Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner
Music: Frederick Loewe
"Mrs Hopkins (spoken)
How’d ya like that? Knocked me for a row of pins, it did.
(The Bartender shoves Harry and Jamie out of the pub exactly as he did in the previous scene, the crowd gets a big kick out of it.)
Bartender (spoken)
Come on, Doolittle. Out you go. Hop it now. I ain’t runnin’ no charity bazaar.
Doolittle (crossing out of pub) (spoken)
Thanks for your hospitality, George. Sen...
Bartender
Yes, I know. Send the bill to Buckingham Palace.
(The crowd laughs.)
Mrs Hopkins
You can buy your own drinks now, Alfie Doolittle. Fallen into a tub of butter, you have.
Doolittle
What tub of butter?
Mrs Hopkins (crosses to Doolittle)
Your daughter, Eliza. Oh, you’re a lucky man, Alfie Doolittle.
Doolittle
What are you talkin’ about? What about Eliza?
Mrs Hopkins (to the group)
He don’t know. Her own father, and he don’t know.
(Crowd laughs.)
Moved in with a swell, Eliza has. Left here in a taxi all by herself, smart as paint, and ain’t been home for three days. And then I gets a message from her this morning: She wants her things sent over to 27-A Wimpole Street, care of Professor Higgins. And what things does she want? Her birdcage, and her Chinese fan.
(She hands them to him.)
But, she says, never mind about sendin’ any clothes!
(There is general laughter from the crowd.)
Doolittle (crosses to Harry and Jamie, laughing gleefully)
I knowed she had a career in front of her! Harry, boy, we’re in for a booze-up. The sun is shinin’ on Alfred P. Doolittle!"