Gold Diggers of 1937

Oh, baby, what I couldn't do

With plenty of money and you

In spite of the worry that money brings

Just a little filthy lucre Buys a lot of things

And I could take you to places You'd like to go

But outside of that, I've no use for dough

It's the root of all evil Of strife and upheaval

But I'm certain, honey That life could be sunny

With plenty of money and you

All right, now, boys.

This afternoon, for our final session...

...we will have with us Andy Callahan, manager of the Good Life Agency.

Introducing, Andy Callahan.

Men, I've only got one thing to say.

Carloadings.

Carloadings.

What does it mean when I say that carloadings...

...are up 16 and one-half percent over last month?

What does that got to do with life insurance?

Plenty.

It means there is no depression.

Don't let your prospect talk about it.

All you've got to do is get him so enthused...

...over what life insurance would do for him...

...that he can see himself lying in his grave...

...glorying in the physical comfort of his family.

You can't sell insurance sitting on your chairs in the office.

You've got to get out and get it.

All right, now, boys. Let's go.

Everybody follow our song leader, Rosmer Peek.

Where is Rosmer?

Come on, Rosmer. Come out from wherever you are.

Rosmer, come on.

Rosmer.

We want Rosmer. We want Rosmer.

Now, Boop. I'm gonna get someplace, see?

When I left school, I got this business to please my father.

I'm not cut out for it, neither are you. Yes, sir, boy.

I'm gonna get out of this insurance business as soon as I get back to New York.

Peek. Oglethorpe.

Come on, up and at them. On your toes.

That's the old pep. They want you to sing.

I thought you cured them yesterday.

So did I. Guess they had a relapse.

That's the old stuff. Give them all you got.

All right, Andy, we'll give our all for Good Life.

You'll get pie in the sky

You'll get pie in the sky When you die, die, die

If you buy, buy, buy life insurance

Lilies will adorn you Relatives will mourn you

They'll be in the gravy When you're in the grave

You'll get pie in the sky

Angels high all will cry

Did you buy, buy, buy

The Super Great, The Pearly Gate

The New York Colossal The U.S. Old Fossil

The A.K. And A.Z. The Knee-deep-in-daisy

Life insurance

Everybody.

You'll get pie in the sky

You'll get pie in the sky When you die, die, die

If you buy, buy, buy life insurance

Lilies will adorn you Relatives will mourn you

They'll be in the gravy When you're in the grave

You'll get pie

All aboard.

The Jolly Maids.

We should be called The Fire Horse Brigade.

No company made a quick round trip to Atlantic City since footlights were invented.

I must say it's very humiliating.

I haven't got over it yet.

Oh, dear, I feel as if I were going to faint any minute.

Save it. There's no man around to catch you.

I thought it was such a pretty little show.

You didn't ever see the show.

All you ever saw was that moonfaced tenor.

Working for Herman is like a student tour.

I should be used to it, but I'm not.

Hello, Verna.

Hello, dear.

I want my luggage, if you please.

She wants her luggage.

Aren't you going back with us?

Oh, dear, no.

I couldn't think of riding on that beastly train.

I hate trains.

She hates trains.

- Take them over to the car like a good man. - Yes, miss.

Harry ran up for me, you know.

She'd wear that coat if it killed her.

Six months ago, she was working for a seamstress.

- Now she's engaged to a broker. - How'd she get such a break?

One day, my children, the broker ripped his pants.

The rest is history.

I've come to the opinion she's got the right idea.

- That's only way to get ahead. - Work for a seamstress?

Yeah... No. Be a gold digger.

Well, of course, a girl doesn't have to be a gold digger exactly...

...but if she wants to be nice to a man and takes a present or two from him...

...in a nice way, I mean.

And men just love to give presents to little girls and it's such fun.

I mean, opening packages.

Yeah, if y'all's conscience don't jump out at you.

Girls, from now on, you're looking at a new Genevieve.

A gal who starts with that old slogan, "Get your man."

And ends with the old police slogan, "Cherchez la femme."

What are you doing?

I'm doing nothing in this world but looking for a job.

They don't advertise for chorus girls. They just whisper it.

Nevertheless, I want a job.

One where they hand you a pay envelope every Saturday night and out comes money.

Sounds interesting.

Oh, look.

Look, girls. The gold rush.

Get out your pick and shovel.

I always love men around me when I'm hungry.

Girls, we're saved. Look what's getting on.

Happy days are here again.

I hope there's a fat man among them. I like fat men.

You can always outrun them.

They're insurance salesmen.

Whoever heard of an insurance salesman with a dime?

They have expense accounts and we can get dinner.

I never did like starving.

- You coming along? - No, thank you.

- You coming, Genevieve? - Not me.

I never yet found a worthwhile guy.

I'm going to explore the observation car.

I think I'll go with you.

Well, good luck.

- You all ready, girls? Yes.

Come on, let's go.

I hope I find some kind of a boyfriend.

- Come on, girls. Just get in, get in.

Hello. Hello.

What's the matter, Sally? Open the door.

We're hungry.

Well, it's stuck or locked or something.

Say, can I help?

Oh, thank you.

That's the kind of work I do.

Say, I'm afraid it is locked.

Oh, dear. We were on our way to the diner.

I don't want you to think I'm fresh or anything...

...but if you'll sit down and wait till I'm hungry...

...I'll break that door down and go in with you.

Well, I hardly think I should.

There's no sense in your going back when you come this far.

- Sit down, I'll tell you my story. - Well, I might if it isn't too long.

Come here.

I hope y'all forgive me.

But sitting here with a strange gentleman makes me feel terribly embarrassed.

At home on the plantation...

...my daddy wouldn't think of letting me talk to a strange northerner.

Northerner?

Honey, didn't you know I was from the South?

Why, that makes a big difference.

Oh, sure enough, honey.

What are we waiting for? Come on, let's play.

I won't tell your pappy.

Well, if you ask me, I don't see why J.J. Wanted us to come down here...

...and catch a turkey like that Jolly Maids.

We've got shows of our own just as bad.

Well, I'm going in and get some dinner.

You coming?

Oh, dear, stupid of me, isn't it?

Not at all. I'm afraid it's me.

I'm looking for the diner. Is it down this way?

No, no, this is the last car, so it must be up the other way...

...unless we've lost it.

Oh, goodness. I'm afraid I'll never be able to find it.

Well, may I show you?

Oh, would you? Thank you so much.

And your friend?

Oh, me? Oh, I'm not hungry.

Oh!

Oh, was this your paper?

Well, it was.

I'm so sorry. I didn't see you under it.

Well, weren't the feet hanging out?

Oh, yes. I'm a little shortsighted.

Oh, is that so? That's too bad.

I had trouble with my eyes about 10 years ago.

Really? When you were just a boy.

Well, not exactly a boy.

You will forgive me for disturbing you, won't you?

Why, of course.

And you will go right on with your nap just as if nothing ever happened, won't you?

Well, as a matter of fact, I don't feel like napping just now, Miss...

Larkin. Genevieve Larkin.

Isn't that a terrible name?

I always wanted to be called something like Jewela or Carmen...

...or something sweet like that.

But Mother thought that...

Poor Mother.

She thought Genevieve would protect me better.

Poor, dear Mother, she was always worrying about me.

And she's gone?

Yes. And father too.

There, there. You mustn't dwell on such things.