Funny Face Page #6

- I'll try.

I will introduce you to them.

Be charming

and answer their questions.

- What sort of questions?

- It's remarkably simple.

I've written editorials on it

for years.

As one lady to another...

We ought to look like

one lady to another.

They'll want to know

who does your hair,

what you eat, drink,

what sheets you sleep on.

You're the authority

on how to be lovely.

What am I going to tell them?

Just listen and repeat after me.

On how to be lovely

You gotta be happy

When you can feel light and gay

Then you'll be lovely as a holiday

On how to be charming

You gotta be merry

If only to weave a spell

And you'll be

lovely as a carousel, too

I know you can show how

It's all in the know-how

And once you know, oh how

The worId looks good to you

As it should to you

On how to be lovely

You gotta be jolly

When you can be fancy-free

And flash a smile that foIks

come flocking to see

You'll be as lovely as can be

Can't do it with make-up

You just gotta wake up

And starting to take up

The life delirious

Nothing serious

On how to be lovely

You gotta be cheery

I'll give you a guarantee

You don't need dough

You don't need a college degree

Make sorrow incidental

Let joy be monumental

And you'll be lovely

You'll be as lovely as can be

Ah, beautifuI!

BeautifuI!

These are not my clothes.

They were lent for tonight.

I'm being presented to the press.

Alors! Your picture will be

in all the newspapers?

Oh, yes.

And they'll ask me

all sorts of questions.

Oh!

I think perhaps you had better stay

here with me, huh?

Hello!

Don't you remember me?

Jo Stockton?

C'est Jo!

On vous a manquee, mais on n'a pas

le temps de s'arreter maintenant.

Flostre part au cafe

et on est deja en retard. Au revoir.

What were they saying about Flostre?

That he is speaking at the cafe

and that they are late.

Mr Avery will be by in five minutes.

Ask him to pick me up at the cafe.

Vous retrouverez tout cela

a travers tous mes ecrits

sur l'empathicalisme.

La spiritualite

inherente a l'empathicalisme

materialise les plus nobles aspects

de la nature humaine.

Consciemment ou inconsciemment,

elle est perceptible

dans tout ce qui nous touche.

Dans nos meilleures sculptures...

Et dans notre meilleure litterature.

Pardon, monsieur.

Je suis... terribly sorry.

- I...

- Quite alright, mademoiselle.

You're quite welcome.

Etudiez la statue un instant.

Je reviens tout de suite.

Now, mademoiselle.

I can't believe it.

I thought you'd be oId.

Well, I mean, a philosopher

and professor.

It all suggests age.

I mean, maturity.

I'm afraid I've disappointed you.

No. There's no reason why someone

brilliant shouldn't be young.

I find myself

at an awkward disadvantage.

You know who I am.

But except that you are

very charming, I don't know you.

I'm so excited about meeting you,

I forgot to introduce myself.

If only you knew how anxious I am

to talk to you.

I came from New York

just to see you.

You couldn't have a more loyal

disciple of empathicalism than I.

- Than whom?

- I'm sorry. I'm Jo Stockton.

I'm enchanted,... Miss Stockton.

And since you've come such a long way

to talk with me,

by all means, let us talk.

(Jo) ..there's so much

you can teach us.

(Flostre) I may go next year.

You must see Greenwich Village.

It's our Left Bank.

People there think, and do things.

UsefuI things.

- Do you live in Greenwich Village?

- Of course.

Then I will come. Perhaps we can do

usefuI things together.

I'm sure that in all America

there's no empathicalist

as charming as you.

Well, I hate to throw

a wet blanket...

Darling, guess who this is.

You'll never guess!

- Your brother?

- Professor Flostre.

- This is Dick Avery.

- Professor? I thought you'd be oId.

- So did I. Aren't you surprised?

- I'm overcome.

For you, my dear,

I promise never to grow oId.

- Come on, Jo.

- What's the matter?

We've got to get to Duval's.

Must you go?

I was just beginning to know you.

Couldn't I stay?

The professor wants to talk to me.

- You've heard it all before.

- Have you lost your mind?

- We'll talk about that later.

- What are you doing?

I've never been so humiliated

in all my life!

What's got into you?

Have you any idea...

How could you be so rude?

Embarrassing me

in front of Professor Flostre!

What am I going to tell him?

You're not gonna tell him anything.

You'll never see him again.

- Not going to see him again?

- That's what I said.

Now, just a moment...

I went through all this nonsense

to meet this man.

So I could talk to him.

I worship everything he stands for.

The way he thinks.

You might as well tell me

never to eat again.

The Herald Tribune has brought

a correspondent from Sweden.

- The more the merrier.

- They are here.

Get them quiet, Duval.

I'll be back.

When a man looks at a woman

the way Flostre looks at you...

(all speak at once)

If you weren't so serious,

this would be terribly funny.

I'll check the lights,

then I make my speech.

Everybody, ready!

Flostre may be the quiz kid,

the greatest philosopher

since Aristotle.

But he's also a man.

He's more man than philosopher!

His interest in me

is anything but intellectual?

He's as interested in your intellect

as I am.

(fanfare)

Ladies and gentlemen of the press,

my friends.

I have asked you here to meet

the woman selected to represent

the most discriminating

publication in the worId, Quality.

Let's forget it

and get this over with.

Forget it?

Attack Flostre and you attack

the things I believe in.

We're fortunate to have found out

these things now.

I'm certain you'll not be

disappointed.

She is a rare creature...

chosen from hundreds

for her appearance, her grace,

her poise...

and her ineffable charm.

We can never

reconcile our differences.

They are too elemental.

This is no time

to discuss our differences.

Please, let's get this show on.

Yes, the show!

Our personal lives don't matter!

- Would you please sit down?

- Leave me alone!

May I present the Quality Woman!

(fanfare)

(Miss Prescott)

What does that one say?

They all say the same thing.

Everyone in Paris is laughing.

- I'm not.

- This is all your fauIt.

I know. I said things

I shouldn't have. She got upset.

- Just a lovers' quarrel.

- A what?

- You and that girl...

- Why not?

Impossible!

You're in the fashion worId.

We're coId, artificial

and without sentiment.

- How can you be in love?

- I'm a black sheep.

What about my collection?

Without her I cannot show it.

- The gowns were sewn on her!

- I'm facing ruin!

She'll show up.

The girl has integrity.

She's filled with virtues.

Only she's not wasting them on us.

I went to the cafe. She isn't there.

So where is she?

She's at her hotel,

but she won't take messages.

So I bribed the desk clerk into

letting me copy her phone messages.

''At 10:
15, Dick Avery called.''

''At 1 1 :
30, Dick Avery called.''

''At 12:
16, Professor Flostre called.''

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