| New Year's Eve |
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| Max, you’ve pulled the stops out |
| (sung) |
| It looks like Gala Night aboard the S.S. Titanic |
| Will we play spot the actor |
| As if we’re visiting a gallery of waxworks? |
| Would you rather I mix for you a dry martini |
| Or shall I open the champagne |
| Max, don’t be evasive |
| Who’s she invited to the ball? |
| Madame herself made every call |
| Here. |
| Happy New Year |
| Norma, I can’t take this |
| Oh, shut up. |
| Open it. |
| Read what it says |
| «Mad about the boy» |
| Yes; |
| and you do look absolutely divine |
| Well, thank you |
| I had these tiles put in, you know, because Rudy Valentino said to me, «It takes tiles to tango.» |
| Come on |
| No, no, not on the same floor as Valentino! |
| Oh come on, come on, come on. |
| Get up. |
| Follow me. |
| And one, two… |
| and one, two, one, two, together. |
| And one. |
| Don’t lean back like that |
| Norma, it’s that thing. |
| It tickles |
