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Broadway Melody 21: Thanks, Uncle Bernie. You’re an ace.at ace, n.
Broadway Melody 21: Thanks, Uncle Bernie. You’re an ace. Broadway Melody 86: Eddie had acted up mightily.at act up, v.
Broadway Melody 68: I was clocking that start those high-steppers just tried out. I think I got their angle from my slant.at angle, n.
Broadway Melody 40: ‘I’m just — s-so h-h-happ-ppy!’ ‘Attababes.’.at attaboy!, excl.
Broadway Melody 85: None of his numbers had felt the axe.at axe, n.
Broadway Melody 44: Zannie promised me that baby—it’s mine.at baby, n.
Broadway Melody 43: Who are you handing that boloney to? I’ve conducted Wagnerian op’ra. What do you know about music?at baloney, n.
Broadway Melody 50: They pooled something more than a quarter of a million dollars to bank roll ‘Broadway Melody’.at bankroll, v.
Broadway Melody 75: With all his jack I don’t think he’d get to first base with Queenie.at first base, n.
Broadway Melody 69: All sorts o’ men fall for musical-show beauts—from the best to the boloneys.at beaut, n.1
Broadway Melody 73: ‘What’s the big idee?’ he shot at her. ‘I was on there downstage goin’ through my number, an’ here you were, holdin’ hands with that tailor-made bum.’.at what’s the (big) idea?, phr.
Broadway Melody 21: I always told every act we ever played with that you was the big shot agent of ’em all.at big-shot, adj.
Broadway Melody 27: The music roll was a give-away—these rococo invaders had the brass to think they would make a Zannie show.at brass, n.1
Broadway Melody 73: ‘What’s the big idee?’ he shot at her. ‘I was on there downstage goin’ through my number, an’ here you were, holdin’ hands with that tailor-made bum.’.at bum, n.3
Broadway Melody 86: [He] had burned not like a future in-law, but like a jealous lover.at burn, v.
Broadway Melody 45: A whole page! And in the medium where all the performers would read and realise—and burn up.at burn up, v.
Broadway Melody 83–4: The hunters so often and so easily and so cheaply get them, with their quick money, their influence and their cagey technique.at cagey, adj.1
Broadway Melody 73: I couldn’t keep my pan toward the front on account o’ trying to keep cases on you.at keep cases (on) (v.) under case, v.1
Broadway Melody 78: We still got it till Zannie catches it.at catch, v.1
Broadway Melody 98: Unusual for you, you chicken hustler.at chicken, n.
Broadway Melody 13: ‘Some chow.’ He pointed to a menu.at chow, n.1
Broadway Melody 68: Did they slip you the half-a-grand trick? [...] It’s a standard racket. They got eighty-four more if that one don’t click.at click, v.3
Broadway Melody 68: I was clocking that start those high-steppers just tried out. I think I got their angle from my slant.at clock, v.1
Broadway Melody 32: I could use the blonde. But the other cluck is—out!at cluck, n.1
Broadway Melody 2: In an adjoining coop, a fat radio prima donna is bawling out an arranger.at coop, n.1
Broadway Melody 110: If I tell Hank about it she’ll crown me.at crown, v.
Broadway Melody 50: It was Babe who was crushed on Miss Starr, and who had enlisted the other two millionaires.at crushed on, adj.
Broadway Melody 62: He abandoned the group of date diggers.at date, n.1
Broadway Melody 77: We may all think we ain’t gold diggers. An’ it’s true. But that printin’ on them nice big bills sure is in a language all its own.at gold-digger, n.1
Broadway Melody 84: Every girl who turns her eyes toward Broadway with visions of gold digging.at gold-digging, n.
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