Let's be the movie "White Christmas"

We're the dancers accompanying Betty Haynes as she sings her torch song, "Love, You Didn't Do Right by Me."

We're gayer than a box of Christmas bows.

Bing? Ewwwwwwww. Please no. We don't want any part of him.

We’ll follow the old man.....

I'm the two bottles of gold and silver dragées on Vera Ellen's dressing table. Vera indulges herself with one dragée for each meal. Well she will skip the morning dragée before a shoot because it would show in her figure.

Bing is disgusting.

I’m Vermont, New England’s winter playground.

I’m Mandy. Is there a minister handy?

I'm John Brascia. You want me.

I'm a blue lace fetishist, wanking off furiously at "Sisters"!

I’m. Vera Ellen’s uneaten food

I am John Brascia's hot sweaty dance belt.

I'm pleased to meet ya, I'm sure!

I'm the grease ladened10 inch dildo being shoved up a ball gagged Danny Kayes ample chocolate starfish in between takes.

I'm the hotel's theatre stage. Apparently, I am grander than the grandest Broadway stage.

If ol' Rosemary who was on the verge of fatness in that movie had only shared her spaghetti with anorexic Vera Ellen they would have both lived longer

I'm AMC. I've shown White Christmas maybe three times this holiday season.

BUT I have shown not one, but TWO, Vince Vaughan Christmas films on repeat. I mean, who conjures up the Christmas spirit better than Trumpster Vince, right?? OH, and I've also been showing that Olsen Twins Christmas movie from the '90s.

Who needs a classic like White Christmas, right??

I'm the snow that Rosemary wants to wash her hands, her face and her hair with.

I’m the million handsome guys with longing in our eyes. But not for Rosemary and Vera!

R15 That fatass Vera Ellen doesn't need any spaghetti, I assure you.

I'm steeeeam, the secret weapon of busybodies everywhere.

I’m mutual, I’m sure.

I'm the "minstrel show" scene that millennials now describe as "the entire cast was in blackface!"

I'm my grandma, telling me while we watch it that she's puzzled Danny Kaye always liked to pretend he was a girl.

I’m the annoying actress who brays “mutual, I’m sure!”

I'm Edith Head's costumes, which for once, are not entirely overrated. They're genuinely beautiful.

I'm the desire to travel from Miami to Burlington via train that hits me whenever I see that movie.

I'm Mr. Dean Jagger, and I'm daddy as heck.

I’m the pitcher of milk that Bing refers to as “the cow”, before telling Betty to count her blessings.

We're "kiss my foot" and "have an apple"!

I’m the clear outdoor dance space for “The Best Things - happen while your dancing!”

I'm the cocktail shaker in Snow.

We're the high necks on all of Vera-Ellen's costumes.

I'm the improvised scene, born of just Bing and Danny messing around with the props, then added to the movie, and I'm lip-synced (though with at least one mistake). My first take was filmed with Danny goofing off, unscripted, and Bing genuinely laughing at the end. The director, Michael Curtis, liked the spontaneity of my first take so much he used me in the final cut of the movie. I've since become a classic film clip.

Thank you, [R17]. The desire to wash one's hair in snow has always struck me as the weirdest moment in any Irving Berlin song....perhaps in any song.

Everybody’s got an angle - even little Judy.

Oops. Michael Curtiz, not Curtis.

I'm Miss Martha Graham, and I don't appreciate that "Choreography" number.

I'm more the 'I-don't-mind-pushing-my-best-friend-into-but-I'm-scared-stiff-when-I-get-anywhere-close-to-it-myselfing' kind

[quote]We're the high necks on all of Vera-Ellen's costumes.

We're in place to hide Vera-Ellen's anorexia.

I'm the socks and shoes Phil Davis is wearing in "The Best Things Happen" dance number.

I exactly match the suit he's wearing and am a beautiful greyish blue color.

I’m The Ed Harrison Show.

We're the angular arms choreography performed by he dancers in the Betty Haynes torch number.

We make you giggle.

We're sammiches and buttermilk, the all-purpose solution to relationship problems.

I'm the time in American history when generals were soldiers first, like Major General Waverly, and not prima-donnas with political agendas, like now.

We're Holiday Inn. Everyone thinks we're related to White Christmas.

I’m the guywire slide Vera and Danny use at the end of The Best Things. Good upper body strength required.

I am...

I'm the ski-lift-cum-clothesline.

I’m the unfunny “Sisters.”

I'm Betty Haynes...

I’m Danny Kaye’s eye makeup in “Choreography”.

oh, and I’m also Rosemary Clooney’s underarms in “ Love, You Didn’t Do Right By Me”.

I'm Barrie Chase. "Mutual I'm sure"

And I'm still alive!

I'm Vera-E.'s sofa-upholstery skirt, worn on the occasion of a weenie roast.

R42 Early Bob Fosse!

I’m George Chakiris - don’t forget me!!

I'm the girl who must have been tossed out when Betty appeared at the last second to be in the show.

I'm the person who's never seen it and doesn't give a shit.

Bing and Danny Kaye, two of the most revolting and unfunny sons of a bitches to ever grace the stage. Cunts on screen and off, both of them.

I’m so afraid I’m gonna lay a Vermont volleyball...

It was supposed to star Donald O'Connor instead of Danny Kaye, but O'Connor caught some flu from Francis the Talking Mule. Otherwise, he'd have reprised the wonderful dancing partnership he had with Vera-Ellen in "Call Me Madam".

I love this wintertime gem.

for R16

I'm all the 'Peacock Blue' ink the nun's wouldn't let us use in elementary school, made into a dye for the "Sisters" costumes and props.

I’m the horse figurine Rosemary Clooney pulls out of the bag and gives to Bing Crosby at the end of the movie.

@ r63 nuns. My apologies, Apostrophe Guru.

I'm the doggie with his teeth pulled out!

I’m General Waverly’s demure teenage granddaughter.

I'm Fred Astaire, to whom Danny Kaye's role was offered first.

I turned it down.

I'm the undelivered punch in the face to Emma.

I'm Mr. Dean Jagger, and I'm daddy as heck.

Fun fact: Jagger was a big republican & vocal Joseph McCarthy supporter

I'm a lazy poster on this thread posting "Mutual, I'm sure," thinking no one could have been so clever as to post it before me.

Kaye looks like he has a big dick and would throw a wild fuck.

I'm Michael Curtiz, wondering how I went from "Casablanca" to this drivel in 12 short years.

I'm the exploding peach preserves from *Holiday Inn*. There's still some of me dripping off the ceiling.

I'm Love...

And I didn't do right by you...

I'm VistaVision. This was my debut!

I'm "Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep." I was the only thing in the movie that got an Oscar nod.

I'm Anne Whitfield. I'm the only member of the credited cast who's still alive.

I’m a club sandwich.

I'm the diamond brooch on Rosemary's ass glittering as she sashays away from the VistaVision camera....

I'm the multiple petticoats needed for every one of the dresses. This IS The New Look, after all.

I'm 25 years, the age difference between Crosby and Clooney, and I'm too much to be taken seriously.

@r80, and in just a few years that diamond brooch would look like a stick-pin on what was to become of Rosemary's ass

I'm one of the adorable little bungalows that everybody slept in while they were at the Holiday Inn.

I'm the fake lighthouse in "The Best Things Happen when You're Dancer." I am only twelve feet high, but the set designer and the cinematographer agreed I would look 75 feet high because of trick photography angles. Instead I look exactly twelve feet high in every shot.

I'm the mystery of who the fuck is the certain gentleman who arrives from Rome.

I'm freckle-faced Haynes. the dog-faced boy.

I am the Mean old Biddie who did break right down and cry!

You are also Alfalfa from The Little Rascals, r87.

I'm choreography.

Everybody's doing me.

I'm the slams at Martha Graham in "Choreography" because she's just too wacky and weird for mainstream Americans in 1954!

[quote] I'm "Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep." I was the only thing in the movie that got an Oscar nod.

And I am completely unmemorable as a song.

I’m the tambourines. All of them!

I’m the slowly-growing sense of revulsion in everyone’s stomach when Vera shows her legs.

I'm Danny and Larry (Olivier) doin' it, at some point.

I'm the bombed-out ruins of France. I'm very, very fake.

As fake as Bing Crosby's and Dean Jagger's hair.

I'm the blue neckerchief Bing wore to hide his turkey neck.

I'm the little girl ballerina who looks nervous as fuck.

I’m Betty’s industrial strength girdle.

I’m Danny Kaye lifting Rosemary out the window to escape the police - we only have so much time - Vera -Ellen can hurl her own skinny bod out of the window herself!

I'm the best dancing in any musical... Vera-Ellen 's "Mandy".

“Oh don’t you linger! Here’s a ring for your finger!”

I watched most of this today.

I never realized that, in every scene in which she was seen, Vera Allen wore a dress/shirt which covered her neck. Even her pajamas had a high neck.

And Crosby wore a scarf around his neck a lot.

Danny Kaye took his schtick on the road to entertain the troops in Vietnam in '66. I went to see him at an officer's club at the Tan Son Nhut Airbase. He did all of his hit bits for the standing room crowd, his funny voices and his fast talking songs ("the pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle") and his imitations. Needless to say, the crowd was underwhelmed until the guest star vocalist was introduced.

Out wafted MIss Vikki Carr. I wafted out of the club.

Vera Ellen, Vera Miles, Vera Ralston, Vera Louise Gorman!

I'm the newspaper headline "Wallace and Davis Act Boffo"

I'm the remote control used to change the channel in search of something better to watch than moldy old White Christmas.

I'm Vera's gigantic thigh gap during "Choreography."

You could drive a semi-truck through me.

I'm the 45 minutes Danny Kaye needs to go get a massage.

[quote] Vera Ellen, Vera Miles, Vera Ralston, Vera Louise Gorman!—Little Vera

Plus there's another one... I can't think of her name...

What am I: chopped bluebirds?

I’m the 320 minute runtime.

Does this shit ever end?

I'm vibrant aqua.

r105 Vera HRUBA Ralston, s'il vous plait.

I’m Vera-Ellen’s constant glances at the camera.

I'm Ed Harrison, whose show General Waverley cannot possibly miss.

I am Big Crosby's song devoted to the tragic plight of underoccupied World War II army generals.

*BING, not "Big"!

R101, I love the Mandy dancing too, but how about this "don't-blink-or-you'll-miss-it" gem for the best dancing in the movie??

r119 A really great dance routine. Have seen several contemporary versions of it on YouTube, worth checking out just to see if only for the differences and degrees of talent and showmanship. Those dancers have a lot to learn from John and Vera-Ellen.

I'd like to see two guys that number.

[quote]Vera Ellen, Vera Miles, Vera Ralston, Vera Louise Gorman!

Forgetting someone, are we?

John Brascia was just sex on a stick, wasn't he? I'm sorry he didn't get more to do in movies.

R115 I watched this the other night and absolutely noticed this. I even said out loud, “Look how Vera never loses sight of the camera.” What a pro.

I'm Lawrence Olivier (off stage) watching Danny Kaye.

You're all fuckin' chopped liver!