At Long Last Love Page #6

You can have him, Mrs. Pritchard,

but he's all show.

Oh, yes.

Call me Mabel, dear. I don't like

to be reminded of my husband.

Sure.

Tea, Mrs. P.?

Perfect timing, Rodney.

Where would you like it?

Well, where am I now? I'd say you

were in the middle of the backyard.

Well, I think I'll have my tea

in the middle of the backyard.

Very good, madam. See how she

makes decisions? Just like that.

Who's your playmate?

Oh, that's Elizabeth.

Now, please, madam,

don't encourage her.

I'm his shadow.

You see what I mean.

Oh, now, Rodney.

You're blushing.

That's a first.

Is he blushing?

I've seen him blush before.

He's blushing.

You can spare us

the sordid details, Michael.

Could we change the subject?

Well, Rodney, you and

Elizabeth run off and play.

We can manage the tea.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, couldn't I stay?

We're never alone.

I know what you mean, dear.

Madam, that is unfair.

Well, Rodney, let's face it.

You are no pushover.

Oh, hear, hear.

Well, all right. Stay.

Have a drink.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Rodney, you're such a tiger.

I see you still haven't

shaved that silly thing off.

Do we have to talk about it now?

Don't you like his mustache?

She hates it. He only grew

it to look like Rodney.

Well, he's my idol.

He's mine too.

Oh, go away!

I see I'm still the only one

currently unattached.

You'll all have to come to the club dance

with me tonight, help me pick someone out.

Absolutely out of the question.

Michael.

Hi, Mabel.

Hello, handsome.

Hello, madam.

Your mother looks

beautiful tonight. Yes.

Who's that stick

she's dancing with?

Captain Craig.

I don't know what he's captain of.

That's what they've always called him.

Maybe it's his first name.

I knew a guy called Sergeant once.

Possible.

They don't like

tip-tap.

They don't like anything.

I think if a bomb fell right outside,

they'd just give you that look

and go right on dancing.

Oh, of course.

Didn't you know?

Yes? When you're

out in smart society;

And you suddenly

get bad news

You mustn't show anxiety

No?

And proceed to sing

the blues Hmm.

For example,

tell me something sad

Something awful

Something grave

And I'll show you how

a Racquet Club lad would behave

Okay.

Have you heard

the coast of Maine

Just got hit

by a hurricane?

Well, did you evah?

What a swell party

this is

Perfect! Have you

heard that Uncle Newt;

Forgot to open

his parachute?

Well, did you ever;

What a swell party

this is Precisely!

It's great, it's grand

It's wonderland

It's tops, it's first;

It's DuPont, it's Hearst;

What soup

What-a fish

That meat

What a dish

What salad

What cheese

Yes? Pardon me One

moment, please

Have you heard

that poor, dear Blanche

Got run down

by an avalanche?

Well, did you ever?

What a swell

party this is

Have you heard Mrs. Cass had three

beers and then ate the glass?

Well, did you ever?

Hmm. What a swell

party this is

Any bets?

Just go ahead.

Have you heard

it's in the stars

Next July

we collide with Mars?

Well, did you evah!

What a swell party this is.

Have you heard

that poor old Ted

Just turned up

in an oyster bed?

Well, did you evah!

What a swell party

this is

What daiquiris

What sherry, please

What Burgundy

What great Pommery

What brandy. Wow!

What whiskey.

And how!

What gm and what beer

Will you sober up, my dear?

Have you heard

Professor Munch

Ate his wife

and divorced his lunch?

Well, did you evah?

What a swell party

this is

Help!

Coraggio!

Would you, old man?

Of course.

Have you heard

that Mimsie Starr

Just got pinched

in the Astor Bar

Well!

Swell party.

Michael, what are you doing?

Have you heard

that Captain Craig

Breeds termites

in his wooden leg?

Michael Oliver Pritchard!

What a swell

party this is

It's fun, it's fine

It's too divine

It's smooth, it's smart

It's Rodgers, it's Hart;

What debs

What stage,

What gossip

What gags

What feathers

What fuss

Just between

the flour oi us

Michael, you are incorrigible!

Lilly Lane has

lousy luck

She was there

when the lightning struck

Well, did you ever!

What a swell party this is.

Bye, Mom.

Bye, Mabel.

Mrs. Smith

in her new Hup

Crossed the bridge

when the bridge was up

Well, did you ever!

What a swell party this is.

I believe I need a drink.

Hey, Spanish.

They're deserting us.

I see. Let's go. I'm with you, John.

Excuse us.

It's fun, it's fresh

It's post depresh

It's Shangri-la

It's Harper's Bazaar

Oh, what domes

Que! Chic

Those pearis, they're

the peak Oh!

What glamor and

what cheer

This will simply

slay you, dear

Kitty isn't paying calls

She slipped over

Niagara Falls

Well, did you ever?

What a swell

party this is

Yeah?

Yeah.

And Johnny's

rather scatterbrained

He dove in

when the pool was drained

Well, did you ever?

What a swell

party this is

Is that thing itchy?

What thing?

The thing on your lip.

Oh.

No.

Not at all?

Well, when it's growin' in.

Mm-hmm.

A little.

Kiss me, you fool.

On. Right.

Michael? Brooke!

Did you hear something?

No.

I hate to tell you

what I think it was.

Then don't.

All right.

Brooke? Michael!

I don't hear a thing.

Well, I do.

It's your mother.

Oh.

Well.

Yes, Mabel.

Where are you?

Oh.

Hi.

We were just looking for Kitty and John.

What a coincidence.

Oh, have you seen them?

Yes. They just left.

They left?

Right.

Where'd they go?

Back to the city.

Gee. They didn't

want to disturb you.

Oh, they didn't?

No.

But we weren't doing

anything... special.

Were we?

I can't think of anything.

Mmm. Kitty has

a matinee tomorrow,

and Mr. Spagnoli indicated there was

a rather heavy card game scheduled.

Oh.

I see.

Well, you may take the car.

The captain's going to show me his

lighthouse. See you in a day or so.

Good night.

Good night, Mom.

Good night, Mabel.

Could you please turn the station?

Can you find another station?

All right.

Take it easy.

But why so gloomy are we?

The night is beautiful.

You are beautiful.

I'm beautiful.

You ain't bad.

Huh?

I have idea.

Oh, I bet you do.

I'm no Boob McNutt.

And I'm no Dumb Dora.

Si. You know,

I prefer Blondie .7

Oh, I know.

Oh, no! No.

What's your idea?

They make us unhappy?

We make them unhappy.

How do we do that? They make us jealous?

We make them jealous.

Give them some of their own

medicine, you mean. Of course!

We are seen everywhere.

We hold hands. We kiss.

We-

Uh-huh.

What do you think?

I think this is

a very original pass.

No, it's not a pass.

No.No, no.

Si. It's just sort

of a show we put on?

Doesn't mean anything?

No.

No.

Do we rehearse?

If you like.

Hmm.

This show could be a hit.

You're such

a Ne plus ultra creature

What was that?

French.

That if I had your photo

I couldn't pick

my favorite feature

I like you so in Toto

Latin.

Oh, thank you.

In every way,

from every angle

You're the bangle

I long to dangle

Very convincing.

I'll say that much for you.

Or from basement to roof

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