A Good Woman
When I was going through
my wardrobe
on the floor
That's nothing, I found
her hair in my bed.
Just another tragedy of
a down-and-out, I guess
For I'm selling
the thing
That means everything
to my life...
Some women
bring happines...
wherever they go.
Others, whenever they go.
I do both.
Husbands like to
see me come...
wives prefer to see
me go.
There she is.
That's her.
Whose husband didn't she
sleep with?
- Who's she with now?
- Who knows.
- She's older than I thought.
- Look. Watch.
This will teach her.
I'm sorry, Mrs Erlynne, but
that account was closed.
By Mrs Fairchild.
I wish you'd told me before
I ordered the Bordeaux.
What Bordeaux, Mrs Erlynne?
Joe, you're my kind of guy.
- Is she behind me?
- In the blue.
Charge it to Senator Kleghorn.
That's Mrs Kleghorn sitting
next to Mrs Fairchild.
- What a small world.
- And Mrs Winters on her right.
And getting smaller.
You wanna go out
the back?
No, if you go out the back, you'll
never come in the front, Joe.
A lady always leaves the
way she came.
I thought my husband
had more taste.
So sorry to hear you're
leaving us, Mrs Erlynne.
- I'm leaving you?
- I'll prepare your bill.
I ask you to
make me an offer
I don't know how much
it will bring
It isn't a lot...
but it's all I've got
Pooled by an old
gold ring?
It's known me as poor
as a beggar
And it's known me as
rich as a king
And it's known me in hell
And in heaven as well
Pooled by an
old gold ring?
My sudden change
in circumstance...
was not the only reason
for my departure.
The italian coast in summer
attracts the rich and famous.
I'm infamous and poor.
Close enough.
One door closes,
another opens.
Sometimes that door is
not the one you expect.
I saw my chance and
decided to take it.
Meg, dear. Come along.
Come along.
Ah, Giuseppina.
She's my friend.
Give her a discount.
Come here.
It's the best glove shop in the city.
She'll give you a good discount.
You go along, I'll find your
husband, don't worry.
This way, madam.
These are pretty.
- Your hand looks about right.
- I beg your pardon?
My little sister. She was
adamant about every detail but...
neglected to tell me the size.
Would you mind?
Oh, no, of course not.
the first time.
Maybe you should take
off your ring.
It's my wedding ring,
I never take it off.
The other hand, then.
No need to button it. You can see
it fits perfectly.
Lord Darlington,
you depraved man.
What have you been up to?
Ignore him, Meg, dear.
He's a great sinner.
But an excellent bridge partner.
Or I would never tolerate him.
- Do you know each other?
- The year I spent in the London office.
I told you about John.
But you've met.
- No. It's nice to meet you.
- It's a pleasure, Mrs Windemere.
Your wife was helping me select
gloves for my mother.
- Your sister, you said.
- Either one.
We should have dinner.
Where are you staying?
The Grand, but we're trying
to find a villa.
So late in the season.
I warned you.
I know one that's available.
Isn't it an election year in
the wild west?
Who says I'm running?
- It's perfect. It's beaultiful.
- Did I mention the ghost?
I feel like a princess
in a fairly tale.
You are a princess.
That's because I
married the prince.
I have her completely fooled,
poor girl.
If I could fool a woman as
pretty, I wouldn't be a bachelor.
- Now you've made her blush.
- Don't be silly.
Come and see the paintings.
Come on.
Good evening.
Lady Plymdale?
Oh, is she the one
with the big...
Feet. Enourmous feet.
Poor old Plymdale.
- Ace, Queen, King, Jack.
- No honours.
No, no, John's yacht,
John's rules.
- Have it.
- Thank you.
Huge feet. Pontoons.
If desire had an antidote, it would
be those pontoons of hers.
I grow ill thinking of then.
How many times have you
been divorced, Tuppy?
- Three, four? I've simply lost count.
- That's bigamy.
Bigamy is having one wife
too many.
So is monogamy
One should always have a proper
basis for marriage. A mutual...
- Misunderstanding?
- Exactly.
A man can't be happy
with one woman.
A man can be happy with any woman.
As long as he doesn't love her.
For a man who's never thought
of getting married...
you seem to know an awful
lot about it.
I've thought very seriously of marrying.
That's why I'm still single.
Hear, hear.
I just haven't met the right woman.
Look at Cecil, still with Edna.
One keeps one's eyes wide open
before the wedding...
and half shut after.
- That's all there is to it.
- Exactly.
I fancy raising the stakes.
Oh, lucky blighter!
You don't look as if
you're enjoying yourself.
Oh, I am. It's a very
nice party.
- Can I get you a drink?
- No, thank you. I don't drink.
You don't drink?
- Do I seem like a prig?
- No, of course not.
- It's the way I was raised.
- In a convent?
By my Aunt Julia.
My father's sister.
My mother died when I
was very little.
It's the only picture I
have of her.
My father never remarried.
She's every bit as beaultiful
as her daughter.
Have I offended you?
I meant it as a compliment.
- You pay me too many compliments.
- I'll stop at once.
- Thank you.
- Just so you know, I meant every one.
You pretend to be bad, but...
- you're not really.
- There is no good or bad.
People are either charming
or tedious.
If I've been the latter,
I sincerely apologize.
- I'd like us to become friends.
- We already are, aren't we?
Not if you keep flattering me and
paying me silly compliments.
Define silly.
I want your word.
I find the best way to keep my
word is never to give it.
It's always a pleasure
to see a pretty woman.
Good day.
It has to be something
really special...
My wife's birthday.
This is a very special
object.
What do you think?
The sapphire matches your eyes.
It's for my wife.
A man should never buy his
wife jewellery.
And why is that?
he bought his mistress.
My wife has nothing to
wonder about.
She's a lucky woman.
If I was your wife...
- this is what I'd want.
- A fan?
Not for stirring the air,
for stirring the heart.
For centuries...
an erotic language between
men an women.
If a woman placed it on her breast
like this, it meant "I love you".
"When can I see you?"
"Wait for me."
"You may kiss me."
"We're being watched."
I'm sold.
How much?
No, it's not for sale.
Not for sale.
It would break my
mom's heart.
My mama.
Real gold.
If you give him everything, who's
going to buy me an espresso?
My back.
And Americans everywhere.
You'd never know there was a
depression in that country.
Please, something to drink
before I faint.
They don't shop, they pillage.
And they speak loudly.
Could the entire nation be
hard of hearing?
Something in the diet, perhaps?
But we have American
friends, mama.
They don't need to know what
we say about them.
If everyone knew what everyone
said of each other...
there wouldn't be four friends
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