Modern Times - Charlie Chaplin

An Excerpt from here. I get a lump in my throat just thinking about this:

"This scene in the Red Moon Cafe is a delight. The gamin gets work as a dancer. He takes a job as a singing waiter. But he can't remember the lyrics! Due to a careless fling of the arms, he's "on stage" without his lyrics while the band vamps waiting for him to open his mouth. The gamin urges him to sing anything because words don't matter — get it? — so the Tramp throws himself into an improvised vaudevillian routine built on mock-Italian gibberish. They're not real words, but that's Chaplin's voice proving that strictly verbal language isn't the point of cinema.

Like the gamin, the Tramp has finally found his place, and his humanity, in an environment that couldn't be more distinct from the factory where he began — performing live before an appreciative audience. THere's little need to wonder how much autobiography Chaplin was letting slip through here."

Or even check out this piece. It features this scene....