A New Kind of Love Page #3

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Numro vingt-cinq. Robe du soir

et manteau. Rouge Goya.

Number 25. Evening gown

and cape. Goya red.

Nice little housedress.

Not very practical. You're liable

to get those sleeves

caught in the garbage disposal.

Number 2 7. Dinner suit.

Brocade and mink.

- So how much are they already?

- Oh, the French are very wise.

They never quote prices in public.

The price of this dress

is about $2,000.

Sam.

l figure in rayon and rabbit fur,

we can do it for about $89.95.

Remember good.

There was another showing in Paris

that Harry and l attended.

We were working too, of course.

l wanted desperately to get that

interview with someone

in the French cabinet,

or the old boy at the top.

We looked for him everyplace.

To each his own.

You lost her.

The stuff from the boutiques

looks just as good

as those expensive originals.

l don't know why

we don't get more of them.

Darling, no woman buys

a Paris gown to save money.

Unless, of course, she's in love

with her husband.

And then why bother?

Comes to about $42 a dozen.

- Madam?

- Merci.

You know, the hats

are divine this season.

- What did you wanna do that for?

- l couldn't resist it.

The last guy that bowed to me

was playing King Arthur

in the fourth grade.

l was Lady Guinevere.

So, Lady Guinevere, how are you

coming with the brassieres?

Fine. But come on up here

and take a look.

All these French sizes

are marked different.

This one says size 86.

Now, would you believe it? How you

gonna convert that into inches?

lt might help you to know

that l wear a size 90.

lt helps a lot.

l found a wonderful place here

to get sponge rubber.

Everybody goes there.

Mr. Bergner?

l don't know whether you think

it's illegal to pay

- for something you can steal.

- Sure, it's illegal.

But l'm not sure. lt might be better

to buy some of those

Paris originals, huh?

- Buy?

- Yeah.

That's right. You can copy them

much easier that way.

Everyone does it.

They sell you the rights.

Now, Mr. Bergner, isn't your money

just as good as Saks' or Magnins'?

Sure, it's as good. That's why l wanna

keep it in the bank where it belongs.

What do you think, Lina?

Ninety?

Centimeters, darling.

l said, what do you think?

l think it's a wonderful night.

How'd you like to buy me a bowl

of onion soup and a cheese Danish?

Onion soup, 1 :
00 in the morning?

lf l'm gonna get indigestion,

l'd like to get it at a decent hour.

Come over here and take a look.

- Somebody left their shade up?

- Look at that.

The Champs-Elyses.

The heart of Paris.

The most beautiful city in the world.

lt's like a dress you couldn't copy

with the best cutters

on 34th Street...

...covered from top to bottom

with 1 0,000 sparkling lights.

Like some tailor was crazy and sewed

the whole thing over with diamonds.

Normal. Maybe it's just brain damage.

Or perhaps we've all been working

a little too hard.

l know a charming bistro

in the Montmartre,

where the onion soup is not

going to give you indigestion.

lt's made with champagne.

Would they serve it

without the onions?

Why, that's the best way!

And there is music and singing.

And when the proprietor is in

the mood, the tables are pushed back,

and everyone makes the twist.

lt's so French.

lt sounds great. Come on.

lt'll do us good to knock off early

and have a little fun.

Glad you thought of it.

Sam, get your coat.

No, thank you, Mr. Bergner.

Somebody's gotta do the invoices.

How about you? Onion soup?

l'm tired. l think l got

a little touch of brain damage.

Well, suit yourself.

Looks like you're stuck with me.

Oh, l don't think l mind at all.

You know, most Americans don't

know how to enjoy themselves.

ln Europe, we learned

how to let ourselves go.

That's why all wars begin here.

- Well, off to the battle.

- Darling, can you make the twist?

- Can l make the twist?

- Why, not bad at all. Come on.

l knew she wasn't all done up

like that just to take inventory.

You should have gone along

to protect him.

Got nothing to wear

but that old sequin dress.

Like some tailor was crazy

and sewed the whole thing over

with broken glass.

l found an apartment

in the shadow of the Sacr Coeur,

and was beginning to enjoy my exile

when Harry came rushing at top

speed, for him, across the square

that has launched generations

of immortal artists,

all painting the same

immortal painting.

Everybody's talking about it.

l ran as fast as l could.

- What do you mean, l'm fired?

- l just came from the office.

Communiqu from the boss.

Chalmers.

You've been given

your two weeks' notice.

- What?

- Quote. Unquote.

But don't worry, they did it to Louis

the XVl, and he came back, didn't he?

- Or did he?

- He can't do it.

l got the best lawyer in the States

to draw that contract.

- lt's got three more years to run.

- Looks like he found a loophole.

- How could he?

- He hired your lawyer to look for it.

That is un-American.

- You going back home?

- You bet l'm not. l've been working.

l've got two weeks to show

that charcoal-gray fink

that he's throwing away the great

white hope of American journalism.

He'll be begging me to sign up again.

When l dream it,

he has tears in his eyes,

and he's throwing hundred-dollar bills.

- Come here.

- But l never catch them.

l've been up all night, pounding

out a new idea for the column.

- All night?

- Yeah, read it.

Dateline, Montmartre.

Bb.

Good morning.

Au revoir, bb.

Actually, you can say that again.

Au revoir, bb.

Au revoir, bb.

Do l know you?

Mais certainement.

Oh, of course.

l didn't recognize you dry.

Au revoir.

One thing. You've got your nose

to the grindstone every minute.

Come on, read it, l want your opinion.

Okay.

''Dateline, Montmartre.

Here in a garret--''

- Get with it.

- ''Overlooking the 'trumbled'--

The tumbled rooftops...''

You're gonna laugh,

but this writing is so shaky

it looks like you wrote with a quill pen.

''That still house the ghosts

of Montaigne and Baudelaire,

l found a certain enchantment

that is...''

Come on.

- Where we going?

- To get a typewriter and a desk.

Oh, good idea.

Although...

...there's a lot to be said

for Granddaddy's way.

Baby.

l've been exhaling for an hour

and a half. Nothing zips.

Here, let me. Come on over

by the mirror.

Made up my mind l was

gonna look sexy tonight

even if the whole town

run out of sponge rubber.

All right, so inhale.

- Boy, what is that perfume?

- ''My Sin.'' l hope it's a prediction.

- Are you gonna go out with Joe?

- That schlemiel?

Him and his French poodle

are out onion-souping again.

You can inhale.

So who are you going out with?

Come on, you can tell me.

A handsome Frenchman.

- Count, maybe.

- No kidding!

Or Charles Boyer or an American

millionaire or Adlai Stevenson

- or a taxi driver or a street cleaner--

- All right.

l hope he does get indigestion.

Throw something on

and come along.

There's a moon out tonight that looks

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