in and freshen up. - Okay.

Mae, this judge ain't no bush leaguer.

Stop foolin' around with him.

Do you notice the turnout? Great house, I love matinee.

Mae, this ain't a dress rehearsal, damn it.

This guy'll send ya up.

You gotta behave yourself.

Ya gotta be good.

Oh...

When I'm good, I'm very good.

When I'm bad...

I'm better.

Stop your fussin'. Save it for the kids!

Today of all days, you have them after, Jack.

Oh, you mean her debut thing?

Well, I'm not all that warm to it anyway.

You're not gonna stay home.

I won't permit it.

- You're gonna break her heart. Oh, I'll be there.

Stick, plaster, bandages and all!

I'll never hear the end of it.

That doesn't mean I favour the thing, and that's understood.

- Sit, sit down. - What?

Sit down, I'll clean you up.

Father, what happened?

Your father had another fight at the livery stable,

with exquisite Irish timing.

Fight, nothin'. It was retribution.

I rent a man a good horse, he brings it back

all foam and welt marks.

Well, I put him in the hospital.

I used my fist on him first. And then, the blackjack.

You used the blackjack? - To make a point, dear.

It leaves a lasting impression.

I need no motherin'.

Ow!

I need no motherin'.

Jack, please. Your cigar, please!

What?!

You know what it does to her.

Oh, Jack.

Jack!

Jack! Come on.

Truth to tell, I hope she messes up

and put an end to all this crazy talk

about show business and careers and the like.

The girl is gifted. She's really gifted.

The girl is a girl.

And you all the time encouraging her. I'll never understand it.

Mattie, you are the source of this trouble!

Is that so? That's fascinating.

- Come on inside. - No.

Oh, Jack.

Go on, honey. He's playing your cue.

Where's my spotlight?

I'm supposed to have a spotlight!

Thank you.

Now.

I'm over here!

What the hell is this?

Jack.

Mae!

Well, look at this.

If nerve was oil, she'd be richer than Rockefeller.

If you're gonna preach, preach at me,

but leave my daughter alone.

Why should I leave her alone?

Because she's different!

And we're blessed because of her.

The theatre is bad enough, now it's men? Blessed?!

Now, you mark my words, young lady.

No decent men will have you.

Not for a wife, anyway.

Oh, Jack, stop it.

For once in your life, leave it alone.

Well...

It's a man's world, they tell us.

I guess you're learning that.

And I hate it, Mama. And you hate it, too.

Don't hate anything yet.

I made my choice.

And out of that, I got you.

I wouldn't change it for anything.

You have your life ahead of you.

And you're gifted and you're talented.

And, yes, you are special.

And you know it.

Listen to me, princess.

Don't stick yourself with one man.

Don't let anybody put you on a leash.

Make your own rules.

You hold the leash.

Your world's not gonna be a man's world.

It's gonna be yours.

Promise me. Promise me it's gonna be your world.

Hmm?

Promise me!

- I promise. - Yes.

(BAND PLAYING "SHINE ON, HARVEST MOON")

Who's the new act?

Kinda like his style.

Say, friend, by chance you aren't tryin' to move in on me now, are ya?