That Miss Dorothy,
great Scott,
that Miss Dorothy,
pretty as a peach
and skimmed to beat the band,
perfect little Pippin. Perfect.
What a dandy little bundle
for a fella to catch. Dandy?
Say, imagine all that sweet softness in your arms,
huh?
Yes, well, I'll type up this survey report
right away then, Mr. Graydon.
Original and five.
And don't forget the dinner re
servation at the plaza.
The candle look room.
Quiet corner table for two.
I think Miss Dorothy's for the plaza,
don't you?
And, flowers.
There's a florist
just around the corner from the hotel.
I'll order from him.
That's using the old bean, John.
Roses. Pink. Plum.
Long stand. Two dozen.
Hmm. In a vase.
Poor But terfly,
With the blossoms waiting,
Poor Butterfly,
For she loved him so.
Plaza Hotel, please.
Candlenook Room.
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
Candlenook Room.
Mr. Trevor Graydon would like to order
a quiet corner table for two.
Tonight, 7 .30. Thank you.
And as she smiles through her tears,
she murmurs low,
The moon and I
know that he be faithful.
I know he come to me by and by.
Flower box, please.
But if he don't come back,
then I never sigh or cry.
Flower box?
Mr. Trevor Graydon
would like to order some roses.
Two dozen, long -stemmed,
pink, on the fat side.
I just must die
Pulled by the airplanes