Her Highness and the Bellboy Page #5

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I'm trying to think where.

M- maybe you'd

better not.

Where was it?

Don't you remember?

I know. You're

Jimmy's friend.

Yeah.

Then you must be Albert.

Yeah, I must be.

Hi, babe.

Look, lady, I didn't know

you was a Princess.

I thought you was a woman.

I'm both, Albert.

Then-then-then you ain't mad at me

for trying to do what I tried to do?

Don't you know? A woman

only gets really mad at a man

if he doesn't want to kiss her.

Is that a fact?

Uh-huh.

Gee, I'm glad to know that.

You know something? I don't blame

them for electing you Princess.

I don't blame

Jimmy for-

for what?

Chickie, dummy up.

Hello, Albert.

Good-bye, Albert.

Good-bye.

Uh, your highness.

What a babe.

I thought I told you never

to come around here, didn't I?

But-well,

I wanted to see you.

What about?

About not seeing you.

When you don't come home, well,

it bothers I and Leslie,

and we don't know what

to do with ourselves.

Jimmy, couldn't you

please come home tonight?

No. I'm sorry,

but I just can't.

Jimmy?

Look, blow. Am-scray, will

you? And keep your nose clean.

Well, I'm

trying to. I-

may I cut in?

Oh! Well, hello,

Mr. MacMillan.

So you did come after all.

We hoped you would.

We?

Her highness and i.

I'll tell her you're here.

No.

Oh, it's all right.

She asked me to.

Now wait a minute, Jimmy.

I'd like to see

her highness alone.

Oh. You want

an interview, huh?

Yeah.

Well, I think I can arrange it.

Thanks.

Just wait in this room

right over here.

Will we have any

privacy in there?

Oh, nothing but. I haven't seen

anybody go in here all night,

so the place is all yours.

All mine, eh?

Well, I forgot that

there was another door.

Well, good night.

Oh, don't you want to see her?

Not in a crowd.

Well, wait.

I'll get rid of them.

How?

Leave it to me.

Excuse me!

Ladies and gentlemen,

please remain calm.

Don't get excited,

and nobody'll get hurt.

Everybody has to leave

this room immediately.

But why?

Sir, the gowanda's a

hoboken in the great neck

and the catskills are rockaway.

The poosepatuck

is going into coney

and the flatbush

is full of Dodgers!

Oh!

What is it happening here?

Look, please go before

the arcade palisades

is back to hackensack

on the skaneateles!

Como?

Olean's at the Bronx!

Pardon?

The poughkeepsie

is all schenectady!

Ahh!

Everybody will have to get out.

Everybody out.

Everybody out.

Will you excuse me a minute?

And watch your Albany.

Has something happened?

Yes, your highness,

but nothing bad.

Your highness, this is

Mr. Paul MacMillan.

He'd like to interview

you for his column.

Very well. He may.

Please see that we're

not disturbed.

Yes, your highness.

How are you, Paul?

Older.

Well, so am i.

And wiser.

So am i.

But don't you

understand, fellows?

You can't go in because the

lackawanna has to make its flushing.

Yeah.

Oh, it's not serious.

It's just that, uh...

You see?

I'm sorry, sir,

but those are my orders.

Did you understand what he said?

Naturally.

And I said I was wiser.

I thought I was, and then I

came here and saw you again.

That wasn't a wise thing

for me to do, Veronica.

No?

No.

You see, I thought I'd learned

the lesson you gave me years ago,

learned it so well

I'd never forget it.

I thought I could see

you again and remember it.

I saw you and forgot it.

It was a hard lesson, and I don't want

to have to learn it all over again.

Oh, I'm sorry

for what happened, Paul.

With all my heart, I'm sorry.

I wanted for so long to

see you, but I was afraid.

I knew that you had every right

to doubt me and to hate me.

It would make everything

so simple if I did,

but I don't.

I never did, and I never will hate you.

Good-bye, Veronica.

Good-bye?

It's the wisest thing.

I'm sure it is.

You see, I remember how once

you told me that you loved me,

that you'd always love me.

But it was true.

And it's also true

that suddenly one night

I was handed my passport and

told to leave your country.

And you said you'd come to me.

I waited.

Instead came the news

you had married someone

more suitable for a Princess.

Well...

You're still a Princess.

Yes. I was born one,

and I was brought up to believe

that a Princess must do

what her country thinks best,

whether she wants to or not.

And so must a queen?

Yes.

And someday, you'll be queen.

Yes.

Good-bye, Veronica.

Mr. MacMillan?

Did you get the interview?

Oh, I did. Thanks.

Are you through?

Yes. All through.

Your highness...

What-what's

the matter?

Is there anything I can do?

Yes. Lend me

your handkerchief.

Thank you.

Is that all I can do?

There's nothing

wrong with me, really.

Are you sure?

You see...

Well, the Budapest was Hungary

and the Cairo got Madrid

and wouldn't Lisbon.

So the Balkans

couldn't Bucharest,

and that's what made

Naples Toulouse in tolland.

Oh. Oh, I see.

You do?

Oh, of corsica.

Oh, Jimmy.

I wouldn't know what

to do without you.

"The ballroom was full

of handsome men and lovely ladies,

"and the loveliest of them all

was the young Princess,

"but she was not the happiest.

"As she sat on her throne watching

the dancers, she was not happy at all,

"for she was thinking of the

young prince who went away one day

"and took her heart with him.

"Then, into the ballroom

hopped a frog.

The Princess was..."

"E-x-a-s-p-e-r-a-t-e-d."

Exasperated.

"The Princess was exasperated,

"and she had not invited

any frogs.

"Little did she know that this

frog was the long-lost prince

"who had been turned

into a frog by a witch.

"So imagine her surprise

when a frog spoke to her.

"Now, all you can expect a frog

to say is, jug-a-rum. Jug-a-rum.

"That's all they can say,

as a rule.

"So imagine her delight when the

frog said in a princely voice,

"oh, Princess, dear,

my Princess, dear,

"the one you love

the best is here.

"The Princess stared at the

frog with big, astonished eyes,

"and she said,

how is it, o frog,

"that you speak in the

voice of the prince I love?

"The frog smiled and said,

I am the prince you love.

"So kiss me, and I'll

look like myself again.

So she kissed the frog,

and lo and behold-"

there you go again,

making believe that I can walk.

You know very well I can't.

Why, sure, you can.

Oh, sure, and I can dance

and stand on my head.

Why, sure, you can.

Yes. I can just

see myself doing it.

Sure, you can.

Watch.

See?

Hey, you!

Don't stand there

wanting to go. Go.

Go on now-out.

So long.

I'll be seeing you.

Young lady in the pajamas.

Yes, your majesty?

Why have you crashed

my royal gate?

Oh, please, sir, your majesty,

I've come to petition you

to do me a royal favor.

Ok, petition me.

Bring back

my long-lost love, I pray

bring back my prince

who has gone astray

let me see him smile

for a little while

and my life won't be

cold and gray

I'm not a Princess,

as you can see

but hearts know nothing

of royalty

he was all I had

and he's all I want

please bring him back to me

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