Auntie Mame Page #5

Norah, lto, Patrick. I did want to pay

you some of your back salary...

Not another word about it.

We wouldn't think of leaving you.

No place else get job anyhow.

It isn't 17 jewels, but time isn't

worth all that decoration these days.

Thank you.

So French-smelling, I feel

as alluring as Theda Bara.

Golly, long pants at last!

Can I try them on right now?

Right now!

Well, we've got a little present

for you too, lto and me.

- I hope you're not going to be angry.

- What is it?

lto had money put by and so did I,

for a rainy day, you might say.

We both figure it couldn't get much

wetter than it is right now.

We pay grocery and butcher bill.

Now Mr. Schultz no give nasty look.

You're both so dear to me.

I'll pay you back one day.

You know I will...

...if ever I can.

You're a loving woman.

You're odd, but you're loving.

We wish that

you could find a man...

...as wonderful and as fine

a gentleman as you are a fine lady.

What happened to Mr. Lindsay Woolsey?

He was a nice man.

Yes, he was a nice man,

but I sent him away.

I said no when I had money.

I couldn't say yes when I went broke.

Look!

Besides, I have my own

fine gentleman, Norah...

...who gives me diamonds

or almost diamonds.

What we need is some music.

Some Christmas carols!

Patrick, go to her.

Don't cry, Auntie Mame.

Please don't cry.

Hell, we don't even have any Kleenex.

If that's Santa Claus,

tell him we've already had it.

Howdy. Excuse me,

but I wondered if...

I declare, it's a miracle.

That's what it is.

It's a Christmas miracle.

You've got no idea how happy I am.

I've been looking all over for you.

Do you realize there are 97 Dennises

in the Manhattan directory?

I was just about ready

to sail for Brooklyn.

Tell me why you came here.

I went back to apologize to you,

but you was gone.

I told them Macy folks

that they was wrong.

Why, a woman of your culture

and charm and refinement...

...should have

an executive position...

...with a lot of hard hands to wrestle

with them pesky writing details.

Would you excuse me?

I want to pay off that taxi man,

so he can get home.

You left the taxi meter running

in the middle of the Depression?

Well, ma'am, I'm in oil.

It just keeps on gushing

and not much I can do about it.

I'm all alone here and if you wouldn't

consider me too presumptuous...

...l'd be honored

to squire you to dinner.

No, thank you. We're celebrating.

I can't leave my little family.

I can understand that.

I'm knee-deep in family.

You ought to come to Georgia

and meet them all.

- I think you'd just love Peckerwood.

- Who's Peckerwood?

No, ma'am. That's the name

of my little old plantation.

Maybe, just for tonight, I could

be part of your little old family?

- And we'd have dinner together.

- I'm not dressed.

You look fine.

You don't need to worry.

A little powder and you'll look...

Just fine.

Look here, I'll tell

that nice taxi man to wait.

Marry him the minute he asks you!

What's his name?

- You don't know his name.

- I do.

We are about to break bread with

Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside.

Get your coat.

Ito, change your jacket. Now, hurry!

And you'd better bring your scarf,

it's cold outside.

Norah, don't forget

to take your apron off.

Ito, hurry!

I was going to give you this

at dinner.

Norah, you're an angel.

There must be one for you too.

Me never believe in Santa.

Me beginning to change mind.

I never did think Santa

would have a Southern accent!

Merry Christmas from

Manny, Moe and Jack.

Merry Christmas to y'all, Manny, Moe

and Jack. And a Happy New Year!

Good morning.

Where's my snuffbox?

What son of a dog stole my snuffbox?

It's in your lap, Mother Burnside.

Where is she?

I don't see any New York filly here.

Just the same old family

standing around...

...waiting to be mentioned in my will.

- Afternoon to y'all. Vultures!

- Good afternoon.

Now, Ms. Burnside,

that doesn't include me, does it?

No, Sally Cato, you ain't no vulture.

You're just a dead pigeon.

I can't see how you got

Beauregard out of your nest.

You should've sat on him.

Son? We got our sweet

Georgia peaches right here.

Don't know why you had to go

and bring back a Northern lemon.

Let's keep our grits going

in the right direction.

My Auntie Mame, Miss Dennis,

says she'll be here in a moment.

Well, now, what a lovable,

genteel little gentleman!

You and my brother

are gonna get along...

...like a pair of colts in a pasture,

I can just tell.

Emory!

- Your sister's nice.

- Nice?

You're plumb crazy. She's the meanest

damn filly in the entire South.

Mame, where are you?

We're all waiting on you.

- I'm coming, Beau, sugar.

- There we are, honey.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm just busting to meet your mother.

Mother, dear, I'd like

to present Miss Mame Dennis.

Well, I...

I must say, Mrs. Burnside,

you're everything I ever expected.

- And quite more.

- And these here are my...

Bless you.

These are the rest of my kin.

The Jacksons, Picketts, Burnsides.

This is Sally Cato MacDougal.

Stay out here and have a nice chat.

I'm gonna fix you a drink.

And then we're gonna run along down

and I'll have you meet my horses.

Well, I...

I can't tell you how charming

it is to meet all of...

...you all.

Tell me, Miss Dennis...

May I call you "Mame"?

- Please do.

- And you call me Sally Cato.

- Thank you.

- Tell me...

...was it horses brought you

and Beauregard together?

A horse is the most important

thing in his life.

I love riding. In New York, hardly a

day goes by, I don't have boots on.

Up every morning at dawn

for a ride through Central Park.

That settles it. In your honor,

we've got to have a hunt.

A hunt? Oh, a hunt. A hunt?!

Everybody, Beauregard's gone

and surprised us all!

She's a prominent Northern horsewoman.

Naturally, we've got to have a hunt.

Dawn, tomorrow morning.

Everybody's invited!

Won't we have a lark?

The sun up...

...leaping over hedges, jumping over

river gaps and the hounds yapping!

Every eye in this county

will be on you tomorrow.

I didn't bring any of my riding togs.

Don't worry, I got dozens

of things you can wear.

- What's your shoe size?

- 3B.

That's marvelous! Same as I wear.

You do ride astride, Mame, dear?

No, sidesaddle. Daddy,

the colonel, insisted that I learn it.

He said it was the only way for a lady

to ride, so graceful. Silly of him.

Nobody rides sidesaddle now,

but it's the only way I know.

Now, isn't that just grand?

I just happen to have a little

sidesaddle that'll do you fine.

- Refreshments?

- Beau, darling...

...we're having a hunt. Your sweet

Yankee girl is riding sidesaddle!

- I won't permit it. It's too dangerous!

- But, darling, she's insisted.

Well, anything that Mame says

she can do, she can do.

I tell you, she's an amazing woman.

Mame, sugar...

...l'm just gonna hold my breath

until dawn tomorrow.

Do that, honey.

Stop looking at the pictures.

Read it to me, I'm listening.

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