:38:04
Bring her in. Let's show her
what we got for her. Get up.
:38:06
- Thank you.
- How about one for your first boss?
:38:14
- And me.
- Leave her alone.
:38:16
Why don't you shut up?
:38:18
You didn't let none of them dikey broads
get to you, did you?
:38:21
- Come on. Come on.
- Big dinner.
:38:22
Fried chicken?
:38:27
Dance right out of my shoes
:38:29
Never see you
With your clothes on, dear
:38:32
Band starts playing
The lowdown shuffle blues
:38:38
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
:38:41
Oh, yeah
:38:47
- You never get that note.
- No, but you might yourself.
:38:51
You better come back 'cause
Jerry ain't made enough money yet.
:38:54
We're just a poor, wicked being
with Mr. Jerry.
:38:57
When're you coming back?
Because we miss you, honest to God.
:38:59
I don't care, rich or poor, we miss you.
But we're poor, we need you.
:39:03
- Yeah, right.
- Well, I ain't gonna be coming back.
:39:07
Unless you can get this piano
and the club into my kitchen...
:39:10
because I'm gonna be cooking
for that pretty nigger over there...
:39:15
so I can get fat,
and we might have some babies.
:39:20
- Billie, I got something for you.
- Piano Man, a little arpège.
:39:25
We got something ourselves, over here.
:39:26
Yeah.
:39:28
Speech. Speech. Give me a little.
:39:30
White man talking.
:39:32
What is that?
:39:33
Well, me and the band,
we've been doing pretty good...
:39:36
all because of a certain lady,
and we even got a record contract.
:39:40
Fantastic.
:39:41
And we cut one song I think
you might know, called Don't Explain...
:39:46
and written by a little skinny lady.
And I put her name right on there.
:39:50
"Written by Miss Billie Holiday. "