Kitty Foyle

- Got a date tonight, Jane?

- Yeah.

Same date I have every night

with The Saturday Evening Post.

Don't you girls ever think

of anything but men?

The idea of spending

your whole life...

...flattering the ego

of some tobacco-smelling male.

I can think of a thousand better ways

of being happy.

- Name two.

- You said it.

- You and me both.

- Some people might kid themselves.

But me, I want a man.

I don't care who knows it.

- Amen, sister.

- Anywhere from 18 to 80.

They don't come too old

or too young for me.

Well, isn't independence

worth anything to you?

After all, what's the difference between

men bachelors and girl bachelors?

Men bachelors are that way on purpose.

I'm past all that, praise Mary.

I'm so old I can't even remember

me first kiss.

Well, I can't even remember me last.

Sorry, Kitty, we had a couple

emergencies at the hospital.

I had to stay late.

Been waiting long?

- Oh, no, just got here.

- Good.

Step on it, driver.

You must be as hungry as I am.

I'm afraid you're gonna

get a little hungrier...

...because I've gotta catch

another case first.

- What, before dinner?

- Yes, emergency.

As a matter of fact,

we're racing a stork right this minute.

Hurry, doctor.

Take care of this a minute

while I finish up.

You have no idea how right you look

with a baby in your arms.

You have no idea how right I feel.

Boy or a girl?

It's a boy.

Almost lost the little fellow.

Might've been better

if he hadn't pulled through.

Don't say that, Mark.

It's always better to pull through.

There's something about the way

you said that.

Kitty, will you?

I got a lot of money tied up

in that little hoop...

...and there's no other way

I can get any use out of it.

Will you marry me?

Do you think you could find my finger

under all these blankets?

You did say yes, didn't you?

I mean, it's all clear

and there's no confusion...

...and you understood what I asked you?

You asked me to marry you, didn't you?

That's it, exactly.

I got it. That's why I said yes.

What I'm getting around to...

...is that fellow in Philadelphia.

Is that all over?

All over.

You're not kidding yourself, are you?

It wouldn't do either of us good

if you weren't sure.

I'm sure, darling.

Look, I've gotta go back

to the hospital now.

But I'll check out at midnight.

Get your bags packed

and meet me there...

...and we'll go to Gretna Green.

- Gretna Green?

- Sure.

They've got a justice of peace

that's open all night.

Just like an Owl Drugstore.

Can you be ready by then?

And who says I can't?

Then meet me

at St. Timothy's Hospital at 12.

Smack on the dot.

- Twelve, smack on the dot, St. Timothy's.

- Right.

Driver, Pocahontas Hotel for Women,

West 34th Street.

But what about my dinner?

Save it, and we'll have

a big breakfast together.

- Good evening, Miss Foyle.

- Good evening.

- Will you make up my bill tonight?

- You're leaving?

I'll say I am. I'm getting married.

- And send for my bags around 11:30.

- Very well.

Hello.

Well, what are you doing out

of Philadelphia on a night like this?

How did you get in?

Men aren't allowed in this hotel,

you know.

The operator

on the back elevator's corrupt.

Oh, Wyn, why did you come?

You sent for me.

I told you if you ever wanted me

or needed me, or to have me...

...to send it back.

That isn't what I meant.

I sent it back because...

...that was all.

- That was the end.

- Don't say that, Kitty.

But it's true, Wyn.

I'm sorry, but you'll have to go.

I can't go, not until

I've told you something.

I don't want to hear it, Wyn.

Please go.

Please don't make me ask you again.

I'm sailing at midnight.

Where?

South America, Buenos Aires.

I'm going to live there.

With your wife?

Alone.

Unless you'll go with me.

Oh, Wyn.

That's what I came to tell you.

The thousands of times

I've prayed for you to say that...

Prayed and prayed and prayed.

And you never could.

You never did.

But I'm saying it now,

from the bottom of my heart.

Oh, Wyn, why couldn't you have thought

to say those same little words...

...five years ago?

I thought of them.

I just hadn't the strength to say them.

Kitty, darling...

...you know me better

than I know myself.

There's no life for me without you.

I want you. I need you.

I love you this minute

as I've never loved you before.

And I thought you'd forgotten.

You didn't. You never thought that

for a minute.

You know too well how I've wanted you.

You're going to be divorced?

No.

I'm afraid I can't

even promise you that.

Then we'd?

That's it.

I wish it were different...

...but that's the way it is.

I see.

Whatever you decide, I'm sailing anyway.

I've broken away for good.

But I'm hoping, I'm praying now,

that we'll go away together...

...and be together always.

Of all the days in all the years...

You haven't forgotten, have you, Kitty?

I thought I had.

I was sure I had.

The firelight at Lake Pocono,

our assembly in New York.

- Please, Wyn.

- Those times at Giono's, remember?

The dreams we dreamed,

the sound of our voices as we laughed...

I remember.

Oh, darling, we must

never forget any of it.

It isn't too late, is it?

I'm afraid it never will be.

This is the beginning,

the real beginning of life for us.

I shouldn't, I shouldn't, it's wrong.

Wrong to be happy?

Oh, Wyn, don't ask me anything.

Don't let me think.

Just take me with you.

Darling, we sail at midnight.

I'll be at the pier with everything arranged.

- Meet me there?

- You know I will.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Don't be late.

- I won't.

Wyn, Wyn!

You didn't say what boat, what pier.

When I'm with you,

I forget about everything else.

It's Pier 48.

I'll be there waiting for you.

You're making a mistake, you know.

Am I?

You're that little girl on the sleigh ride.

Trouble is, you're no longer a little girl.

You're a grown woman now.

I'm only 24.

You're 26. Don't try to kid me.

Well, I'm not old, anyway.

No, and maybe

you aren't very smart either.

I know what I'm doing.

It's a pretty unsatisfactory role

you're preparing to play...

...even under the best of circumstances.

This is the only chance we have,

and we've got to take it.

How do you imagine you'll be described?

As Wyn's girlfriend?

That's the delicate one.

And in about 10 years,

when your figure gets out of control...

...it'll sound like a comedy line.

His woman? That's getting warmer.

As "that woman Wyn's mixed up with"?

Oh, you have no idea how often

you're going to get that one.

We'll just have to face it.

Correction, you'll have to face it.

Married people face things together,

but you won't be married.

Did you ever think of it that way?

No time to think.

Well, you'd better take a little time,

sister...

...because forever is a long, long time.

Never hurts to check

with the conductor...

...to see if you're on the right train.

Marriage isn't everything.

What is it, anyway?

It's just a piece of paper

like any other legal document.

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