First Love

Synopsis: In this reworking of Cinderella, orphaned Connie Harding is sent to live with her rich aunt and uncle after graduating from boarding school. She's hardly received with open arms, especially by her snobby cousin Barbara. When the entire family is invited to a major social ball, Barbara sees to it that Connie is forced to stay home. With the aid of her uncle, who acts as her fairy godfather, Connie makes it to the ball and meets her Prince Charming in Ted Drake, her cousin's boyfriend.
Genre: Comedy, Musical
Director(s): Henry Koster
Production: Universal
 
IMDB:
7.2
APPROVED
Year:
1939
84 min
111 Views


[Woman]

And so, the pages turn,

and your school days are over.

To you, they have been

a small, and we hope,

happy lifetime.

But to us, they've been more

like the miracle of a minute.

The mischievous, loving children

who came to us four years ago...

now leave us

as charming young ladies,

to face the challenge of life,

with all the happiness

and victories...

and even the disappointments

it has in store for you.

No senior class

has ever set a higher standard

for succeeding ones to follow,

and I only hope that now,

when you go home

to friends and family,

you will carry with you

all the courage and idealism...

and the sportsmanship

that have made us all...

so proud to be associated

with this graduating class.

Good-bye, girls.

Good luck.

God bless you.

[Skipped item nr. 18]

[Skipped item nr. 19]

[Girls Shrieking,

Chattering]

I can't find mine either.

You'd think they'd have

sense enough to stay put.

There they are!

Connie!

You've got to meet

Mother and Dad.

Mother, Dad,

this is Connie.

We're so glad

to meet you, after all

Marcia has written.

She gave you

quite a buildup.

Oh.

Well, look at her.

She's tops. And you

ought to hear her sing.

When she hits

a high note, it sends chills

up and down your back.

Where are your father

and mother, Connie?

We'd like to meet them.

My parents are dead,

Mr. Parker.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Mother, I have a wonderful idea.

Why can't Connie come with us

and spend the summer?

Could you, Connie?

We'd be so pleased.

It's very kind of you,

but I have an aunt

and uncle in New York.

I'm going to live with them.

It's all been arranged that way.

Her uncle is

James F. Clinton.

You know him, Dad.

I owe everything

to UncleJim... this school,

my music, everything.

- I couldn't disappoint him.

- No, of course not.

Jim Clinton, eh?

Well, you're a lucky girl.

He's a fine man.

- Yes, he is.

- Isn't it his daughter

we read so much about?

Yes, that's Barbara.

She's a year older than I am.

Oh, and she's beautiful.

Did you see her picture

in the magazine?

Miss Constance Harding?

Yes.

I'm Mr. Clinton's butler.

We've called for you in the car.

Then they're here!

Excuse me, please.

Oh, no!

They're not here.

I'm sorry, but only the

chauffeur and I are here.

They didn't come?

No, miss, they

were very busy.

Of course.

They couldn't leave

New York, could they?

No, miss.

[Quietly]

Well.

I'll be back

in a few minutes.

Very good, miss.

If you'd be so kind

as to show me where

the car is, please.

That's the car over there,

miss. The black car

with the white wheels.

I'll go and get my bag.

Very good, miss.

Connie. Connie.!

They didn't come?

No.

Oh, Connie,

change your mind.

Spend the summer

with us on the lake.

We have a houseboat.

I'd love to, Marcia, but

they've done so much for me,

you know?

Connie, when you go

to New York, there's a boy...

Sally, I have to hurry.

Where do you think

you're going?

I have to change.

You promised to sing.

Toni, I can't, really.

What do you think of that?

She refuses to sing.

[Chattering]

Let's go to the music room.

Come on!

[Chattering

Continues]

[Knocking]

Yes?

What is it?

May we use the piano,

Miss Wiggins?

What for?

Connie's gonna sing for us.

All right.

Go ahead.

Miss Wiggins says

it's all right.

Come on!

The leader of the glee club

always sings the last song.

They're waiting outside...

I don't feel like singing.

Oh, temperamental, eh?

No, I'm not.

What'll it be,

girls?

[Chattering]

Anything you like.

"Home, Sweet Home" for instance.

What about the one

you sang the other day?

All right.

Mid pleasures

And palaces

Though we may roam

Be it ever

So humble

There's no place

Like home

A charm from the skies

Seems to hallow us there

Which seek

through the world

Is ne'er met with

elsewhere

Home, home

Sweet, sweet home

There's no place

like home

Connie.

What is it, Connie?

That's funny.

Connie never cries.

I'm sorry.

Don't you feel well?

Get out.

Go on. Out.

What's all this?

Look up here.

What's the matter

with you?

Nothing.

It's just that

everybody's going home, and...

And?

And I'm leaving mine.

I thought so.

Crying your eyes out...

just because

you don't have a home

of your own to go to.

Or a mother and father

to tell you how pretty

and clever you are.

Ohh. Poor little thing.

You've just got a voice

that comes to one in a million.

Straight from God to you...

to you alone.

And you sit there

feeling sorry for yourself.

Yes, you are!

Sorry for yourself!

If I were that kind of girl, you

know what I'd do? I'd stick my

tongue out at myself, like that.

Get away. What's all this?

You've been so wonderful

to me, Miss Wiggins.

You go on up there

to New York...

and make those people love you

as much as we do.

And then, maybe someday,

you'll meet a prince,

and you'll live

happily ever after, hmm?

Those fairy stories

haven't come true for over

a hundred years, Miss Wiggins.

Fiddlesticks!

You just have

to dust 'em off,

streamline 'em a bit.

They'd still be

fairy stories, wouldn't they?

That's all life is.

A fairy story. The trouble

with you young people is you

don't believe in anything.

You're afraid...

afraid of hope,

afraid of happiness.

What's New York?

It's just another town.

It's no bigger than you are.

Go there and laugh in it,

love in it, live in it!

Make it yours!

Hold it,

Miss Clinton.

Thank you.

Blue Boy!

Hold it,

Miss Clinton.

Thank you.

Blue Boy, come on!

Hold it, Miss Clinton.

Thank you.

Hold it,

Miss Clinton.

Thank you.

Isn't that wonderful?

Right in the middle of the air.

What's wonderful about it?

It's like

you were a bird.

It's terrible.

Throw that bathing suit out.

It looks like a flour sack.

Yes, miss.

Get my comb.

Yes, miss.

Send that editor a telegram

telling him he's a darling

for putting me on the cover.

May I fix that spangle?

You should have done it

before I put the dress on.

It wasn't loose then.

Well, hurry up.

Comb these curls out. OIlie!

Just one more!

Can you hold just

a little still, please?

Give me that comb.

You can pull on it.

It won't come off.

I didn't want to hurt you.

Get my perfume,

the Clair de Lune Bleu.

Yes, miss.

Is Mother ready?

I got her done

an hour ago.

What's she wearing?

A new one

from Hendricks.

What's it like?

You don't have to worry.

It's nothing like yours.

Which one did you say?

Clair de Lune Bleu.

[Mispronounces]

Clair de Lune Blee.

Bleu. Bleu!

Blue. Blur!

That isn't right,

but you're getting warm.

Oh, thank you, miss.

Here's your coat,

Miss Barbara.

Bring it along.

Which flowers would you like?

I don't care.

Any of them.

These would look nice on you.

They're terrible.

Give me the gardenias.

Yes, Miss Barbara.

Call me at noon tomorrow

and be sure that I get up.

Yes, Miss Barbara.

And call that Swedish girl...

foot massage in the morning.

You shouldn't dance so much.

If Mr. Warrington calls,

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Bruce Manning

Bruce Manning (July 15, 1902 – August 3, 1965) was a Cuddebackville, New York-born Hollywood filmmaker/screenwriter who entered the movie business following the publication of several novels that he co-wrote with wife, Gwen Bristow. Their first joint novel, The Invisible Host (1930), was adapted to the screen in 1934 as The Ninth Guest. He wrote the screenplay for Bristow's novel Jubilee Trail in 1954. In addition to his numerous scripts, beginning in the 1940s he served as a producer for several films, and in 1943 he directed his first and only feature, The Amazing Mrs. Holliday. His career ended in 1957, eight years before his death. more…

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