Florence Foster Jenkins (2016) Edit

A battle is raging. Volleys of arrows pierce the air.

A few more hours and we're in the clear.

A few pointers as to how Madam Florence does things.

A great and devoted family. United by our love of music.

A ha. Thank you.

A little more <i>allegretto,</i> please, if you don't mind, Mr McMoon.

A taxi if I may. Thank you.

A thousand. But he gave me a record.

A whole world of pleasure awaits you, Mrs Stark.

Afforded Madam Jenkins."

Afternoon, Mr Bayfield.

Agnes, please.

Ah, Colonel. I hope the house is warming up nicely.

Ah, what a surprise.

Ah.

Alright, alright.

Alright, alright.

Alright!

Alright.

America's greatest popular songwriter, Stephen Foster,

Amongst others, she is patron of the Euterpe Club,

An Englishman.

And a pen, anyone?

And a teeny bit extra for a new shirt.

And again, lower. From the diaphragm, Bunny.

And again, lower. From the diaphragm, Bunny.

And at this dark moment in our history,

And both times it was a complete disaster.

And bring McMoon with you. I've been looking for him all morning.

And cheering.

And don't pay any attention to that review.

And ensure that only true music lovers gain entry.

And give a copy to the members for Christmas.

And go and join the hepcats?

And have you attended one of Madam Florence's concerts before?

And he is the leading vocal coach in the city.

And he was brilliant. Utterly, utterly brilliant.

And I had very high hopes of becoming a concert pianist mys...

And I made a living teaching piano to children.

And I was wearing a violet velvet gown.

And I would be grateful if you show them the respect they deserve.

And I'm going to give a thousand tickets away to the soldiers,

And I'm going to give it to her.

And I'm going to sing here.

And I'm going to sing here.

And I'm still here.

And I've had a simply darling idea for the Christmas gift for the members.

And if Earl Wilson turns up from the <i>Post,</i> they politely show him the door.

And it has caused a great deal of upset.

And lack gall to make oppression bitter,

And Madam Jenkins retired to affectionate applause."

And may I say what lovely legs you have, madam.

And my father didn't leave me as much money as everybody thinks,

And no doubt your love has proved to be a panacea too.

And no one would enjoy seeing you triumph here more than I, obviously.

And now, my bunny, you must sleep.

And perfect technique, and it's... it's...

And perhaps I shall perform a monologue.

And potato salad as well.

And she has sung in dozens of sell out concerts.

And swing as though it's through molasses.

And that's why we love her.

And the state of Alabama.

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

And we'd play <i>The Swan</i> and...

And you are both going to be sensational.

And you, Mr Totten. Is Madam Florence here?

And you?

And your coat, sir.

And, you know, people were fighting for tickets outside.

Anything you like.

Anyway, she's old enough to be his aunt.

Are we not happy?

Are we supposed to be here?

Are you OK?

Arturo. What a wonderful surprise.

As for her subglottal pressure... it defies medical science.

As long as it's not too loud.

As well as, of course, our very own Verdi Club.

At last Stephen Foster can write his song.

Be a sport, darling, and I'll make it up to you.

Be quiet.

Beat it, you hefty old sap.

Because I doubt that even Mrs O'Flaherty could slurp a trout.

Because I would like you to have a little something when I die, Cosmé.

Because we must support our boys.

Bed rest until your strength returns.

Believe me, there's no shortage of love between any of us.

Believe.

Better than serviceable. It was good.

Between Mr and Mrs Levi.

Bloody, bawdy villain!

Bravo, Bunny. Bravo! Bravissima!

Bravo, Madam Florence! Bravo!

Bravo, Madam Florence! Bravo!

Bravo, my love.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Encore!

Bravo! It was wonderful, Bunny.

Bravo.

Break a leg.

Breathe. Breathe, Florence.

Bright star!...

Bright star!...

Bunny, it's me, it's Whitey. Get a doctor. Quickly. Quickly.

Bunny, that's not a good idea. Last night...

Bunny.

Bunny.

Bunny.

Bunny. Bunny.

But as Beethoven said, a few wrong notes may be forgiven,

But Dr Hermann was very, very specific about excitement.

But Florence has been my life.

But from time to time, she can be a little...

But I came all the way from Brooklyn.

But I could've... could've given you a child.

But I got myself a little apartment in Philly

But I miss him. I...

But I seem to just get better and better.

But I was never going to be a great actor.

But I'll be away in Florida at some point.

But I'm a first rate friend, the latter outweighing the former, I feel.

But I've fought and I've fought and I've fought.

But is there any way we could persuade you to part with your newspaper?

But it was a serviceable attempt.

But it's no sure prophylactic.

But no <i>Post</i>?

But no indication the disease is entering the tertiary phase.

But no one can say I didn't sing.

But once I had, I felt free from the tyranny of ambition.

But she's very keen to learn.

But singing without feeling cannot.

But swooping down from the clouds

But then she spoils us all.

But then when the nerves were damaged in my left hand, that was not to be.

But this place is just... it's so big, you know.

But wait. What is this?

But you live here with Kathleen.

But you're not putting her forward.

But you've never sounded better.

But, Cosmé, you have nothing to worry about.

But, Mr Bayfield...

By your patron and friend in her hour of need,

Can you imagine what that must feel like?

Carlo Edwards didn't mention any flatness,

Carlo!

Carlton Smith in the <i>Musical Courier</i> says it was the event of the season.

Carlton Smith. And Mr Stubbs.

Charlie, cup of coffee?

Cheer!

Cigarette?

Clap. Clap!

Clearly. I don't mean to pry, Mr Bayfield, but how is your own health?

Cole Porter called.

Cole Porter called.

Cole Porter?

Colonel, you'll forgive me. I must prepare.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, you're gonna play at Carnegie Hall.

Come on.

Come, come, come. That's what I... I wanted to... Look.

Come.

Come.

Comes the most terrible spectre of all.

Cosmé McMoon from San Antonio, Texas, played Carnegie Hall.

Cosmé! Where have you been?

Cosmé?

Cosmé.

Could I possibly ask what it is Madam Florence carries in that briefcase?

Could I speak to Madam Florence for a moment?

Course, he came round eventually and then I was back in the will.

Course, he did cut me off,

Course, he didn't understand musicians.

Dance, St Clair, dance. I wanna see you dance.

Darling, please don't look so out of sorts.

Darling, the concert was wonderful. How is Florence?

Darling.

Darling. Augustus is here.

Death has been my constant companion for almost 50 years.

Did I mention that I also compose?

Did you see Carlo Edwards from the Met?

Do I need to remind you that Madam Florence

Do I see a pair of rabbit ears?

Do show him in, Kitty, please.

Do you know the <i>Prelude in E minor?</i> Chopin?

Doesn't she?

Doesn't that make him an earl too?

Don't let anyone in who's drunk.

Don't look at him! Look at me, Tallulah!

Down in one. Go!

Dr Hertz is in Washington, but he sent his colleague Dr Hermann.

E for elegance. Four dollars if I may.

Even as I speak, the chef has a team out scouring Manhattan for chives.

Excitement stimulates the disease. She needs rest, Mr Bayfield.

Excuse me, excuse me. You have absolutely no right to this.

Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Expand your diaphragm, Florence.

Finally, the line below that should read:

Find a breath, Florence.

Finish it. I'm teaching first thing.

Florence and I have always abstained.

Florence and I have an understanding.

For 25 years, I have kept the mockers and scoffers at bay.

For it cannot be but I am pigeon livered

For October 25th.

From a play I was lucky enough to perform in on several occasions,

From the diaphragm, Bunny.

Gee. Thank you, Madam Florence.

Gentlemen, the chairs are not for practical use. You have been told.

Get off! You're garbage!

Get up on your feet. Bravo! Come on!

Give it to me or I will call the police. Give it to me now.

Given the sacrifices you have made, it's the very least I can do.

Go ahead, go ahead.

Go!

God darn it, Mr Bayfield,

Good God.

Good idea?

Good morning, Miss Rabbit.

Good work, Mr Bayfield.

Good, good. Madam Florence is inordinately fond of sandwiches.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good. Same time tomorrow, then.

Goodness me.

Ha. Blow the candles out. Ha!

Ham and tomato, plain cucumber and chicken with a hint of Dijon mustard.

Has run out of ideas.

Has the impending potato salad catastrophe been averted?

Have you seen the reviews, Whitey?

He had an aristocratic bearing and that was that.

He lost his house key, so I put him up for the night.

He sent me down here himself.

He told me so.

He wasn't always successful. Had to hide the reviews occasionally.

He'd cut me off.

He's a desperate man.

He's kidding. He's kidding.

He's raping my ears. Make him stop, make him stop.

Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

Her phrasing is haphazard.

Here we are! Oh!

Here we are. <i>The Bell Song.</i>

Here we are. To a friendship.

Here! My briefcase. I want you to keep it close.

Here... We're going to make a recording.

Hey, guys, you're not gonna believe this. You gotta hear this.

Hey, how about one more?

Hey, McMoon, you got a visitor!

Hey, Mr Bayfield, I wanna see you dance.

Hey, Tallulah, up here!

Hey!

Hey. Hey!

Hi.

Hm hm.

Hm hm.

Hm hm. Yes.

Hmm, I thought it was Toscanini, the anchovy paste salesman. Huh?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm. You take the words right out of my mouth.

Honey, must you always embarrass me?

Hoodlums! Hoodlums as you call them, Mr Totten,

House lights down, please, Mr Totten.

House lights, please.

How about that?

How could we not begin with a soup? There would be a riot.

How did she get on the radio?

How do you do, sir? I saw you conduct <i>La Bohème</i> last season.

How do you do? I read your column. It's great fun.

How much did he want?

How much?

How was the golf?

How's it going, Kitty? Are we running low?

Howling like a Doberman as we speak.

I am a second rate playwright and we all know that.

I am not interested in your bullshit music club, OK?

I am so very sorry.

I applaud your courage. And...

I bought up every copy of the <i>Post</i> within two blocks.

I can hear you in there.

I can't help wondering what my life would have been like

I didn't have time to look at your medical notes.

I do not approve of drinking. What got into you?

I don't feel that I imbued the moment of inspiration

I don't have an answer, Bunny. I wish I did.

I don't hear very well, but I just think Madam Florence is magical.

I don't know. I really don't know.

I don't remember such a wonderful night.

I don't want this day to end.

I don't... I don't feel very well, Whitey.

I gather he's coaching again.

I got jumped by a bunch of sailors. They were most disrespectful.

I have ambition. I...

I have never seen such a pathetic,

I have several patients who observe the five year rule,

I haven't heard a voice that good since Caruso.

I hear your play was a triumph.

I invited the showgirl. She is simply adorable.

I just need the ticket.

I just think this might be too much for you.

I just wanted to say thank you so much for the free tickets.

I know, I know.

I know. It's hard to believe, isn't it?

I looked out at the audience and I saw a man

I love her and...

I love you so, St Clair.

I love you, my bunny rabbit.

I love you, my bunny.

I love you. Sing!

I mean, her vocal cords, they don't phonate freely.

I mean, I... thought you and Madam Florence were married.

I miss him terribly.

I must be on... Good afternoon to you.

I never could have imagined that I would be here tonight,

I realise this is absurd,

I see.

I shall say, "Florence, although you pay the rent on my apartment,

I shall start to make arrangements.

I should warn you that the vision you're about to witness

I shouldn't have to hide in my own home. It's humiliating. And there are rules.

I spy Cole Porter in the front row no less.

I started to live.

I study an hour every day.

I think I just need a little air. Excuse me, ladies.

I think of you as a chum.

I think so too.

I think we should be fine, Mr Bayfield.

I thought you played very nicely.

I thought you were off score.

I understand Agnes isn't a member.

I understand that he needs his... sport.

I understand that, but what if less educated members of the public show up?

I was hoping I could get a ticket for the concert.

I was just reading a little early Austen. Quite fun.

I was never laughing at you.

I was out and about and I suddenly realised I was in your neighbourhood.

I was performing in a musicale at the Waldorf, 1919.

I wish you a speedy recovery, Mrs Stark.

I won't go on living like this. Do you understand?

I would like to take some more lessons with him.

I would say I gave an adequate performance.

I...

I'd also like the <i>Bugle,</i> the <i>News</i> and the <i>Correspondent.</i>

I'd be mortified if Madam Florence become the focus of any envy.

I'll be honest with you, Mr Bayfield, I think Madam Florence

I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. I don't know how.

I'll speak to Dr Hertz and let him know.

I'll talk to her.

I'll wash your dishes if you play something for me.

I'm adding a codicil to my will.

I'm amazed. What is her secret?

I'm going to join them.

I'm here. Can you hear me?

I'm not sure it's an event

I'm s... I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Next, please.

I'm sorry, Baroness, what did you say?

I'm very sorry.

I'm very well aware of what they might do.

I'm willing to share you, St Clair, but... I need some dignity.

I'm...

I've brought some friends. Music lovers.

I've brought you our recording.

I've known patients survive 20 years with syphilis but never nearly 50.

I've learned everything.

I've lived day to day never knowing if my body, if it'll succumb and my...

I've rather neglected my other students.

If asked, your favourite composers are Mozart, Verdi and Beethoven.

If I may, please.

If I'd never met Frank Jenkins.

If you can forgive Madam Florence her little eccentricities,

If you truly love me...

If you want to go back to playing for tips in a steakhouse, be my guest.

In one. Go.

In that case, let us put her over here on the card table

In the hall, Madam Florence keeps a collection of chairs

In which people of note have expired.

Is a very close personal friend of Arturo Toscanini's?

Is everything alright, Mr Bayfield?

Is her instrument quite what it was? Perhaps not.

Is it yours?

Is ours not a happy world, Cosmé? Do we not have fun?

Is quite simply unforgivable.

Is she... your sister?

Is that what you think?

Isn't the truth that a lot of hurt people are having some fun?

It can be very painful, so... Oh.

It is my pleasure to present you with this small token of our esteem.

It is not yours!

It is the Angel of Inspiration sent from on high.

It matters more than ever.

It might be best if we were discreet about these classes.

It put Madam Florence into one of her excited moods.

It sure is, Madam Florence. I'm not surprised. You're the talk of the town.

It transcends this realm. It's...

It was a lovely weekend.

It was nice enough, thank you.

It was so funny.

It was spectacular.

It was very, very hard to admit that to myself.

It was, it was, it was. We must... We must do it again.

It would be such a pity if the <i>Post</i> were excluded from Carnegie Hall.

It would serve you to consume both with enthusiasm.

It's a joke!

It's a little shorter and a little easier.

It's an emergency. My boss has no paper this morning.

It's both or neither, Mr Wilson.

It's Cole Porter. And Tallulah Bankhead.

It's Cole Porter. And Tallulah Bankhead.

It's difficult when you're away.

It's Florence. They've got her record.

It's going very, very, very well.

It's me, my precious. I'm going to turn you over.

It's me.

It's nearly a thousand, three thousand people.

It's not even a choice for us.

It's very, very nice of you. Get rid of it.

Jeez, I'm so sorry. That's awful.

Jeez, Mr Bayfield, we can't be talking about the same singer.

Jenny.

Jimmy, I'd like you to have this hand delivered for me.

June 4th, Saturday night at 8pm. Oh, I do so hope you can be there.

Just look at the place!

Kathleen, try this one. I did suggest it earlier.

Kathleen! Wait!

Kathleen...

Kiss monster.

Kisses for Mommy.

Kitty said you were asleep.

Kitty. Would you mind bringing a blanket?

Ladies and gentlemen, the Verdi Club presents

Lean into it.

Let me check.

Let me just take your bags, madam.

Let me know when you've fixed a date.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.

Let us journey back in time to 1850

Let's get you home.

Let's straighten you up. Five minutes, please, Mr Totten.

Listen to me, Bunny. Listen. Those men out there, they've seen horrors.

Listen! Listen to them, hack!

Listen.

Look what he's done, Bunny. Aren't you going to chastise him?

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,

Madam Florence is taking to the stage once more?

Madam Florence regrets she is unable to hear any more candidates today.

Madam Florence, do you mind if I ask how you met Mr Bayfield?

Madam Florence, they're tearing the place apart. You must go on.

Madam Florence, without your help, there will be no concert.

Madam Florence, you must go on now.

Madam Florence,... he's devoted to you.

Madam Florence... she knows about Kathleen?

Madam, are you alright?

Maestro Carlo Edwards, assistant conductor at the Metropolitan Opera.

Maestro Toscanini is here.

Maestro, do you think I'm ready... for a concert?

Maestro, it is true that a lot of singers my age are on the decline,

Make that "thunderous applause".

May I offer you some tea?

Maybe you could speak to Mr Totten, tell him it's not such a great idea.

Might account for the tiredness.

Might need a little more preparation before she sings in public.

Miss Bankhead, Mr Porter. What an honour.

More.

Mr and Mrs Stark. How very nice.

Mr Bayfield, I am a serious pianist.

Mr Bayfield, is there any way I could do the lessons but not the concerts?

Mr Bayfield, wake up. Mr... Madam Florence is here.

Mr Corbin's friends are all so personable.

Mr McMoon? Do you think I'm ready?

Mr McMoon? What are you doing here?

Mr McMoon.

Mr Stark, how very nice.

Mr Totten, would you mind witnessing right here?

Mrs O'Flaherty isn't keen on the... ****.

Mud in your eye.

Music has been, and is, my life.

Music matters. Thank you.

Music. She lives for music.

Music...

My darling, it's me. It's me.

My editor would disagree. There's quite a buzz around town about it.

My father told me that if I didn't give up music and marry a dull banker,

My first husband, Dr Frank Thornton Jenkins.

My God.

My recording of the <i>Bell Song</i> with Lily Pons.

My... my... my reason desert me.

Name your price, Wilson. What is it? 100? Is it 200?

Never again, Mr McMoon. You understand?

No chives. What next, I wonder!

No, but I heard all about her.

No, I... I had the night of my life.

No, it was your <i>Queen of the Night</i> aria, Florence.

No, no, no, no, no. My dancing days are done.

No, no.

No, thank you. I hope you don't mind me being here.

No, you can't have it.

No, you don't need to do that, Madam Florence.

No, you're right, we must exclude the hoodlum element

No.

No. <i>Non. Nyet.</i>

No. No, uh, no.

No. Put it on the table. I'm getting up.

None of this would have ever happened. It's completely my fault, so...

Not a music lover.

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,

Not mockers and scoffers like you and your artistic friends.

Not mockers and scoffers like you and your artistic friends.

Nothing for him in England.

Now, <i>schnell, schnell</i>. Go on, quickly. You're a very naughty Valkyrie.

Now, are you sure you should be getting up? You must be so tired.

Now, Florence, that's really not a good idea.

Now, I must warn you, I work very hard.

Now, then, Little Miss Foster, make me proud.

Now, we are ten minutes away from going on stage.

Now, what do you say we grab ourselves a couple of Manhattans

Now, you are pooped, Bunny. Straight to bed or I shall be very, very cross.

Now. That's it.

O no.

O vengeance!

Obviously I'll do my utmost to attend the concert,

Of course, his grandfather was an earl, you know.

Of course, of course, of course.

Of course. Please.

Of great elegance and beauty."

Of the Brooklyn Orchestra for Distressed Gentlewomen,

Oh, Arturo, how very thoughtful of you. Thank you.

Oh, baby!

Oh, baby!

Oh, Colonel.

Oh, Cosmé, Florence is very fond of you,

Oh, da, da, da, da, da da...

Oh, everybody, look who's here!

Oh, God, what a grouch.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, golly.

Oh, golly. Oh, golly gosh.

Oh, good Lord.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, here he is. Oh, my goodness me.

Oh, is he now, Bunny?

Oh, it was just a...

Oh, Mr Bayfield. I am so excited.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. It's Toscanini, the conductor.

Oh, my hat!

Oh, my hat!

Oh, no, don't thank me.

Oh, no, please don't remind me.

Oh, no. <i>La mia casa è la tua casa.</i>

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, quite. Quite.

Oh, really? And what reputation is that?

Oh, right.

Oh, right. When?

Oh, she just needed a little warming up, that's all. Listen to her.

Oh, she spoils me.

Oh, shh.

Oh, tall. You know, your gentleman type.

Oh, thank goodness you're here, Mr Bayfield.

Oh, thank you very much. Um... Um...

Oh, the <i>Post</i> always covers Carnegie Hall.

Oh, then I shall die happy.

Oh, well, I'm afraid we're all sold out.

Oh, well...

Oh, wonderful.

Oh, yes, alright.

Oh, yes!

Oh, you think that I didn't have ambition? I was a good actor.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Flipping hell!

Oh! I played Carnegie Hall.

Oh! Madam Florence.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Oh! Thank you. Shall I open it?

Oh! That's kind of you, Mr Bayfield.

Oh? Carlton Smith from the <i>Musical Courier</i> has got one.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Isn't it a little early in the morning for <i>Lakmé,</i> Carlo?

Oh. Sir! Sir!

OK.

OK.

On behalf of the Marine Corps,

On my wedding night.

On the breath.

On the table. Please.

One other thing.

One word. Authenticity.

Only added to the remarkable quality of her voice."

Only added to the remarkable quality of her voice."

Only if you recite for me.

Onwards!

Open the door at once!

Or bends with the remover to remove:

Or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites with this slave's offal.

Or not. Or not.

Or whether you will focus on your ambition.

Our marriage is a thing of the spirit.

Our next tableau...

Ours is a very happy world.

Page seven. Here, here, down below.

People may say I couldn't sing,

Phineas, try to get this through your fat head.

Please, Cosmé, will you do it?

Please, Cosmé.

Please, Cosmé.

Please, my darling.

Please, St Clair. Do you want to see a grown man cry?

Project forward.

Raise the soft palate.

Ready?

Ready?

Really? Well, you're very welcome. You have a drink?

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!

Rest, my beautiful. Rest.

Rest, my love.

Rest.

Right here.

Right?

Right.

Seeing as we're talking in a familiar fashion,

Send him in. Thank you, Kitty.

Shame on all of you! You better cheer, assholes.

She abhors all pointed objects,

She has a magnetism that her followers adore.

She has done more for the musical life of this city than anyone.

She has seizures from time to time, when she has overexerted herself.

She is the worst goddamn singer in the entire world!

She must never see this. I'd like every copy of the <i>Post</i> that you have, please.

She needs fresh air. This way, Mrs Stark.

She slurps her soup.

She's absolutely...

She's given a thousand tickets to the War Veterans Association.

She's gone to powder her nose, Mr Bayfield.

She's gone.

She's not here. She's at a meeting.

She's paying you well and she knows, well, she knows everyone.

Shh, shh. Shh, shh.

Shh!

Shields clash and swords do their terrible work.

Shut your eyes.

Shut your eyes. I'll recite for you.

Sinatra entertained

Sing, Bunny, sing!

Sing, Madam Florence!

Sing! Sing, Madam Florence, sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Singing at Carnegie Hall is her dream.

So continue your ablutions, quickly. Got a cab waiting downstairs.

So don't smoke in her presence or hand her a knife or anything like that.

So has Stubbs from <i>World Bugle.</i>

So he came here and became an actor.

So I couldn't pay you more than a hundred and fifty.

So I implore you to continue to support the musical life of this city.

So you think I should just sit here and have a jolly drink with you

So, five down and two to go.

So, here is a week in advance

So, that is two tickets for the Levis and a dollar change.

Soar like a bird.

Some Saint Saëns bullshit.

Some things are worth dying for.

Someone young. Someone... with passion.

Something of an alley cat.

Sometimes two.

Somewhere I'm sure...

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry. It's OK, continue, Mr McMoon.

Speak to me, Bunny. Please.

St Clair, are you in there?

St Clair, are you there?

St Clair, congratulations. What a wonderful evening.

St Clair, who is that vulgar woman?

St Clair!

St Clair! Wake up!

Stay the night.

Stop singing!

Stop there.

Sure.

Surely you can see I'm devoted to Florence.

Take your filthy philistine hands off me.

Tallulah!

Tallulah! Up here! We love you!

Taxi! Taxi!

Tell the ushers that absolutely no one gets in without a ticket. No exceptions.

Thank you again.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you for your understanding, Mr Thackrey. Thank you so much.

Thank you very much. I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr McMoon.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Thank you, Colonel. Thank you. Those were kind words.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you, Kitty.

Thank you, Madam Florence.

Thank you, Mr Lipshitz. Thank you very much.

Thank you, Mr Zeigler! Thank you!

Thank you! Thank you very much, Mr Zeigler.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

Thank you. Tickets, please.

That hack knows absolutely nothing.

That seemed perfect to me.

That should be larger, 28 point.

That the piece will be in the afternoon edition, so...

That was my favourite.

That was, of course, a speech of Hamlet's

That would interest the readers of the <i>New York Post.</i>

That you encouraged Mrs Jenkins to make a spectacle of herself

That's it.

That's Mr Bayfield.

That's such a pretty melody.

That's too bad. What happened to your hand?

That's true.

The Angel of Inspiration, featuring Madam Florence Foster Jenkins!