Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #5

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But, Fiora, dear. It is blue.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Miss Ellis, well!

And Miss-- Oh, well of all the...

-Well, how do you do?

-Why, Mr. Chipping.

And, miss, how are you?

I'd just about given you up.

-I hoped I'd run into you.

-And now we have.

-Extraordinary.

-We always meet in a mist.

We do, don't we?

Oh, yes, of course. I'm so sorry.

We'd better move on.

Staefel, I say. Staefel!

I found Miss Ellis.

And on the boat all the time.

Well, what a surprise.

Oh, yes, of course. Come.

Just think, it was in this ballroom...

...that Prince Metternich drew up

the treaty of the five kingdoms...

...nearly 100 years ago.

Doesn't that interest you?

I must confess, the historical significance

of the ballroom doesn't impress me at all.

Whenever in days to come I think

of this place, and I shall think of it...

...I shall say that's the place

where I dined with...

...well, with you.

Thank you, Mr. Chipping.

Tell me, are those two...?

-Do you think they're...?

-In love?

No.

Well, I wouldn't know.

Have you never been in love,

Mr. Chipping?

No. Oh, yes. Yes, I was once.

Oh, I thought so.

Rather a long time ago.

I was 14 at the time.

She was the greengrocer's daughter.

And Papa and Mama intervened,

I suppose.

Yes. So did the greengrocer.

Pity this all has to end tomorrow.

For us, but not for you.

You have three weeks more.

Oh, yes, yes. That's true, but...

It's been wonderful.

For me too.

What will stand out in your memory?

Oh, I don't know.

Schonbrunn and the emperor

driving by, the whipped cream...

...the music.

What will you remember?

I really can't say.

Shall I tell you?

-Can you?

-The waltz you danced in Vienna.

-Waltz I danced-- What? When?

-Tonight. Now.

Oh, but I couldn't possibly.

I don't dance.

Good heavens,

I haven't danced since college.

Are you turning me down?

In front of these people?

No, really. It's out of the question.

Well, of course,

if you'd really rather not.

It would have been fun

just once before going home.

Miss Kathy...

...may I have the pleasure of this dance?

I shall be happy, Mr. Chipping.

Did I drink too much wine?

-Liking it?

-Loving it.

-As much as you'd hoped?

-And more. You're doing splendidly.

Now reverse.

-Reverse?

-Round the other way.

Evening dress is very becoming to you,

Mr. Chipping.

-You approve?

-Heartily.

Wonderful, isn't it?

Reverse.

Miss Kathy, a penny for those

solemn thoughts.

I was thinking of tomorrows

and railway stations...

...and goodbyes.

-I hope you'll have a comfortable journey.

-I hope so too.

What time do you get to London?

-Oh, I asked you that before, didn't I?

-Yes.

-Isn't saying goodbye awful?

-Yes. It's awful.

Know what I mean? It's so--

Oh, it is. Very, very. Oh.

-Rather a crowded train, isn't it?

-You said that before too.

Did I?

It's saying goodbye, you know.

I know. It's awful.

-Miss Kathy?

-Yes?

I wanted to say something to you.

-Dear, it's time.

Come along.

-Goodbye, Mr. Chipping.

-Goodbye.

Can't you remember?

I wanted to say that you made this

the most wonderful holiday of my life.

Kathy!

Miss Kathy?

You must go.

-Goodbye, Miss Kathy.

-Goodbye, Mr. Chips.

Miss Kathy!

Kathy! Kathy!

-You kissed me!

-I know. It was dreadful of me.

No. But do you--? Are we--?

Oh, this is awful.

Look here, you'll have to marry me now,

you know.

-Do you want to?

-Do I want to? Do you?

-Dreadfully!

-Oh.

-Goodbye, my dear.

-Kathy! You can't go now, my dearest!

Goodbye, my dearest.

Bye!

She's gone.

I don't know where she's gone.

-I may never see her again.

-I shouldn't worry, Chipping.

Miss Fiora has selected the church

already, and I'm to be best man.

My good fellow, do you imagine

that we were both blind and deaf?

We are going to open a bottle

of champagne...

...at the first cafe that we come to.

"Married at St. James' Church,

Bioomsbury...

...Katherine Mary, only daughter

of the late Henry Forbes Ellis...

...to Charles Edward Chipping

of Brookfield School. "

-Brookfield School?

-It's not possible.

-Chipping? It can't be!

-See for yourself.

Fantastic!

Hey, Staefel, you sly old dog,

did you know about this?

-Of course I know.

-I suppose she's elderly.

-I would hardly call her that.

-Piain as a post, I suppose.

My dear fellows, please,

she's Chipping's choice.

-Is it as bad as that?

-No. Do I give a wrong impression?

She's a good creature.

Her nose is perhaps a little red.

-Good Gad! Does she drink?

-No. It is only indigestion.

-Well, I'm off.

-No, please.

I told Chipping to bring her

to meet you this afternoon.

You must be kind to her,

for Chipping's sake.

-He's bringing her here?

-He might have kept her to himself!

Women aren't allowed in this room.

Shh. I hear them.

I must say,

this is a nice start to a term.

-Hello.

-Congratulations!

-Congratulations!

-Thank you.

My wife would like to meet you.

May I bring her in for a moment? Kathy.

These are my colleagues.

Mr. Mcculloch, Mr. Ogilvie,

Mr. Baucovy, Mr. Raven...

...Mr. Porter-Watson,

Mr. Hildersley, Mr. Murdoch.

It's so nice to meet you all,

and a little terrifying.

-Won't you sit down?

-Yes, yes. Do, do.

I oughtn't to break in to a private room.

-No, no. Not really.

-It isn't private.

-Certainly not.

-Chips told me it was terribly private.

Chips?

My dear, I told you not to.

It's just a nickname she's given me.

Chips!

Why didn't we think of that?

You will stay and have some tea

with us, Mrs. Chips?

-Well, thank you. I don't believe--

-Really, you must. I insist.

-Well, then I'd better pour it out.

-I'll get some more cups.

-May I?

-Thank you.

Thank you.

-Mcculloch doesn't drink tea.

-Nonsense! Of course I do. Frequently.

-See her?

-Is she old?

Shut up!

-Can't see if you keep shoving me.

-Who's shoving?

-What's all this, you kids?

-Mrs. Chipping's in there.

What's she like?

She's not much older than some of us,

and she calls him " Chips. "

Made him buy a new suit

and trim his mustache.

Poor old Chipping, it'll kill him.

Quick, they're coming!

Goodbye.

Thank you so much.

-Hello, sir.

-Good evening.

-Are these some of your boys, dear?

-Yes.

Hello, Matthews, Winthrop--

-Colley, sir.

-Colley. There's always a Colley here.

Brown and the rest of you,

this is Mrs. Chipping.

How do you do, Mrs. Chipping?

I hope we'll meet again soon.

In fact, I know we are.

Mr. Chipping wants to give

a tea party every Sunday.

What?

It would be nice if you boys

start the ball rolling next Sunday.

-Thank you very much.

-Thank you.

-You said 4:
00, didn't you, dear?

-Oh, yes, of course.

4:
00 then. We shall look forward to it.

Good night.

-Good night, Mrs. Chipping.

-Goodbye, Mrs. Chipping.

-Not bad, eh?

-She's pretty.

Pretty? She's wonderful.

Now, Bullock, you can't

find room for just one more muffin?

No, thank you.

Really, Mrs. Chipping.

Last muffin means a handsome wife

and 10,000 a year.

I should risk it for the sake

of the future Mrs. Bullock.

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