A New Kind of Love Page #4

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just like a Spanish omelet.

We'll paint the town.

No, l gotta get those invoices out.

Then l thought maybe l might go out

and sketch some shop windows.

- Want a cigarette?

- No, thanks.

- What's the matter with you, Sam?

- What do you mean?

Well, with me there's some excuse.

But you?

This is Paris.

Take a look outside.

This isn't a city. lt's a great big

1 1 4 square miles of love potion.

And a girl should take advantage.

Thank you. l tried it once

and no, thank you.

- Once? With you that's a career?

- Yeah, that's a career.

Listen, l was in love once.

Very much in love.

And l got kicked right in the stomach.

So l decided then and there that

l'd show them all l don't need them.

All the men l can live without.

Maybe someday, when l've really

made something of myself,

then l'll think about getting married.

Married? Who's talking married?

l was married once.

lt just convinced me that there must

be something more to sex than that.

Listen, l think you'd better run along.

That perfume may wear off.

l got no place to go.

l was going for a ride in the park in one

of those horse and carriages, alone.

l figured no girl should come to Paris

without riding in the park.

Listen, you'll probably meet somebody

very nice in the lobby.

That dress does wonders for you.

Don't let's kid ourselves.

l wanna get married again, Sam.

lt was the best l ever knew.

All the rest is nothing.

You ought to get married too.

How old are you?

- Never mind.

- ''Never mind'' is already enough.

You know the Daily News building

in New York?

Yeah.

Right over the entrance, next to

the clock, cut right in the stone,

it says,

''lt is later than you think.''

Ever since l saw it there,

l only buy the Herald-Tribune.

But it hasn't helped.

lf you wanna borrow some of

this perfume, you're welcome.

But it doesn't young you any.

That night it looked like rain.

l didn't wanna catch cold,

so l called Suzanne to come over

with her umbrella.

She brought a friend,

to prevent pneumonia.

We spent the whole evening

avoiding infection.

Doctor Kildare would have been

proud of us,

and of all the others in Paris who

joined us in the good fight.

Pardon. Have you a match?

Sacre bleu! Mon dieu!

Hey, cab. l want a cab.

- Bonsoir, madame.

- Yeah. No, l'm on the town tonight.

l wanna sit up there.

How much is this gonna cost?

- Quinze francs.

- What's that? Three bucks?

- Yes, three bucks.

- Okay, let's go.

- Alphonse.

- lf you don't mind, l get nervous

when anybody else drives.

Come on, let's go.

Take us straight to jail.

lt'll save time.

l think somewhere in the Bible it says

that virtue is its own reward.

For the rest of us,

it's Bromo-Seltzer.

There's another proverb

that l picked up somewhere.

''There is no sleep like the sleep

of the innocent,

while the wicked will never

find rest. ''

l must have done something

very good once in my life.

But it must have been before

my voice changed.

This is the Festival of Saint Catherine,

the patron saint

of all unmarried girls who work

in the dress shops.

All of the fashion salons throw parties.

The girls dance with each other.

And for a few frantic hours,

Paris is no man's land.

lt's enough to break your heart.

Today, Paris belongs to the salesgirls

and the models.

All the shops are closed and all the

salons, in honor of St. Catherine.

Oh, here you are, darling.

The best actors entertain,

and the champagne is free.

And all the girls keep drinking till all the

other girls begin to look like boys?

No, no, darling.

This is a religious holiday.

- Amen.

- You see, darling,

all these girls are looking

for husbands, like l am.

Like you are.

May the best girl win. Good luck.

Why did you have to turn out

to be likable?

l like you too.

- Shall we dance?

- l'll be delighted.

Now l've seen everything.

Mesdames, messieurs.

For our friends who do not

speak French, l will explain.

This fete began over

1 ,000 years ago,

when l was just a small boy.

And these strange hats--

Well, they must be worn by all

the young ladies

who are over 25 and unmarried.

You are over 25?

l love Paris. lt's so insincere.

Thank you.

Now, St. Catherine insists, of course,

that these ladies

must be unspoiled, untouched,

virgin.

But wait, wait.

We are all, in France, gentlemen.

And any young lady

who is 25 years old,

and she's not married, well, naturally,

we will take your word for it.

Vive la France!

Now, now, all of you young ladies

will go to place flowers on the shrine

of St. Catherine.

And you will make your wish

for a husband.

Hey, hey. Hey. Suppose a girl

doesn't want a husband?

Or a romance, or anything?

This is a day of love, mademoiselle.

And love, whatever you may think,

at least in Paris,

is becoming very popular.

So let me tell you a little about it,

to say as well as l can remember it.

And you know, mademoiselle,

l remember it well.

When you have anything as lovely

to remember,

when you are my age, as Mimi.

You funny, little, good-for-nothing Mimi

Am l the guy?

You see? Everyone else

remembers.

Mimi, Gigi, Valentine.

l assure you, my stubborn friend.

lf l had my life to live over again,

l wouldn't have the strength.

But you. You are young.

You are beautiful.

You haunt me all day through

Every little breeze

Seems to whisper ''Louise''

Birds in the trees

Seem to twitter ''Louise''

Each little rose

Tells me it knows

l love you, love you

Every little beat

That l feel in my heart

- l think l'll get down now.

- Seems to repeat

What l felt at the start

Each little sigh

Tells me that l adore you

- Louise

- My name's Sam.

Just to see and hear you

Brings joy l never knew

l think it fits.

But to be so near you

Thrills me through and through

Anyone can see

Why l wanted your kiss

lt had to be

But the wonder is this

Can it be true, someone like you

Could love me--?

- No.

- Sam

You see, l've got a problem.

Yes, you have. But l'm sure...

l'm sure there is someone,

somewhere,

who is waiting to tell you:

lf the nightingales

Could sing like you

They'd sing much sweeter

Than they do

For you brought

A new kind of love to me.

Quand je vous regarde avec ferveur

J'en prouve tant de douceur

For you've brought

A new kind of love to me

Je ressens prs de vous

Tant d'moi

Que je n'suis plus matre de moi

Je sais tout nous spare

Et pourtant je pense vous

Tout le temps

l would work and slave

The whole day through

lf l could hurry home to you

Oh, you've brought

A new kind of love to me

Thanks. Le chapeau, s'il vous plait.

lf you will put on this hat,

Mademoiselle Sam,

and if you will place your problem

in the hands of St. Catherine,

and if you will, in short,

open your heart,

l'm sure that you will find here,

in Paris,

someone who will change your

mind about love.

Because in Paris:

Every bird has a mate

Every poodle has a date

ln the park in Paree in the spring

Every duck, every fish

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