Jimmy,
you look worried.
There's something on
your mind.
I wonder what it is.
Say, I just had an argu
ment with Ziegfield.
Ziegfield?
On a Broadway in 43rd.
Some corner.
You know, Ziegfeld said,
know who I am?
I said, you know who I am?
What happened?
He said, who I am?
Yeah. I said nothing.
I was cornered. Cornered?
But it makes no difference.
But I start out the same.
Why not, Jim?
Why, this is what I wish to convey.
What is it, Jimmy?
Now you know darn well I
can do without Broadway. But?
But can Broadway do without me?
No.
Why, Herald Square, Times Square,
Columbus Circle, 96.
Say, where am I?
Must have passed my station.
Why, he's lost.
They must have found out at Times Square
that I passed my destination.
Why?
They sent messengers all over
to get me to head a celebration.
I get it.
You know, as I got off the express,
some yokel pushes
me into a local.
What happened?
The crowd's seen a mistake.
Pulled the emergency brake and shouted,
Why, there's Jimmy that
well -dressed man.
So you know darn well, I can do without Broadway.
What?
What can Broadway do without me?
No.
Say, fellas, you remember
when Eddie Leonard got sick?
Certainly. I'll never forget
the day.
Neither will I.
I'm sitting home when in comes another
telegram which read...
What it read?
The only one who can replace
Eddie Leonard is you.
You! I went, and when I went,
I went.
How I went. He's a wimp, sir.
Why, the applause was definite
as I started crooning.
It was, yes, sir.
That's my baby. No, sir.
I don't mean maybe.
No, no.
That's not the song.
What was it, Jimmy?
Boy, what was it?
For I love you. I love you. Ah.
Ah, quack, quack, quack.
Stop.
Why, let it get swell.
All be thanks me. I'm not home ten
minutes.
When in comes another telegram which read,
What's it read?
Johnson topples over.
Please take his place.
Write your own ticket, Lee and James.
Sure,
Well, I steps out on that stage,
And on one knee, One knee.
Not on both knees.
No. I gazintas, I gazintas,
Rock -a -bye.
Bye, baby.
Sing it, Jimmy Boy.
I know which one it is.
I know which one it is.
I know which Boy.
Get on your knees.
He sings on one knee.
Yes, and as I'm brushing off that
knee backstage,
Schubert says, Jimmy,
put in both knees.
And? And Jolson goes.
Take it easy, Jimmy boy,
please take it easy.
But being an old NBA man,
artist for artist.
Artist for artist.
I know darn well I
can do without Broadway.
Oh.
But can Broadway do without me?
No, no.
Hey, it's the way to a loud music!