An Affair to Remember Page #9

Well, yes. Yes,

I waited until about...

Midnight.

Oh.

And then what

did you do?

Well, then I got

really mad. Mmm.

Well, you can imagine,

standing up there on the...

Yes, in a thunderstorm.

In a thunderstorm.

Then what did you

say to yourself?

Well, then I said, "Go

on home and get tight."

But you didn't

do that.

Didn't I?

No. Well...

Maybe just

a little one

every hour

for about a month.

Can you blame me?

Oh, I should say not.

The least I could have done

was to have sent you a note.

Well, perhaps by the

time you thought of it,

you didn't know

where to reach me.

But you swore if you ever

saw me again you'd ask.

No. No.

I remember we said that if we

could make it, we'd be there.

And if one of us

didn't show up,

it would be for

a darn good reason.

Did we say that?

Yes, that is exactly

what we said.

Well, like what

for instance?

So, there'll be no more

questions asked, I hope?

(CHUCKLES)

Would you like

a cigarette?

(SIGHS) Thank you.

Thank you, Nickie.

Isn't that wonderful?

I walked all

the way here just to...

And now I'm not even supposed

to ask you why you weren't there.

Isn't it strange?

We used to read

each other's thoughts.

It's not the same,

is it?

Not quite.

Hmm.

It doesn't seem...

I know.

I don't know what happens

to me. Whenever I...

No wedding ring, I see.

No.

Well, I thought

at the...

Last night, the show?

No, no.

He was just...

No.

I didn't mean

to offend you.

How's everything

with you, Nickie?

Oh, you can

ask questions?

Mmm-hmm.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I thought

everything was fine

until I saw you

last night.

Then I knew there must

be something between us,

even if it's

only an ocean,

so I bought myself

a ticket.

Oh, you're sailing?

Tonight.

And you're happy,

aren't you?

Yes, yes.

And you?

I don't know.

I'm worried

about the future.

I don't know what

people will think.

They'll say, "There he

goes, the mad painter.

"There's something the matter

with him. He doesn't like women."

Why would people say that? Why?

Because he sails

the seven seas

and to every woman

he meets he says,

"Where will you be

in six months?"

And they're there?

Everywhere.

Tops of pyramids, the domes of

cathedrals, the Eiffel Tower.

He still tries to

keep them up high.

He keeps them waiting.

Sure. Waiting,

waiting, waiting.

And where is he

all this time?

Waiting.

But you can't go on

like that.

It isn't right for you.

I wish I could say

you were wrong.

I was once.

How'd you like to

change the subject?

Yes, yes, I'd love to.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Now, six months ago,

who'd have thought

we'd be spending

Christmas together

in front of

a nice warm fire?

I brought you a present.

Oh, thank you. I'm sorry.

I don't have one for you.

I didn't think

I'd be seeing you.

That's all right.

I didn't expect one.

That isn't really

a Christmas present.

Oh, that's why

my letters came back.

I would have

sent it to you,

but I didn't know

your address until today.

She wanted you to

have it, remember?

So, well,

that's the reason I...

Good-bye, Terry.

Good-bye, Nickie.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You know, I painted you

like that with the shawl.

I wish you could

have seen it.

Courbet said it was

one of my best.

I didn't think I could

ever part with it.

But, well, there was no reason

to keep it any longer, and...

I couldn't take money for it,

because, well, you know...

So, Courbet told me

a young woman

came into the gallery,

and she liked it.

She saw in it what

I'd hoped you'd see,

so I told Courbet

to give it to her

because he said she

didn't have any money,

and not only that,

she was...

She was...

Anyway, I told him

to give it to her.

Courbet said she wanted it so badly

and so I told him

to give it to her.

You know, it's the Christmas

season and all that.

And you know me.

Holly in my heart.

Darling, don't look

at me like that.

Why didn't you tell me?

If it had to

happen to one of us,

why did it have

to be you?

Oh.

It was nobody's fault,

but my own.

(SNIFFLING)

I was looking up.

It was the nearest thing

to heaven.

You were there.

Oh, darling, don't...

Don't worry, darling.

If you can paint,

I can walk.

Anything can happen.

Don't you think?

Yes, darling, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

CHORUS:
(SINGING)

Our love affair

To remember

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