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I'm not accustomed to anything.

You know that.

Please, let's not talk about it anymore.

Not tonight.

But I have the apartment for tonight.

My friend may not go to

Tours for another year.

Don't look like that.

Maybe some other time.

I warn you,

next time it will have to be you

who will make the advances.

I will make the advances.

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Guy. Finally!

I'm freezing to death out here.

Come on, let's go someplace warm.

Guy, I've got some good news for you.

The Baron bought two of my paintings.

Did he? Congratulations.

That's a pretty icy congratulation.

Is it? Mademoiselle, je vous flicite.

Do you prefer that?

No, I don't.

Look, Guy, I have to tell you something.

I can't go to the theater with you tonight.

What do you mean?

You've been saying you wanted

to see this play for a month.

I have the tickets. They cost 3200 Francs.

I know. I'm sorry, I just can't go.

Why not?

Well, the Baron left word with Mr.

Patrini in there.

He wants to talk to me about my paintings.

What's that got to do with our

going to the theater tonight?

He wants to talk to me at dinner.

Where? At his house.

It's out near Versailles.

And he wants to talk about your paintings?

Do you really believe that?

Yes, I do.

If you believe that,

you'll believe anything.

Even in Chicago, I wouldn't believe it.

You're being very nasty.

I'm looking the facts in the face.

The facts? I'll tell you

what the facts are.

You're jealous. (SCOFFS)

Don't "huh" me! Huh!

You don't want me to be a success.

You want to hide me in a corner,

so you don't have to worry

about any competition.

Competition! If the Baron wants you,

he can have you. With my blessing.

Oh, boy, if that isn't a Frenchman for you.

Everything's reduced immediately to sex.

Let me tell you something.

I didn't come to Paris for that.

There's plenty of that in Chicago.

I came here to be a painter.

If I make it, I'm going to have paintings

in every damn museum in the world.

And if going to one dinner one

night in Versailles helps,

than I'll go to that dinner in Versailles.

And if that means losing 3200

Francs in theater tickets,

send me the bill and you'll

get a check in the morning.

Here's what I think of your 3200 Francs.

Now, let me tell you what I think of you.

Typical American woman!

Success, success, that's all you care for.

Trample everything else underfoot, love,

promises, friendship, everything.

Well, this is France, not America.

Women don't run this country.

Women know how to be women

here, not imitation men.

I could slap you!

Let me warn you. In France, men slap back.

That's enough for me. No, it isn't!

I have some other things to say.

Let go off me!

The first time I went out with

you, I told you to leave Paris.

It was too tough for you.

I now take that back. You

are too tough for Paris.

Will you let me go? I'll

predict your future.

You'll turn out like all the others.

I see them every day,

flitting from man to man.

Going to all the parties, bait

for every skirt chaser in Paris.

Three divorces by the time you're 30.

And in between, nice cozy

weekends with married men

in every charming little hotel

between here and Monte Carlo.

Ah!

If you go out to Versailles

tonight, you'll never see me again.

Good.

I can't think of anything

that would please me more.

Bonsoir.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(REPLIES IN FRENCH)

Charming!

I am delighted you could come.

I hope the invitation

wasn't too short a notice.

Well, if I'd known it was

going to be a party,

I certainly would have changed my clothes.

Nonsense. You're absolutely

perfect as you are.

And now, let me introduce

you to my other guests.

(PEOPLE CHATTING)

CHRISTINA.. Snobs! Snobs!

Not one of you has even

looked at me in 20 minutes.

Just because you're speaking French,

you think you're brilliant.

I know what you're saying.

It isn't so damned brilliant.

You

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

You just said, "This season has been"

"disastrous for shooting, my dear."

"The rainy summer, you know?"

What's so gloriously witty about that?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

You just said,

"And I told the general it was time to take

"a strong stand on Algeria." Hmm!

That's not going to win the Nobel Prize

for political wisdom this

year, I'll tell you that.

And you, my host,

I know what you're after.

And you're not going to get it.

(GUESTS STOP CHATTING)

I'm terribly sorry.

I have a very important

telephone call to make.

Henry will show you where the telephone is.

Please.

(CHATTING RESUMES)

Hello, Guy.

I'm a b*tch. Forgive me.

GUY:
Never mind that. Where are you?

Out near Versailles. Le Manoirde Jouy

I wanted to see you and tell you...

Don't move. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I love you.

Did you say something?

No.

Where to?

Do you still have the key

to your friend's apartment?

The one who went to Tours.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Are you drunk?

Not anymore.

Have you got the key?

No. He came back from Tours last night.

What are we going to do?

We could go to a hotel, couldn't we?

What hotel?

I don't know. Any hotel that'll let us in.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Of course.

Didn't I tell you I'd make the advances?

I'm now making the advances.

American, you are magnificent.

I don't like the look of it.

Would you mind going a little farther?

Whatever you say. It's your town.

I have heard about this place

from a friend of mine.

It's very, uh, welcoming, he said.

It looks very nice.

If you will stay here

and guard the machine,

I will go in and make the arrangements.

It's freezing in here.

Forgive me.

I forgot to take any money with me

and all I had in my pocket was 700 Francs.

I had to choose a modest hotel.

That's all right. I don't mind.

After all, it's only a place.

There is no sense in being

sentimental about places, is there?

No. That's one thing I'm never

sentimental about, places.

Holidays, well, that's different.

Christmas, the Fourth of July,

wedding anniversaries.

Do you have any money on you?

Some. 3,000 Francs.

May I borrow it?

Sure.

What for?

I'll be right back.

(DRUM ROLLING)

I thought...

Well, it cost 2,000 Francs.

You get a thousand back.

Thanks.

I thought for an occasion like this...

That was very thoughtful of you.

I will repay the 2,000 Francs no later than

Friday.

This damn cork!

My hands are so cold, I

don't seem to be able to...

Let me try.

If I couldn't do it, how do

you expect that you could?

Never hurts to try.

(POPS) Oh!

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

Your clothes. It's nothing.

It's nothing.

To a gay and lyrical evening.

"Gay and lyrical." What does that mean?

Well, singing.

Lyrique, I suppose.

Ah, lyrique.

I see.

Not bad, huh?

At least it's warm.

Well...

I mean, we don't have to drink

the whole bottle right now.

No, of course not.

I suppose you ought to undress.

You first.

My dear, Christina, everybody knows

that in a situation like this,

the girl always undresses first.

Not this girl.

Whatever you're going to do,

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