An Affair to Remember

MAN:
(SINGING)

Our love affair

Is a wondrous thing

That we'll rejoice

In remembering

Our love was born

With our first embrace

And a page was torn

Out of time and space

Our love affair

May it always be

A flame to burn

Through eternity

So take my hand

With a fervent prayer

That we may live

And we may share

A love affair

To remember

And so, while the New

York Stock Exchange

showed signs

of restlessness,

there was little or no uneasiness

on the part of optimists.

Here's good news

for you bachelors.

Competition

for pretty girls

will definitely

be easier

now that Nickie Ferrante,

the big dame hunter,

is going out

of circulation.

Yes, it'll be wedding bells

for him at long last.

Mr. Ferrante is

sailing today from Europe

and Miss Lois Clark

will be waiting for him

at the gangplank

in New York.

Lois and her lovely 600

million bucks. What a deal!

Not only all that lettuce,

but a beautiful tomato, too.

Wow.

(MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)

(CONTINUES IN ITALIAN)

(EXCLAIMING IN ITALIAN)

(BIG BEN CHIMING)

Mmm. Here's rather

a choice little tidbit,

Nickie Ferrante sails tonight

to enter into matrimony

with one of America's

industrial nobility.

Rock and gravel,

I believe.

It's a Miss Lois...

Clark.

Yes.

Well...

Well, there you have it.

Signor Ferrante?

No, no.

Signor Ferrante?

Is he on board?

Yes. Signor Ferrante!

Signor Ferrante.

Signor Ferrante.

Signor Ferrante?

Boy, here I am.

Are you

Signor Ferrante?

I have a telephone call

for you from Paris.

Mr. Ferrante, would you autograph

this... (WOMEN CLAMORING)

That's very kind, but I'm

wanted on the telephone.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yes, this is Ferrante.

Who's calling?

Oh, put her on.

You beast.

Hello, Gabriella.

(IN MOCKING TONE) "Hello,

Gabriella." Don't you talk to me.

"Don't talk..." then

why did you call me?

How could you speak of love

to me, say the things you did?

And you,

about to be married!

You remember

what you whispered

when I gave you

the cigarette case?

Well, of course, dear.

I said... I said...

Hello! Hello! Can you

hear me, Gabriella?

I believe

we're disconnected.

We are not

disconnected!

Operator! Operator!

Oh, this is a shame.

Operator!

Hypocrite!

I have in my hand a knife

and I wish it were

in your back.

(WINCES)

(GABRIELLA UTTERING

EPITHETS IN FRENCH)

Mmm.

Well! Mr. Ferrante. My

name's Hathaway, Ned Hathaway.

Really?

Welcome aboard.

I was wondering

if you'd care to join

my wife, my sister and me

in a game of bridge.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr.

Hathaway, but I cheat.

It's an addiction.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I beg your pardon. I think

you have my cigarette case.

I might as well confess.

I am a jewel thief.

I don't believe it.

I was returning it to the

purser. I found it in the... Ah.

Just a moment. How do I know it's yours?

(CLEARS THROAT) Well, there's an

inscription to me on the inside.

Oh.

"To Nicolo."

Oh.

Don't tell me

you're the famous...

Oh, I have read so much about

you in Life and Look and...

Possibly Good Housekeeping?

Now, may I have my case?

No, no.

Just a moment.

Hmm.

Whew!

This is frightfully

intimate.

I know just enough French

to be embarrassed.

Could you

refine it a little

and tell me in effect

what it says?

Well, in effect,

it says,

(CLEARS THROAT)

"In memory of three unforgettable

nights aboard La Gabriella,"

which is her yacht.

Oh.

I guess that's you,

all right.

(CHUCKLES)

Tell me, did you write the

song, "I'll Never Smile Again?"

(CHUCKLING) No.

But I'm thinking of writing one

called "Moon Over La Gabriella."

Do you think it will ever take

the place of night baseball?

Please, wait.

I'm in trouble,

serious trouble.

Well, I could've

told you.

Playing around yachts.

The poor thing.

I must talk

with someone.

Well, I'm not very good

at that sort of thing.

I talk a lot.

I've tried to break

myself of the habit, but...

But you have

such an honest face.

I have?

I can trust you,

can't I?

Yes, I suppose so.

Good.

Come with me.

Yes, but the captain

has an honest face, too.

Why can't you tell

him your troubles?

Shall we go to your cabin, or to mine?

Ah, no, mine.

But mine is

just around the...

Mine is here.

It's not that

I'm prudish,

but my mother told me never to enter

a man's room in months ending in "R."

She did?

Ah.

Oh, well, your mother's not only

beautiful, she's clever, too.

What is your name?

Terry McKay.

Terry McKay and

I'm traveling alone.

Was that, by any chance,

what was troubling you?

Yes.

May I?

You may.

Thank you.

Um... I think you can

leave it here.

Oh, you know, this couldn't

be nicer. You saved my life.

I was bored to death.

I hadn't seen one attractive

woman on this ship since we left.

Now, isn't that terrible?

I was alarmed.

I said to myself, "Don't

beautiful women travel anymore?"

And then I saw you,

and I was saved, I hope.

Tell me, have you been getting

results with a line like that?

Or would I

be surprised?

If you were surprised,

I'd be surprised.

That sounds

like a nasty crack.

I could make a few,

too, if I wanted to.

I'm sure you could.

I know I can.

That's what I said. All

right. I think I will.

I'm listening.

Does your fiance know

the lady of the yacht...

Gabriella?

Gabriella.

Why certainly.

She's her best friend.

(CHUCKLES)

Chummy little group.

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT) You know, this

ship is going much too fast.

We ought to take

advantage of every moment.

Don't you think that life

should be gay and bright

and bubbly

like champagne?

I like pink champagne.

Yes, that's the kind

I mean, pink champagne.

Is there any reason

why from now on

this trip shouldn't

be pink champagne?

Mmm-hmm.

What?

Oh, dear.

(CLEARS THROAT)

He wouldn't like it?

No.

Husband?

No.

He still wouldn't like it? No.

Why isn't he

traveling with you?

Because he had to go to

Texas on a big merger.

Ah.

He thought it'd

be a good idea

if I took a little trip while

he consummated this big deal

because I have no

head for business.

It's beyond me how the more

money a corporation loses,

the more money

it makes,

because of the carryovers

with the write-offs.

The big secret

seems to be

to merge

a sick corporation

with a big,

fat, healthy one

and then everybody

gets well.

Silly, isn't it?

He doesn't think

I'm dumb,

but he doesn't think I'm very

bright about things like that.

Well, it isn't

necessary, is it?

Thank you.

That's all right.

Well, so he trusts you?

Implicitly.

No mistakes,

no errors,

no tiny little slips?

Five faithful years.

Ah.

Sounds awful, doesn't it, but it's true.

Yes.

Well, there you are.

(CHUCKLING)

Cigarette?

No, thank you.

Oh, I don't...

You could light it from that

inscription, couldn't you?

Oh. Oh, I like that. I

must stay tuned into you.

Yes. He's a very

lucky fellow.

Must be

a remarkable man.

Well, you can imagine

how attractive he is

when I can resist so

charming a person as...

Yes. Yes.

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