Kiss Me Kate Page #6

Those boring parties...

...and the ridiculous people

who stare and whisper:

- "There goes Lilli Vanessi."

- I never want to see the theater again...

...or you again!

You're right, Lilli, you're absolutely right.

Get out while you still have

a chance for happiness.

Real happiness with this fine boy here.

- Thanks, friend.

- You're welcome, partner.

I must say, I envy you, Lilli.

Me?

The life that you lead with Tex...

So different from the one

you had with me.

I'll see to that.

- No quarrels. No bickering.

- I want peace.

And you shall have it.

Peace, quiet, solitude.

Oh, we've got plenty of that.

Why, you can ride for nigh on to

two weeks and see nary a soul.

Why, just think.

- You can spend all day in the saddle.

- Oh, that's right.

- I'm mad about horses.

- And eventually you'll stop falling off.

Oh, she'll love the roundup.

And the cattle branding.

Why, I can see it now:

Up at 5 and in the saddle.

The dew is on the sage. A brisk

50-mile canter to the branding corrals.

- That's right.

- Steer roped and waiting.

Yeah.

- Branding irons are sizzling.

- Yeah.

You take one from the fire and

you hand it to the little woman.

Ye... I do?

She grabs the struggling critter.

She grits her teeth

and the steam hisses.

The red-hot metal

comes closer and closer.

She grinds it into their shrinking hides.

And the smell.

The smell of burning flesh fills the air!

I can't stand it.

I think he swooned.

Now, get out of here.

Take your branding irons with you.

Go on, get out, all of you.

- Ralph, where's Jean?

- Coming up!

Just put her down very gently, sir.

You'll be all right, madam.

There's been a misunderstanding.

Here's something for your trouble.

Thank you very much, sir.

Tex!

- Tex Callaway.

- Howdy, ma'am. I...

- Imagine meeting you here.

- Well, I...

Don't you remember me, sweetie?

No, I...

At the Shamrock in Houston.

I got something in my eye and you took

me all the way to El Paso to take it out.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid

you made a mistake.

I still have that side of beef you gave me.

I think of you every time

I look in the freezer.

I'm sorry, but you must have

the wrong man.

Wrong man, my foot.

I never forget a wealthy face.

- Trying to annex Texas, huh?

- Excuse me.

Oh, Bill, no!

Bill, wait a minute. Wait.

Bill, wait a minute!

I can explain! Come back!

Oh, Bill, how could you?

What a terrible thing to say when

a girl is good-hearted and normal...

...and tries to get along

with her fellow man.

All right, kids, you better get ready.

Bill! Bill, sweetie!

Say, pop.

Will you tell Miss Vanessi...

...I'll wait for her on the buckboard?

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

- Oh, no, thanks.

Yeah. Hello, Gumpy.

Yeah, I would like to converse

with Mr. Hogan.

He's in conference? With who?

Mugsy Higgins?

You mean the big boss from the South Side?

What are they talking about?

- The North Side.

- He's probably trying to muscle in.

- Mr. Hogan wouldn't stand for it.

- No.

Well, look, it's very important

I should speak to Mr. Hogan.

He's tied up?

To a chair?

Well, can you give him a message?

- He already got one.

- Poor Mr. Hogan.

So long, Mr. Graham.

I guess this is the end...

...of our very, very pleasant association.

Yeah. Like I said before, Mr. Graham...

...going away is such sweet sorrow.

- What do you mean?

- The debt is canceled.

And so is Mr. Hogan.

His unidentified remains will be found

floating in the river tomorrow.

Except for the fact he'll be slightly

weighted down with cement.

Rest his soul.

Why, Miss Vanessi.

We wish to say farewell

to you, Miss Vanessi.

You are free to go. You do not

have to finish the show.

- Oh?

- That's right. You can fly to Texas...

...and marry that jerk.

It has been a very delightful

experience, ma'am.

We will not forget you soon,

Miss Vanessi.

Should old acquaintance be forgot.

- How do you like that? A slug.

- Yeah.

Hey.

- Think we better step out of these longies.

- Oh. Yeah.

Mugsy Higgins might get

the wrong impression.

Goodbye, Fred.

Will you wish me luck?

It won't work, Lilli.

You belong in the theater. We both do.

The theater. That's all you care about.

You don't need me.

You've got an understudy.

No one could ever take your place, Lilli.

On-stage or...

...or off.

- You read those lines very well.

- If I do, it's because I mean them.

With all my heart.

Now, what script did you steal that from?

It was a good script, Lilli.

About two people who

fell in love and were married.

It should have had a longer run.

- Maybe it was bad casting.

- No, Lilli.

The leading lady was great.

It was the...

...leading man. He just wasn't

big enough for the role.

Mademoiselle Lilli,

Mr. Callaway is waiting.

He's depressed.

His doll took a powder.

- It's a dirty shame.

- Yeah.

She's got breeding.

And culture.

She was a real classy broad.

Well, cheer up.

You still got your hair.

Yeah, and you still got

your career, Mr. Graham.

Just remember what the

immortal bard once said:

"All the world's a stage, and all the

men and women merely players."

Unquote.

So remember this:

Gentlemen, thou art divine.

- Prithee.

- Finale, Mr. Graham.

- All right. Well, we'll see you, boys.

- Yeah. So long.

- Take good care of yourself.

- Say, good luck! Good luck, buddy!

Thanks, pal! Good luck to you too!

- What a swell guy.

- Yeah.

My dear Bianca

and her newfound spouse!

Feast with the best

and welcome to my house.

Signor Petruchio,

my daughter Katherine...

Where is Katherine?

Where is she?

By now, she should be flying over Newark.

Where is the maiden?

Sirrah!

Go you to mistress Katherine and tell her

I command her to come to me.

I know she will not come.

The fouler fortune mine

and there an end.

Jeanie's going on.

Now, by my holy dame,

where is my daughter?

- Where's Jeanie?

- I don't know. She was dressed.

I'll find her.

What is your will, sir,

that you send for me?

What is thy will, sir?

That's your cue, Fred.

Katherine, I...

I charge thee, tell

these headstrong women...

...what duties they owe

their lords and husbands.

I am ashamed that women

are so simple...

...to offer war where they should

kneel for peace.

Or seek to rule, supremacy and sway...

...when they are bound to serve, love...

...and obey.

Why are our bodies soft

and weak and smooth...

...unapt to toil and trouble in the world...

...but that our soft conditions

and our hearts...

...should well agree

with our external parts?

So hold your temper, wives, and...

And meekly put your hand beneath

your lord and husband's foot.

In token of which duty, if he please...

...my hand is ready.

Ready may it do him ease.

Ready.

Lilli.

Why, there's a wench!

Come on and kiss me, Kate.

Come, Kate, and we'll to bed.

A pox upon the life that late I led!

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