“Oh, I tell you, my dear, this is the only way to travel.”
A tipsy boast that turns a cramped train berth into the height of luxury.
Informal
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A quiet drink for two becomes the whole band's party the moment someone whispers, "Party in Upper 7." After the girls are finally cleared out, Sugar stays behind and admits, "I have this thing about saxophone players"—never guessing the new girl she's telling is one.
The Girls Crash the Party
❝ Monólogo · 15 frases Sugar on sax players
Her voice softens line by line, turning a joke into a confession.
Josephine and Daphne smuggle a bottle into berth 7 for a quiet nightcap, but word spreads and the entire band piles in with cocktails, cheese, and crackers. The two try to clear the room; once the girls leave, Sugar lingers and opens up about her weakness for saxophone players—unaware that the "girl" listening plays tenor sax.
The party is a gag, but it leaves the two fugitives more exposed than ever: a train full of women now knows exactly where to find them, and the noise nearly wakes the whole car. The real turn comes after everyone leaves. Sugar, half-drunk and blunt, tells the new girl everything—"If I had any brains, I wouldn't be on this crummy train with this crummy girls' band"—then confesses her soft spot: "I have this thing about saxophone players." Josephine has just told her, "You know, I play tenor sax." Sugar laughs it off because she thinks Josephine is a woman, and the audience gets the joke Joe is already planning: the very desire she just described is about to be used against her.
A1–C2 es la escala MCER. Las tarjetas por encima del nivel elegido se atenúan y la reproducción no se pausa en ellas.
“Oh, I tell you, my dear, this is the only way to travel.”
A tipsy boast that turns a cramped train berth into the height of luxury.
Informal
“You fall for 'em, you really love 'em.”
The repetition makes the confession sound fond and helpless at once.
Informal
“If I had any brains, I wouldn't be on this crummy train with this crummy girls' band.”
Self-mockery and a doubled crummy show exactly how trapped she feels.
Informal
“I have this thing about saxophone players.”
Owning a weakness as a quirky thing makes a confession sound charming.
Informal
“Thirteen girls in a berth. It's bad luck.”
A superstitious number joke lands because the count itself is the punchline.
Informal
I have this thing about saxophone players. Especially tenor sax. Really? I don't know what it is, but they just curdle me. All they have to do is play eight bars of "Come to Me, My Melancholy Baby" and my spine turns to custard. I get goose-pimply all over, and I come to 'em. - That so? - Every time. You know, I play tenor sax. - But you're a girl, thank goodness. - Oh. Yeah. That's why I joined this band. Safety first. Anything to get away from those bums. Yeah. You don't know what they're like. You fall for 'em, you really love 'em.
Siguiente · 09the natives are getting restlessLa escena: Sugar Dreams of a Rich HusbandBecause word travels fast in a sleeping car. Someone lets slip that there's a party in Upper 7, and each girl passes it on until the entire band arrives with bottles and snacks.
They're bored, off duty, and eager for a drink. Warnings about being fired and Bienstock catching them barely register, and every attempt to clear the room draws more jokes instead of compliance.
She's describing the pattern behind her bad luck: she can't resist sax players, has followed that weakness from band to band, and joined an all-girl group partly to put the temptation out of reach.
No. She assumes the new girl is a woman, which is exactly why she speaks so freely—and why the confession lands as a joke on the audience rather than on her.
She means the all-girl band is her way of avoiding saxophone players altogether. It's a joke about self-protection: join a band with no men, and temptation can't find her.