Gigi Page #8

Children are coming

into the world. . .

. . .with ice-covered souls

and hatchets in their hands!

And before they have finished, they'll

smash everything beautiful and decent.

Have a piece of cheese.

No, thank you.

l envy you, Uncle.

l envy you, your age.

For you, it was different.

You've been clean and good,

and it's been appreciated.

But not anymore.

lt's over. All over.

l'm sorry to hear it.

A little salad?

No, thank you.

lmagine this if you can:

Here is a girl, living in

a moldy apartment, decaying walls. . .

. . .worm-ridden furniture,

surrounded by filth.

You're ruining my lunch.

Nothing to look forward to

but abject poverty.

My heart was touched.

l wanted to help her.

l offered her everything:

House, car, servants, clothes. . .

. . .and me.

And?

She turned me down.

-Turned you down?

-Turned me down.

lt's impossible.

lt's not impossible.

lt just happened.

Obviously, that disgusting apartment

she lives in has driven her mad.

Her grandmother was delighted.

-Grandmother?

-Yes, Mamita.

But Gigi--

No, no, no. Not Gigi.

She refused me.

She turned me down.

l was refused, rejected, rebuffed. . .

. . .and repudiated.

They're a very peculiar family

with peculiar ideas.

l negotiated with them myself once.

With me, one casual bit

of grazing in another pasture. . .

. . .and the gate was slammed behind me.

What did you do?

-l left immediately.

-Bravo!

The absolutely right thing to do.

Of course.

And when she sends for you,

which you realize she will--

Of course.

l know she will.

This is plainly a maneuver

for better terms.

Don't you go back!

l wouldn't go back

for anything in the world.

After all, you behaved

like a perfect gentleman.

No question about it.

You made your offer in good faith. . .

. . .before any emotional advance.

An act of the purest chivalry.

l don't know any other way.

And if she doesn't appreciate

the nobility of your conduct. . .

. . .if she uses the beauty

of your nature. . .

. . .as a weapon for bargaining. . .

. . .then she's obviously not worth

the chivalry or the nobility.

lt's no one's fault.

You're too good for her.

Do you know how long

it will take you to forget her?

By tomorrow noon at the latest.

Why not consult your little book

and meet me at Maxim's tonight?

Splendid idea.

l would suggest a redhead.

Try Michle. l saw her last night.

She looked heavenly.

l'll call her at once.

You should. She doesn't

have many good years left.

-See you at 9?

-Nine sharp.

Goodbye, Honor.

Poor boy

Poor boy

Downhearted and depressed

And in a spin

Poor boy

Poor boy

Oh, youth can really

Do a fellow in

How lovely to sit here

In the shade

With none of the woes

Of man and maid

I'm glad I'm not young anymore

The rivals that don 't exist at all

The feeling you're only 2 feet tall

I'm glad that I'm not young anymore

No more confusion

No morning-after surprise

No self-delusion

That when you're telling those lies

She isn 't wise

And even if love

Comes through the door

The kind that goes on forevermore

Forevermore is shorter than before

Oh, I'm so glad

That I'm not young anymore

The tiny remark that tortures you

The fear that your friends

Won 't like her too

I'm glad I'm not young anymore

The longing to end a stale affair

Until you find out she doesn 't care

I'm glad that I'm not young anymore

No more frustration

No star-crossed lover am I

No aggravation

Just one reluctant reply

Lady, goodbye

The fountain of youth

Is dull as paint

Methuselah is my patron saint

I've never been so comfortable before

Oh, I'm so glad

That I'm not young anymore

Yes, madame?

Charles, l'm going out.

Order me a carriage immediately.

Yes, madame.

Right away, madame.

Would you repeat that again, please?

She doesn't want to.

She doesn't want to?

She doesn't want to.

Such stupidity is without equal. . .

. . .in the entire history

of human relations.

lt must be your fault.

lt must be.

You must've emphasized the difficulties

instead of the delights.

What did you say

to the little monster?

Gigi is perhaps a little slow

about certain things. . .

. . .but just because she's not

attracted to Gaston. . .

. . .doesn't make her a monster.

lt doesn't make her a princess.

What did you say to her?

Did you tell her about love,

travel, moonlight, ltaly?

About hummingbirds

in all the flowers. . .

. . .and making love in a

gardenia-scented garden?

l couldn't tell her that.

l've never been further

than the Riviera.

Couldn't you have invented it?

No, Alicia, l could not.

lt's incredible.

lncredible!

Where is she?

Perhaps l should talk to her

and tell her what she's missing.

lt's the glory of romance. . .

. . .forgetting everything in the arms

of the man who adores you. . .

. . .listening to the music of love

in an eternal spring.

-And when eternal spring is over?

-What difference does that make?

lt makes a difference to Gigi.

And l'll tell you something:

l'm not sure l don't agree with her.

You're a fool! And your

granddaughter takes after you.

When l think of the time and effort

l've lavished on that idiotic child!

l received a note from Gigi.

She said she wanted to see me.

Of course.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

You know my sister?

My dear Mr. Lachaille.

What a pleasant surprise.

And how is your enchanting father?

He has diabetes.

lf one is in the sugar business. . . .

And your attractive mother?

Well, l hope.

Gaston, l have been thinking.

l'd rather be miserable

with you than without you.

Say a prayer

For me tonight

I'll need every prayer

That you can spare

To get me by

Say a prayer

And while you're praying

Keep on saying

She's much too young to die

On to your Waterloo

Whispers my heart

Pray I'll be Wellington

Not Bonaparte

Say a prayer

For me this evening

Bow your head and please

Stay on your knees

Tonight

l thought perhaps we might

go to Siena in July. . .

. . .beginning of the season.

And when do we go to Deauville?

At the end of August.

lt isn't absolutely necessary,

if you'd rather not.

Don't say it. l'd love to go.

Especially to the casino.

You know how much l love to gamble.

Would you like more coffee?

l'll do it.

Of course, the roulette wheel won't

be as easy to beat as you are.

Nor as easy to cheat.

You always knew that l cheated,

didn't you?

Look.

What?

Madame Dunard.

How do you know Madame Dunard?

l know all about Madame Dunard.

Do you see her pearls?

Dipped.

Dipped. Not worth a sou.

The poor thing doesn't know it.

lt's just a matter of time now.

Would you like to dance?

l'd love to.

What an evening.

Don't you think so, darling?

Gaston, my boy, l waited for you.

-Good evening, Honor.

-Good evening, Monsieur Lachaille.

Do you know what

we are going to do?

We are going to--

What's that in your breast pocket?

-l'm sorry.

-What is it?

lt's a present for you.

Wouldn't you like to see it?

Oh, no. Not now.

Later. l'd rather dance with you.

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