Lester Chisholm: Look at him. Centuries of Slavic violence have gone into that dance.
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Ellen Miller: Look, this is a collection agency, not an escort bureau. Now, will you please get off my desk.
Danny O'Neill: Its a nice life. Cultural. Relaxing. Gay.
Danny O'Neill: She's very business-like, isn't she. I like that in a secretary. In fact, I'd like to have a secretary like that.
Danny O'Neill: Your father was a textile man. So was his father before him. Why, you've got wool in your blood.
Lester Chisholm: Look at him. Centuries of Slavic violence have gone into that dance.
Danny O'Neill: Alvays and alvays, watch over me, Oh, play a pick and a pluck on the strings of your old balalaika...
Danny O'Neill: I just hooked up with a terrific European outfit. I never dreamed such things could be done to music.
Ellen Miller: You're improving so amazingly, Danny, I think I'll make you my manager.
Ellen Miller: Look, this is a collection agency, not an escort bureau. Now, will you please get off my desk.
Danny O'Neill: Its a nice life. Cultural. Relaxing. Gay.
Danny O'Neill: She's very business-like, isn't she. I like that in a secretary. In fact, I'd like to have a secretary like that.
Danny O'Neill: Your father was a textile man. So was his father before him. Why, you've got wool in your blood.
Ellen Miller: Good luck, darlings.
Lester Chisholm: Look at him. Centuries of Slavic violence have gone into that dance.
Danny O'Neill: I just hooked up with a terrific European outfit. I never dreamed such things could be done to music.
Ellen Miller: You're improving so amazingly, Danny, I think I'll make you my manager.
Danny O'Neill: Alvays and alvays, watch over me, Oh, play a pick and a pluck on the strings of your old balalaika...
Hank Taylor: I'll buy you a cigar. Lester Chisholm: I don't like cigars. Hank Taylor: Don't you worry about it! I'll smoke it myself.
Ellen Miller: Are you a musician, Mr. Chisholm? Lester Chisholm: Oh, I should have been; but, I was forced to give it up. I said 'music,' and Father said 'bottlecaps.' Father won.
Hank Taylor: That's a sordid little fellow, isn't he. Sordid little place. Must be a sordid life for such a lovely girl. Ellen Miller: Well, there's nothing sordid about it - except the people we deal with.
Danny O'Neill: Seven years ago I must have broken a mirror; because *that* walked in and became my roommate. I was only a simple Freshman at the time... Ellen Miller: What are you now, a simple Sophomore? Danny O'Neill: Oh, now, Miss Miller, you're being a bit unkind. After all, we've worked hard to stay in College this long. Hank Taylor: He's right. Now, it's not easy for a couple of bright guys like us to go on flunking year after year.
Ellen Miller: What in the world are you talking about? Danny O'Neill: Well, it's like this, you see, as long as we can stay in College, the band makes us a very comfortable living. Hank Taylor: That's right. Five, six thousand dollars a year. That's more than you can make on Wall Street!
Ellen Miller: Danny, don't you think you ought to be warming up. Danny O'Neill: I've been warmed up a *long* time.
Artie Shaw: Miss Miller can tell you all about the band. Lester Chisholm: Is Miss Miller hep - as you boys say? Artie Shaw: Hep as they come. Lester Chisholm: Fascinating, your swing jargon. I'm becoming hep to it myself. Artie Shaw: Well, see you later, Mr. Chisholm. Lester Chisholm: So long, gate - that's short for alligator.
Hank Taylor: I'm much too busy to help Artie out. I'm working like a horse. Danny O'Neill: Working? Hank Taylor: Sure. Danny O'Neill: Not with Dorsey? Hank Taylor: No, no. He wouldn't change his style to suit me.
Danny O'Neill: After I quit Whiteman... Hank Taylor: You quit Whiteman? Danny O'Neill: Sure. Too big a band for me. If I'd a stayed with him, I'd of lost my individuality. Same thing happened to Bix.
Hank Taylor: I wonder what's going on out there? Danny O'Neill: It sounds as if she's giving somebody an audition. Hank Taylor: I never heard of Shaw with a mandolin section?
Danny O'Neill: Listen to this. La-da-da-da-da. Da-da, Da-dah... Hank Taylor: You're gonna like this Chis. This is back to the good earth. Full of sweep! Play that, Danny. Lester Chisholm: I like that. What's it called? Danny O'Neill: "Hoedown, the Bayou." You hear that? That's New Orleans. Lester Chisholm: I visited there for three weeks. I don't recognize it. Hank Taylor: You don't? Danny O'Neill: Why, that's the spirit of New Orleans. I can almost smell the delta. Hank Taylor: I *can* smell the delta. Can't you smell the delta? Lester Chisholm: I have a slight cold. Hank Taylor: Well, nothing that your mandolin won't cure. You pick this up, Chis, pick it up, boy. Danny O'Neill: Hell, yeah! Come on, son. The train won't wait. Hank Taylor: That's it! That's it! Now, we're sailin' up that river. On to Memphis. Chattanooga. Hold on, Chis! Danny O'Neill: Hear them steamboat whistles blowin'? Tote that barge, pull that bale. There's a cabin in the cotton. Solid South! Solid North! Solid Jack! Lester Chisholm: Solid Jack? Hank Taylor: Right. Wagon wheels creakin' westward. Now, we're rollin' past that junction. On to Kansas! Cincinnati! Lester Chisholm: Cincinnati! My home town. Danny O'Neill: His home town! Your home town! Everybody's home town! Cincinnati!
