Gigi Page #2
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- Year:
- 1958
- 115 min
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Indecision is a bore
But think of the thrill
Of a bullfight in Seville
When the bull is uncontrolled
And he charges at the bold matador!
It's a bore!
Think of lunch beneath the trees
Stop the carriage, if you please
You mean you don 't want to come?
The thought of lunch leaves me numb
But I implore
Oh, no, Uncle.
It's a bore!
Goodbye, Honor.
Come in.
-Mamita.
-Gaston!
What a wonderful surprise.
How do you feel today, dear Mamita?
Fine, Gaston.
And the better for seeing you.
You've gotten a trifle thinner,
and it's most becoming.
-You think so?
-Oh, yes.
Come and sit down.
ln your chair.
Thank you.
What beautiful material.
Very chic!
Just the sort of thing
Honor used to wear.
A bit more conservative, perhaps.
Would you like a sweet?
No, thank you. But l would love a cup
of your chamomile tea.
But of course.
More than just one, l hope.
Do you have a telephone yet, Mamita?
No, not yet.
Not until Gigi is old enough
to have secrets and admirers.
But there's one upstairs
if it's important.
lt's not important.
Gigi's not at home?
No. This is Tuesday.
The day she has luncheon
with her aunt Alicia.
How is your sister?
l haven't seen her for quite a while.
l don't wonder.
She never sets foot out of
her apartment or her past.
And quite a past it was. . .
. . .so she says.
According to the stories
Honor tells me. . .
. . .what she says is quite true.
Aren't you afraid of
her influence on Gigi?
Not at all.
She finds Gigi a trifle backward. . .
. . .which is true. . .
. . .and she educates her.
Educates her?
Last week, she taught her
to eat cold lobster. . .
. . .to perfection.
What in heaven's name for?
She says it's extremely useful.
Marvelous.
lt's so good to be here.
lt's always a pleasure
to watch the rich. . .
. . .enjoying the comforts of the poor.
Especially you, dear Gaston.
How does your sister look?
Still as young as ever?
Yes, Alicia is always the same.
Living in the past
must agree with her.
When l think. . .
. . .it was in. . .
. . . 1 859. . .
. . .she went off with her first sultan.
Then came her Duke of Milan. . .
. . .her King of Spain,
her khedive, her maharajah.
She's remarkable looking. . . .
Good day, Charles.
Mademoiselle.
What are we having for lunch?
Ortolans.
Oh, dear!
Are they difficult?
Slowly, Gigi. Slowly.
The racing season is over.
Good day, Aunt Alicia.
Now let's go into luncheon.
Yes, Aunt Alicia.
Today you will learn to eat ortolans.
What are ortolans, Aunt?
Exquisite little birds.
Most people attack them like cannibals.
You must learn to eat them properly.
Bad table manners. . .
. . .have broken up more households
than infidelity.
Did you work hard in school today?
What did you study?
History.
Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo.
How depressing.
-What else?
-English.
English?
l suppose we must.
Who are your friends?
Ortolans should be cut in two
with a quick stroke of the knife.
There must be no grating
of the blade on the plate.
Now bite up each piece.
The bones don't matter.
Go on eating while you
answer my questions.
But don't talk with your mouth full.
Well, you can do it.
lf l can do it, you can.
What friends have you made?
None.
l'm always on my own.
Why does Grandmama stop me
from accepting invitations?
She's right for once.
You'd only be invited
by ordinary people.
What about us?
Aren't we ordinary people?
Why are we different?
They have weak heads
and careless bodies.
Besides, they are married.
But l don't think you would understand.
Oh, yes, Aunt, l understand.
We don't marry,
is that it?
Marriage is not forbidden to us.
But instead of
getting married at once. . .
. . .it sometimes happens
we get married. . .
. . .at last.
Enough. We must finish lunch
and get on with your lessons.
Now, go on.
Go on, go on!
Without knowledge of jewelry,
my dear Gigi. . .
. . .a woman is lost.
Do you remember Madame Dunard,
who was here the other day?
Did you notice that rope
of black pearls around her throat?
Yes! lt was beautiful.
Dipped.
Dipped. Given to her
by the man she loves. . .
. . .whose love is obviously
beginning to cool. . .
. . .and she doesn't know it.
lt's just a matter of time now.
Now, let us see what you remember.
What is this?
A marquise diamond.
A marquise-shaped diamond.
This?
This is. . .
. . .a topaz?
A topaz?
Among my jewels?
Are you mad?
lt's a yellow diamond
of the first quality.
You'll have to go a long way
to see one like it.
-This?
-An emerald.
How beautiful.
Do you see that blue flame. . .
. . .darting about in the depths
of the green light?
Only the most beautiful emeralds. . .
. . .contain that miracle
of elusive blue.
-Who gave it to you, Aunt?
-A king.
-A great king?
-No, a little one.
Great kings do not
give very large stones.
Why not?
ln my opinion, it's because
they don't feel they have to.
Who does give the valuable jewels?
Who?
Oh, the shy, the proud.
And the social climbers.
They think it's a sign of culture.
But it doesn't matter
who gives them. . .
. . .as long as you never
wear anything second-rate.
Wait for the first-class jewels, Gigi.
Hold on to your ideals.
Come over here to the light, Gigi.
Open your mouth.
With teeth like that. . .
. . .l could have devoured
all Paris and most of Europe.
But l can't complain.
l had a good bite of it.
Tell your grandmama
to get you some astringent lotion.
You don't use face powder, do you?
-Grandmama won't let me.
-l should hope not.
You have an impossible nose,
a nondescript mouth.
Your cheekbones are too high.
But we can do something
with the rest of you.
Your teeth, your eyes. . .
. . .your eyelashes, your hair.
We can. . .
. . .and we will.
You must learn to choose cigars.
Aunt, but l don't smoke cigars.
Of course you don't smoke cigars.
But a man does.
Everything l teach you. . .
. . .has a good reason.
Love, my dear Gigi. . .
. . .is a thing of beauty,
like a work of art.
And like a work of art,
it is created by artists.
The greater the artist,
the greater the art.
And what makes an artist?
Cigars and jewelry?
You are from another planet.
Get on with your work.
A necklace is love
A ring is love
A rock from some obnoxious little king
Is love
A sapphire with a star is love
An ugly black cigar is love
Everything you are is love
You would think it would embarrass
All the people here in Paris
To be thinking every minute of love
I don 't understand the Parisians
Making love every time
They get a chance
I don 't understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance
Anytime
And under every tree in town
They're in session two by two
What a crime
With all there is to see in town
They can 't find something else to do
I don 't understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand
But they seem to love it
And speak highly of it
I don 't understand
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