How to Marry a Millionaire Page #3

Certainly, madame.

Will you come this way?

- The best, you know.

- Certainly, sir.

The best we have, sir.

- A quart of champagne.

- What kind, sir?

- The best you've got.

- Very good, sir.

- Good evening.

- Good evening. Two, please.

This way, please.

- This way, my dear.

- 'm so sorry.

Oh, I am sorry.

Did you say

you were alone here?

Oh, there's quite a party

of us up from Texas.

- All men?

- Oh, some wives too.

You met some of them this evening.

The others went to a show.

You know how the women are

when they get to New York.

I know.

I think Ella has seen five shows

in the last three days.

- see.

- Ella's my daughter.

- Oh, really?

- Mm.

Is Mrs. Merrill here with you?

There is no Mrs. Merrill,

and I live in New York.

Does that clear the situation

a bit for you?

Oh, yes, indeedy,

it does.

Are you married?

Married? sometimes think

I'm the most married man in the U.S.A.

Do you know how many females were

at my house when I left there tonight?

No. I can't say that I do.

Seven, my wife, her sister,

who's divorced.

And I don't blame the guy

for a second.

Their mother, who must be 110

if she's a day.

An aunt from

North Attleboro, Massachusetts.

And three more whose names

I didn't even catch.

To tell the truth, I...

I never really felt the loneliness

of being a widower

until the past few years.

At first, there were children,

you know, to keep me company.

But they're grown up now.

My son's married. Ella's engaged.

I must confess the house is beginning

to seem pretty big and empty.

I can imagine.

I suppose that's why I've done

so much travelling lately.

London, south of France,

Scotland and so on.

That's really no good, you know.

Oh, no, I know.

No good at all.

Couple of years ago,

I chartered a boat.

Not large, but quite comfortable.

Took about six months,

just loafing around the world.

But it was no use.

I suppose there's really only

one cure for loneliness.

- Yes?

- Human companionship.

Oh, but you're so right.

You just don't know how right you are.

I'm not accustomed really to going out

publicly with a married man.

And if I'd had a chance

to ask you at the party,

I don't know that I would have

accompanied you here.

Well, this is all quite innocent, isn't it?

If it is, it's the first time I ever

ran into it under similar circumstances.

Of course, my first impulse was

to go directly to Arabia myself

and take a good look-see

at the situation.

I was certain those chaps from Socony

Standard of New Jersey...

would have somebody on the spot.

After all, there's quite

a tidy little sum involved,

two or three hundred million.

- wasn't going to take any chances.

- Well, naturally.

Trouble is it looks like I've got a thing

for guys who work in gas stations.

I never met one yet

that didn't send me.

This one handled a pump

for Standard Oil.

You don't own that, do you?

Oh, no, no. Standard Oil

is one of the interests

of a man named,

I believe, Rockefeller.

Is he a friend of yours?

No, no, I'm afraid not.

Oh, well. But as I was saying...

When you live in

a lunatic asylum like that,

you've got to get out of town

every now and then.

- You know what I mean?

- Perfectly.

I've got that all fixed now.

I've got me a lodge up in Maine.

I love lodges.

- You do?

- Simply adore them.

You mean, uh,

you'd like to see mine?

Oh, well, I was speaking

more figuratively than relatively.

Because if you would,

I'm going up there Friday afternoon.

Simply adore'em!

If you wanna know

what kind of a guy I've got...

All I can say is

I'm a very happy woman.

Not only is Mr. Hanley a perfect doll,

but he's absolutely unaffiliated.

- You don't think he's a little old?

- Grow up, will you?

Men with that much dough

are never a little old.

Mine's loaded too,

but he's a real yawn.

- He doesn't look single to me either.

- He's not.

- What are you wasting time on him for?

- What else have I got?

Unless you'd like me to lose him

and join you and your friend.

You do, and I'll break your neck

in front of this restaurant.

- Besides, he's invited me to a party.

- Oh, yeah? When?

We're leaving

Friday afternoon.

- Leaving for where?

- His lodge in Maine.

- You out of your mind?

- don't think so. I like lodges.

You can't go.

It's a violation of the whole idea.

Why is it? could meet somebody

else up there, couldn't I?

Who are you going to

meet in Maine, Eskimos?

Did you see this fellow I'm with?

- saw him.

- What's he look like?

- Very nice for a one-eyed man.

- s that all he's got?

What do you think

he's got that patch on for?

I didn't know it was a patch. I thought

somebody might have belted him.

Why can't you keep those cheaters on

long enough to see who you're with?

I'm not going to

take a chance like that.

You know what they say

about girls who wear glasses.

Maybe somebody shot him

in the eye.

He sounds just wonderful. I was

curious to know what he looked like.

- Who is he?

- don't know that either.

But he hasn't mentioned anything

under a million dollars yet.

My guy's real class. Never mentions

his wealth, just refers to it.

All Mr. Brewster talks about

is what a horrible family he's got.

But I'll say this for him,

we haven't ordered anything yet

under five dollars a portion.

If there's anything leftover,

tell the waiter you want it for the dog.

We'd better be getting back

before they cool off.

Where's Maine, anyway?

I'll take that and that

and that and that.

And that and that.

And that and that

and that and that.

- And charge it.

- Certainly, Mrs. Hanley.

Next stop Arabia, sir.

- s he kidding?

- Not at all.

It's an old custom of the East

to make the stranger feel welcome.

You can tell him from me

I think he's simply a doll,

and I couldn't be crazier

about these old Eastern customs.

Hello, Fashion House?

ls Mr. Antoine in for Mr. Brookman?

Thank you.

Mr. Antoine?

On the phone.

- Tony? Hiya, boy.

- Yes?

- How are you?

- Fine, fine.

How are you fixed for stuff for Florida,

beach stuff and all that?

- You mean ultra?

- got an aunt I want to get stuff for.

- How old is she?

- About 25. A very young type aunt.

- 'm sure I could accommodate you.

- Could I see it on them?

- Today?

- That's right. That's the idea.

Tony, you know a model

named Schatze?

- Who?

- Schatze.

- Oh, Mrs. Page.

- That's the one.

- Oh, nice joint you got here, Tony.

- Thank you, sir.

- Please sit here.

- f you'll excuse me.

Your aunt,

is she blond or brunette?

It depends entirely

on the weather.

The way I'm going to handle it,

I'm not going to stall with Mr. Hanley.

What are you going to do,

mother him?

No, that's all right for kids,

but I don't think a mother

is exactly what Mr. Hanley

has in mind.

Our first we call

"Rainbow Over the Everglades."

It's a pastel plaid, silk organza

day dress with a voluminous skirt

for cocktail parties

and afternoon gatherings.

You know, of course,

that diamonds are a girl's best friend.

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