Pete: Well, I've put all the kiddies east of the Mississippi to bed. How's rehearsal?

Peggy Cornell: Oh awful. Some yokel stood outside the rehearsal hall making and stared at me until I nearly broke me up. What have you got a summons?

Pete: No, fan mail.

Peggy Cornell: Oh. Three of them. That's two more than last week! Your public are growing up and learning to write.

Pete: Listen to this: Dear Uncle Pete. I am well. How are you? I hear you on the radio every night. Great stuff for a he man poet... Have you heard my last poem, Peggy?

Peggy Cornell: I sure hope so.

Pete: Frankie Wallace was a pug. He laid his opponents out like a rug. Until one day... Wait a minute! You haven't heard the last of it.

Peggy Cornell: Well. You've got me cornered.

Pete: Frankie Wallace was a pug. He laid his opponents out like a rug...

Rush Blake: Baby, if you could only sing. Say, there's an idea: a singing cigarette girl. Oh, I can hear the music comin' over the air now. Soft and soothing. You know, I'd like to give you to all America - and seven Canadian stations!

Cigarette Girl: You giving anything would be a new idea.

Rush Blake: You know, Mr. Walcott, in a hotel, it's personality that counts. You can have 300 rooms and 300 baths; but, if you don't put your personality into 'em, where are you? If I've said it once, I've said it a 100 times: east, west, home is best. And that's what you've got here, Mr. Walcott.

Rush Blake: Say, listen, I'm headin' for New York - where there's a pot of gold and milk and honey waitin' for me.

Buddy Clayton: [singing] He taught her gymnastics and dressed her in tights, To help him to live at his ease, He made her assume a masculine name, Now she goes on the trapeze, Oooooooo! She floats through the air, With the greatest of ease, You'd think her a man, On the flying trapeze, Her actions are graceful, All girls she does please, And that's what become of me love!

Rush Blake: How would like to go to New York?

Buddy Clayton: How would you like a nice ham sandwich?

Rush Blake: Ah, no, now I'm serious.

Buddy Clayton: So am I!

Rush Blake: Sit down a minute, will ya?

Buddy Clayton: I'm not allowed to sit with a customer.

Rush Blake: I'm not a customer! I'm a prophet from the promised land.

Buddy Clayton: Shhh! I'll keep your secret.

Rush Blake: Sit down a minute, will ya? Listen, I got a perfect honey of an idea. It came to me when I heard you sing.

Buddy Clayton: Don't blame me for that!

Buddy Clayton: You sound like you've been reading a dime novel.

Rush Blake: Boy, don't think of dimes, think in millions! A million dollars waiting for you with your name on it. And you only need me to get it for you.

Buddy Clayton: Oh, I need somebody to get it for me.

Rush Blake: Horace really was wrong. Go east, young man, go east.

Rush Blake: Well, here you are buddy, castle of dreams! A little different from that daffy honky tonk in Hollywood, isn't it?

Chester A. Sharpe: Rush Blake - I wouldn't see him if he brought me Mussolini! It'd be a fake!

Mr. Sharpe's Secretary: Mr. Sharpe will see you now.

Rush Blake: Bright eyes, he'll not only see me, he'll kiss me.

Rush Blake: Here I bring you an absolute, definite novelty - even after you fire me. And just to show you my loyalty, I pay my own railroad fare to get here. Now, I ask you Mr. Sharpe, is that gratitude? Is that gratitude!

Chester A. Sharpe: I don't give a whoop whether it's gratitude or pineapples!

Peggy Cornell: [singing] What are you up to? If you're in the proper mood, For a moonlight interlude, I'm prepared to be pursued by you, Oh! Babe, what are you out for? Baby, what am I in for? Is my baby out for *no* good? Is my baby got rhythm? Tell me is it hot rhythm? Is my baby out for *no* good? Mr. Moon, why does he wink at every star? In the park, in the dark, why do we park a car?

Peggy Cornell: [singing] Is my baby out for *no* good? Cause I could, do you good, if my baby, is out for no good.

Pete: How'd you do on the coast, Rush?

Rush Blake: Colossal, colossal! Say listen, I could of managed any of 'em. Cagney, Robinson, Blondell - they all wanted me! A lot of dough in the movie racket. Aw, but radio is my first love.

Buddy Clayton: You don't like Rush, do ya?

Peggy Cornell: Oh, I don't dislike him. I just know him!

Buddy Clayton: [singing] He played with a Miss, Like a cat with a mouse, His eyes would undress, Every maid in the house, Perhaps he is better, Described as a louse, Yet, people came just the same...

Rush Blake: All right, Mr. Sharpe, I can see you're nothing but a high bound reactionary. You're a die hard, Mr. Sharpe. You're losing your grip. I'm going right over and sell him to television.

Peggy Cornell: Ah, the good old Rush technique: you start at the top and work yourself down.

Rush Blake: Peg, how you fixed for dough?

Peggy Cornell: I've still got a little.

Rush Blake: Can you spare a fin?

Peggy Cornell: Sure.

Rush Blake: You haven't got five ones, have ya?

Pete: They laughed at me! They laughed at my poetry. So, what do I do? I write a lyric. Harry Warren sees it and writes the music. Al Dubin touches up the words. And now Witmark's gonna publish it! And who's laughin' now?

Rush Blake: Say listen, kid, every dame in the country will go overboard when you turn on that golden throat.

Buddy Clayton: And seven Canadian stations.

Rush Blake: Yeah and seven Canadian stations.

Rush Blake: [after a shower, draped in a towel] Let's get goin' boys.

Pete: Hey! Where are you goin'? To a nudist picnic?

Rush Blake: Oh, grab a cab. I'll be right with you.

Rush Blake: This doesn't call for a lawyer. It calls for a doctor and here I am, Dr. Blake, ready to cure your romantic moments.

Herbert Brokman: Yeah, I had experts trying to cure my romantic moments.

Rush Blake: Say, I've got just the boy for this...

Herbert Brokman: Boy? What boy? I don't want boys!

Rush Blake: This is all wrong, you've got a woman on this program. You can't have a woman sell soap to women. You need a man for that. Did you ever hear of a Fuller Brush woman?

Herbert Brokman: That's a nice voice. But, has it got soap appeal?

Mrs. Martha Brokman: I think it's a beautiful voice, Herbert. I like it!

Mrs. Martha Brokman: Herbie, be firm!

Herbert Brokman: Always something to worry about!

Rush Blake: Ah, what's the beef now?

Herbert Brokman: This is a pretty fettle of kish, kettle of fish. Three million women dream about him every night and he wants to marry one girl.

Rush Blake: What about it? He can't marry the whole three million of 'em.

Herbert Brokman: What I care about them bein' in love? Think of my soap!

Buddy Clayton: I can't do anything about it until I talk it over with Peggy.

Rush Blake: Well, that's fine. Talk it over with Peggy. She'll understand. She's a great guy!

Peggy Cornell: Hello, Marge. See my Big Moment?

Marge: Yes, he's in his dressing room, you lucky gal.

Peggy Cornell: Listen, I'll let you in on a little secret. For six months I've been trying to get a part in a production and they couldn't see me for dust. So, now, when I'm gonna get married, I get an offer. Tragic, isn't it?

Rush Blake: Hello Peggy, how's the bride to be?

Peggy Cornell: You mean, to be or not to be.

Rush Blake: Imagine that, the kid's gone Broadway.

Herbert Brokman: How can we advertise pure Carlotta soap with a croon singer - that goes around gettin' into tough and rumbles, rough and tumbles in public like a common barroom loafer?

Herbert Brokman: So, now you're rough 'n' tumblin' again - you loafer! What's to become of my Carlotta soap? In 25 minutes it starts on the air and you're gonna wash it all up!

Pete: How are you fixed for asparagus?

Buddy Clayton: What? Oh, I get along all right.

Pete: Well, if you get to need a couple of bucks, let me know.

Rush Blake: Thanks, kid, I know you'd see it my way. Remember, I had nothin' to do with this! You don't know me. You never even saw me. I'm the man from Mars to you.

Peggy Cornell: [singing] You may not be an angel.

Buddy Clayton: Oh, you may not be an angel.

Peggy Cornell: But still I'm sure you'll do.

Buddy Clayton: Oh, but still I'm sure you'll do.

Peggy CornellBuddy Clayton: So until the day that one comes along, I'll string along with you.


Mrs. Martha Brokman: It's a beautiful voice, Herbie. I want him back on the program!

Herbert Brokman: Well, that's a woman's peroxide, eh, prerogative. If you want him back, you get him.

Rush Blake: Have a good time. See the world! Paris, Egypt, London, Poughkeepsie, Troy, Pomona...

Rush BlakePeggy CornellBuddy Clayton: And seven Canadian stations!