A Song Is Born Page #9

in the world, my dear.

Yes, yes. Yes, indeed.

Well, if we're going

to get started this afternoon,

I'd better get my things together.

Kind of a cheesy picture of me, isn't it?

Now I know you better,

I'd say it's a little flattering.

- Check.

- Out of consideration

for Professor Frisbee, I'll let

you get your things together

- and get down the back stairs.

- And then you'll call the police?

No, that would be too humiliating

for Professor Frisbee.

Just get out and disappear.

I've already made other arrangements.

Don't worry.

I'm not marrying any professor.

- You're certainly not.

- The guy I'm getting

is going to keep me in diamonds

and mink coats, not bungalow aprons.

That's pretty good for a gal

who came up the hard way, huh?

- We'll have this room fumigated.

- You can do that after we're gone.

- You're not taking Professor Frisbee.

- I'm taking all of them.

- Oh, you are?

- Oh, no.

Let me pass.

You're forcing me to phone the police.

Look, cookie. Any spilling

that's to be done, I'll do, but not yet.

Not while it'll bug up everything.

If you think I'm letting you

take my professors...

Look at it this way, cookie.

The harm's been done.

Frizzy's going to wear his heart in a sling

whether he finds out sooner or later.

Here or in Jersey

doesn't make any difference to him.

Only in Jersey is a darned sight

better for me.

- Better for you indeed.

- Oh, no.

- Let me through that door.

- No.

Let me through that door, or I'll scream.

Oh, no, I can't have you screaming.

Sorry, cookie.

To be my lawful wedded wife,

for better or worse.

- What did you say?

- What?

Nothing. I was just rehearsing

the wedding ceremony.

To be my lawful wedded wife,

for better or worse,

for richer or poorer...

- Please, Frizzy.

- What?

Don't, please.

You're very nervous, darling, aren't you?

I know it's been a very exciting day.

Look out!

Frisbee!

Help! Help! Police!

Never mind, operator. Cancel it.

They must have left, Tony,

there's no answer.

They should have been here hours ago.

Not the way those old fogies

would be driving.

You know what's funny about people?

The older they get,

the more careful they are.

You'd think when a guy's

seen everything...

Hello. It's Honey.

Hello, Honey. Where are you?

Now, look, we're not down here for fun.

We're having a wedding.

They've had an accident.

Nothing serious.

It just shook the old boys up a little.

I couldn't get to a phone before.

I don't know.

Some little hotel near Kingston.

Twin Oaks Inn it's called.

Yeah.

Sure, Tony, there's a midnight bus.

I can grab that.

Midnight bus. What are you talking about?

I'll have Monte and Joe pick you up

in 40 minutes. Yeah, tonight.

I've got a Justice of the Peace waiting.

There'll be a Justice of the Peace

tomorrow.

Why not do this thing right?

I want to wait until the old boys

have gone to bed.

I can't walk out on them cold.

Maybe you'd like to sit down

and knit them seven little sweaters

to remember you by...

I've told you how it's going to be.

Now stop barking orders.

So long.

Get the car ready.

Yes...

I can prove to you

by the laws of relativity

that it wasn't Frisbee

that ran into the sign post...

No? - ... but that it was the sign post

that ran...

Hello.

That's all right. Sit down. Go ahead.

But that it was the signpost

that ran into Frisbee.

Now let me explain.

If you do, by the same law,

your head will run into this bottle.

But before you do, I'd like a drink.

- All right.

- Yes, a drink.

And then, I think I'll hit the hay.

- Get some sleep.

- Oh, why?

Why? The evening is yet young.

Stay with us.

Oh, no, I don't belong here.

This is a bachelor dinner.

Well, but this is different.

No. That's the law.

We've heard from the garage.

The car will be ready in the morning.

Perhaps it will stay together long enough

for us to get to Rancocas.

Yes, we'll get an early start.

After issuing an urgent appeal

to all signposts not to charge at us.

What time shall we awaken you?

Around 7:
30?

I'll be awake all right.

Well, kids,

here's to you.

Wassail.

Oh, Frizzy, I...

You know, you boys still have time

to warn him.

A man is a goof to marry any woman.

Just let them try and warn me.

He'll have to console us that

there aren't six more just like you.

- One for each of us.

- Of assorted ages, of course.

Naturally.

I'd like to keep you all in a locket always.

Seven squirrelly cherubs

right out of this world.

- Goodbye, kids.

- Goodbye.

Did you hear that, Frisbee?

I'm a squirrelly cherub.

Come now, Gerkikoff.

I can't understand...

Why? Because I know I'm right.

You're all speaking very glibly on a subject

about which you know practically nothing.

Frisbee, if you feel the need

of any guidance,

may I suggest that you turn to me?

That's right.

You were married once, weren't you?

Genevieve has been dead for some years,

but I have relived every moment

of our happiness so many times.

My experience is entirely at your disposal.

I'm very much obliged to you, Oddly,

- but I feel that this...

- Please, please, Frisbee.

Think of me as an older brother or father

anxious to send you off properly.

- Well, so are we all.

- Yes, yes.

Tenderness. That is what I advocate.

Tenderness and patience.

Genevieve was a pianist.

And we both dabbled at composing.

After our wedding ceremony,

we went straight to the Salzburg Festival.

We spent there a beautiful week,

filled with promise,

and returned home with three

excellent compositions for the piano

and a short nocturne for flute,

two horns, strings, and oboe.

Me, I remember for three months,

every time I bade her good night,

I'd kiss the palm of her little hand,

astonished at my own boldness.

Genevieve was a blond.

Here's a lock of her hair.

Well, it's lovely, Oddly.

I remember it used to shine a great deal.

There was a song at that time

everyone sang.

I always enjoyed listening to it.

That's it.

Please sing it all.

Oh Genevieve

Does anyone else know it?

Sweet Genevieve

The days may come

The days may go

But still the hands of memory weave

The blissfuI dreams

Of long ago

Please go on.

Oh Genevieve

Sweet Genevieve

Thank you. Thank you so much.

The days may come

The days may go

But still the hands

Of memory weave

The blissfuI dreams

Of long ago

It's good, it's good, good, good.

What did you make out

of what Oddly was saying?

Ask him, he's the expert.

What's his bungalow number?

Number six.

Oddly!

Oddly, I'm sorry,

but I've got to talk this thing out.

I'm all confused.

I'm glad we're here in the dark

because this is extremely personal.

What you said before about tenderness,

I mean, about your honeymoon.

Sounds like a beautiful

and aesthetic relationship.

But I'm afraid I don't trust myself.

I'm afraid I'm a lot bolder than you are.

Oddly, do you think

that would ruin everything?

Why, the very idea that I should

have to spend my honeymoon

watching her compose

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