Boardwalk Empire (TV Series)

You'd Be Surprised (2012)

Michael Kenneth Williams: Chalky White

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Quotes 

• Chalky White : You Eddie Cantor, ain't you?

  Eddie Cantor : Depends on how big the bill is.

  Dunn Purnsley : We're affiliated with Mr. Thompson.

  Eddie Cantor : You're Milky, isn't it?

  Chalky White : [narrows his eyes]  Chalky. See, when you come to town, we never do get a chance to see you strut.

  Dunn Purnsley : On account of the rules of the venue.

  Eddie Cantor : Oh, boys, let me tell you, that's an outrage. You come to New York, I personally guarantee you the best box.

  Chalky White : Ain't gonna be able to do that.

  Dunn Purnsley : But Mr. Thompson, he say come by. Maybe you do a little show for us.

  Eddie Cantor : Well, I wish I had the time.

  Chalky White : Said you had 10 minutes.

  Eddie Cantor : [realizing he's being strong-armed]  Look, uh...

  Dunn Purnsley : Mr. White.

  Chalky White : And Mr. Purnsley.

  Eddie Cantor : I explained to Nucky... he means the world to me. I... I just can't walk away from a contract. He of all people understands...

  Chalky White : Any particular place you like us to sit?

  Eddie Cantor : Uh... right there is good.

  [Purnsley brings over a chair, and he and Chalky sit down facing Eddie] 

  Eddie Cantor : Usually work a bigger room.

  Chalky White : We simple folk.

  Dunn Purnsley : Make it something funny.

  [Eddie sighs, then takes a few moments to prepare] 

  Eddie Cantor : [singing]  A boy and girl were walking, a-walking, yes, walking/and as he stood there talking, he stole a little kiss/the girlie started giggling, oh, giggling, yes, giggling/and as he stood there wiggling, he shyly told her this/oh gee, oh gosh, oh golly, I'm in love/oh gee, oh gosh, oh golly, it's you I'm thinking of/I love to hold your teeny weeny hand in mine...

  [Chalky and Purnsley stare, completely straight-faced; Eddie nervously clears his throat] 

  Eddie Cantor : [singing]  I get a piggly wiggly feeling down my spine...

  [Eddie starts breathing heavily, visibly agitated] 

  Eddie Cantor : [singing]  Oh me, oh my, oh, how I love...

  [voice trails off, defeated] 

  Eddie Cantor : Tell the son-of-a-bitch I'll do it.