Trevor:
spoken
That Miss Dorothy, Great scot! That Miss Dorothy.
Pretty as a peach and skin
to beat the band! Perfect little pippen.
Millie:
spoken
Perfect.
Trevor:What a dandy little bundle for a fella to cuddle.
Millie:
Dandy.
Trevor:
Say, imagine all that sweet softness in your arms, uh? Ah.
Millie:
Yes, well I'll type up this survey report right away then, Mr. Graydon.
Original in five?
Trevor:
Don't forget the dinner reservation at the plaza. Candle-nook room,
quiet corner table for two. I think Miss Dorothy's for the Plaza, don't you?
And John, flowers.
Millie:
There's a florist just around the corner from the hotel, I'll order from them.
Trevor:
That's usin' the old bean, John. Roses.
Pink, plump, long-stemmed, two dozen, in a vase.
Millie:
sung
Poor butterfly, needs the blossoms waiting.
Poor butterfly, for she loved him so.
spoken
Plaza Hotel, please. Candlenook Room.
sung
The moments pass in to hours, the hours pass into years.
spoken
Candlenook Room? Mr. Trevor Graydon would like to order a quiet, corner table for two.
Tonight, seven-thirty. Thank you.
sung
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.
spoken
Flowerbox, please.
sung
But if he don't come back,
Then I never sigh or cry.
spoken
Flowerbox? Mr. Trevor Graydon would like to order some roses.
Two dozen, long-stemmed, pink. On the fat side!
sung
I just must die,
Poor butterfly!
