Auntie Mame Page #2

...and some Mr. Babcock,

your trustee...

Oh, I see! I have the responsibility

and your trustee has the authority.

Norah took me to a movie once

about a trustee.

There was a prison break.

A trustee saved the warden's daughter.

This isn't the kind of trustee

that lives in a prison. As a rule.

We'll tackle him

in our own good time.

Now, Patrick, is your Auntie Mame

anything like you expected?

No. The only picture I saw of you was

with a shawl and a rose in your teeth.

Like a Spanish lady.

It's in my suitcase.

Didn't your father tell you

anything about me before he died?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Well, what was it?

Come now, my little love.

You must always be frank

with your Auntie Mame.

Well, my father said, since you're

my only living relative...

...I might be living

with you someday, and...

Well?

But that to be left in your hands was

a fate he wouldn't wish on a dog.

That...

What's that?

That is a B. The first letter of a

7-letter word that means your father.

Come, child,

I'll show you to your room.

It's a cozy little nook. My loom is

by the window. Do you weave?

You can sit at it. I have instructions

from a descendant of Pocahontas.

I began with an enormous rug.

It's that bell pull by the fireplace.

Your own little den.

How stupid of me.

I gave up weaving for sculpture.

That is, a sculptor friend

used this room for six months.

A divine man! Such talented fingers,

but what he did to my bust.

That's the head, you know.

I guess it's not quite ready yet.

The Marie Antoinette room! No, Vera's

there. You better camp out with me.

Shall we try this out for size?

- Perfect! Shall we...?

- I'll do it.

- Sheets. Where were the sheets...?

- When will you be home from the party?

What makes you think

I'm going to any party?

Just as I was getting used to

all them dragons. What is it?

Don't ask me. I didn't paint it.

Can I get in her room?

At 2:
00? You'll be lucky

to get in by 5. She's sleeping.

- I'll start in the other room.

- Can't!

She's sleeping in two bedrooms?

No. It's the first lady of American

theater out cold in the guest room.

Again? What does she do, live here?

She don't live here. She drinks

and does her passing out here.

It's a wonder their blood

hasn't turned to vinegar.

In two weeks,

they've had 13 cocktail parties.

Only 13 in two weeks?

They had to call one off.

The bootlegger couldn't come that day.

Auntie Mame! Auntie Mame!

What is it? What happened?

I've got something to show you.

Look!

Bats!

I built it. It has a rubber-band motor.

I built the body out of wood.

Please, darling,

your Auntie Mame is hung.

Sure, Auntie Mame.

- Sure.

- Patrick, Patrick, come back.

You know, I really am

interested in all your projects.

Child, how can you see

with all that light?

That's better. Be an angel

and tell lto to bring me breakfast.

Black coffee and a sidecar.

And a cold towel for Auntie Vera.

- Is she in the guest room again?

- Since Sunday. Run along, darling.

First, come and give your Auntie Mame

a good morning kiss.

Gently, darling, gently.

That was lovely.

I really am fascinated by aviation.

I never knew before

they did it all with rubber bands.

Miss Dennis? Yes, she's here.

Who's calling, please?

- Mr. Babcock.

- Hold the wire.

- It's Mr. Babcock, from the bank.

- I've been dodging him for days.

Well, hello, Mr. Babcock. How nice

to hear your voice at long last.

I too am looking forward

with anticipation to meeting you.

The little lad is fine.

He can't wait to meet you.

Hurry, my tray, darling!

Auntie needs fuel.

Do drop over anytime, Mr. Babcock.

In how many minutes?

Yes, 57th Street is right

in my neck of the woods.

Spitting distance?

How vivid. Come right along, then.

You can join me for tea.

That's right, number 3 Beekman Place.

Right away. Vera! Vera!

Vera! Vera! I am about to be attacked

by the Knickerbocker Bank.

- That's lovely.

- Vera!

Why'd that Oriental sandman

let me sleep in my best Chanel?

He tried but you bit him.

Patrick's trustee,

some hideous man...

...is about to descend upon me

like a vulture and rob me of my child.

He's coming here?

In the middle of the night?

That moon's bright!

Stop being silly. I have got

to make the right impression!

The Knickerbocker Bank is so

conservative, they don't pay interest.

All right! Let's get organized.

What time is it, and what day is it?

I was due at the theater guild.

You can't desert me in my predicament.

What will I wear?

- How can I face the guild?

- Will this make me look Scarsdale?

- Have you ever been to Scarsdale?

- Good afternoon, Aunt Vera.

Do Lillian Gish.

Simple dress, Madonna-like hairdo.

Madonna-like hairdo. That's it.

A switch! A switch!

- You got one?

- Dozens.

- Do you throw anything away?

- I may go back to one of these colors.

- lf you kept your hair natural as l...

- I'd be bald! Pick one close to mine.

Try this. You need a dress like I wore

as Lady... That's stunning!

It's my new dress.

I haven't had it on yet.

I won't put $500 on my back

for that awful man. A suit will do.

- Hold it so I can braid it like a halo.

- I've got to go.

I can't let him see you. He'll think

I run a house for wanton women.

- I'll wear your mink.

- Over my dead body!

This dress is heaven.

You know, green suits me.

I think I'll phone up Maggie.

Put this on my head. Hurry!

No matter how it looks.

- I've got to go.

- Don't you dare leave me!

- You could care less about my career...

- Not already! Norah, lto, the door!

I've gotta get out before he gets in.

I can't leave him down in the foyer!

That's the third time!

- Be my friend for five minutes.

- I've been a friend!

Go down and make

Mr. Babcock feel at home.

But the theater guild!

Get out of my way! What am I gonna

do with this damn stinking halo?

You want?

I'm Mr. Babcock.

Miss Dennis is expecting me.

- You come in.

- Thank you.

- I take coat?

- Thank you. Thank you.

- You sit.

- Thank you.

Mr. Babcock? We've been expecting you.

My name is Patrick Dennis.

- Please sit down.

- Fine. Fine.

Auntie Mame will be right down.

She's having a little trouble

with her halo.

She'll be right down.

You look like a bully little chap.

Yes, sir, a bully little chap.

- You look very bully too.

- Yes.

Would you care

for a martini, Mr. Babcock?

Dry or extra dry?

Sit down, please. I'll make them

like I do for Mr. Woolcott.

Stir, never shake. Bruises the gin.

Would you care for an olive?

Auntie Mame says olives take up

too much room in such a little glass.

Why, Mr. Babcock!

What an honor it is

to have you in our little home.

I wonder if it makes the best first

impression on a sensitive young mind...

...to see you drinking

during business hours.

- But he...

- I won't breathe a word to the bank.

Just one minute.

Where did he learn to mix...?

Mr. Babcock, knowledge is power.

That is exactly what I'm here for.

To discuss this boy's proper education.

Nuts?

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