Kitty Foyle Page #3

Copy? Copy of what?

Your article on the Wheeler wedding.

We're ready to go to press.

Oh, that. You know,

I never got to the wedding.

I got mixed up

at a cocktail party...

...and then went on

to Bellevue-Stratford...

...and that was a simply

crashing bore, really.

Miss Foyle, why don't you make Wyn

throw some kind of party here?

A sort of housewarming,

something like that?

Sounds like a crashing good idea.

I would just like to say that I'm sorry.

I was fresh just now.

I didn't notice it.

Well, I was, and I'm sorry.

Judas Priest. Why don't you kick those

snake-brained friends of yours out...

...and give yourself a chance?

They're pretty aggravating, I know...

...but they do the stuff

we've got to have.

Yeah, well, it's none of my business,

I know...

...but, well, I'd just like you to know

that I'm in your corner, that's all.

Thank you, Miss Foyle.

It's encouraging to find someone here

who's taking this thing seriously.

Would you like me

to run that record off for you?

Oh, no. I was just fiddling with it...

...figuring how it worked.

- Oh, it's simple.

Really, don't you think

you'd better pop out to lunch?

- Miss Foyle, there's no need...

- See, you push that...

Do you really think it's true,

Miss Foyle...

...that my voice sounds

rather like that of Mr. Coleman?

Ah, Shangri-la, Miss Foyle.

Foyle, Foyle, boil in oil.

Roses are red, violets are blue...

...Miss Foyle has nice legs, I love you.

- Is that all?

- And I'll thank you, Miss Foyle...

...not to sit with your legs crossed

during conferences.

We have difficulties enough

getting this magazine out...

...without such

demoralizing exhibitions.

I think I'd better go to lunch after all.

- Wait a minute, let me explain.

- Wyn, Wyn, boil in gin.

I'm terribly sorry, really.

I didn't intend... I mean...

Well, I was testing, like on the radio.

I never thought of what I was saying.

- Do you mind letting me out, please?

- No.

Not until I've made you understand.

Well, it was like...

Like automatic writing.

People go into trances,

don't know what they're saying.

It just comes out.

Whole books sometimes.

- That's the way it was.

- It's very amusing.

I think I'll go to lunch.

Miss Foyle...

...I want you to take

some dictation before you go.

Let's see.

Interoffice memo to Miss Foyle.

I'm sorry I said you cross your legs

in conferences...

...but you do.

I'm sorry I said they demoralize me...

...but they do.

I'm sorry you seem to think that I...

I'm making love to you.

But...

...I am.

There's no getting around it.

Those were probably the happiest days

in your whole life.

Days when you and Wyn were still learning

those little things about each other...

...that make two ordinarily normal people

a little daffy when they're together.

Crazy, but nice.

Like the first time he took you

to New York, remember?

Thanks, mister.

- Violets? Violets?

- Yes.

Two bunches, please.

Thank you.

I've never been

in a speakeasy before.

Don't have a moment's concern.

The best people in New York come here.

On a Saturday night

it's hard not to find...

- Who is it?

- Giono.

Mr. Strafford.

- Come in, come in.

- Giono, how are you?

Mr. Strafford, it is nice to see you.

I haven't seen you since a long time.

Latest returns from New York State:

7864 precincts...

...out of a total of 9046...

...give Hoover 936,421...

...Roosevelt 1,412,604.

It looks bad now,

but Roosevelt will never make it.

Didn't you vote for him, Giono?

Me vote for Roosevelt? He's a wet.

He wants to repeal prohibition.

Prohibition goes, where am I?

How about some nice smooth Scotch?

Fresh off the boat today.

You mean some of that bilge water

you whipped up this afternoon?

This is a pleasure trip,

not a suicide pact.

How about some Strega?

I just got one bottle.

I save it just for you.

How nice of you, you liar.

Let's have it.

And one glass of water.

What's Strega?

Oh, it's an Italian liqueur.

It has a picture of a witch

on the bottle.

They say that if two people

drink it together...

...they'll never drink it apart.

- And now for an election flash.

- How cozy.

- Republican headquarters...

...have just conceded

the state of Pennsylvania...

...to Roosevelt.

He'll never make it.

Wait until the returns come in from

the Middle West. They'll kill him.

Hoover was born there, you know.

Giono, from now on, this is our bottle.

Nobody else touches it, understand?

Fine. I won't even touch it myself.

We'll fix that.

There.

Why so solemn?

Oh, I was just wondering.

What about?

Why did you bring me here to New York?

I thought you'd like it. Why?

Because, well, you see...

...when I was going to

high school in Manitou, Illinois...

...it's quite a small town and everybody

knew everybody else's business.

So when a man wanted

to take somebody out...

...and he didn't care particularly

about being seen with her...

...he'd always take her up to Chicago.

I see.

But this isn't like that.

In fact, it's exactly the opposite.

I wanted to make a good impression

on you...

...so I brought you where I thought

I most likely could do it.

- Oh, I'm sorry if...

- Kitty.

- Election flash.

- I've got an idea.

Republican headquarters have conceded

Kansas and Nebraska to Roosevelt.

Doesn't mean a thing.

Wait until the Pacific Coast

returns come in.

That's really where Hoover is going

to murder him. He lives there.

Thanks.

Kitty, will you go to the assembly

with me this year?

Will you?

Wyn, that's awfully nice...

...but you don't have to do that.

But I want you to go.

It isn't merely a gesture.

It's funny.

When I was a little girl, I used to read in

the newspapers about the assembly...

...and cut out the pictures

of the society ladies...

...in their beautiful dresses,

and use them as paper dolls.

That's probably the best use

they've ever been put to.

But isn't there a committee that goes over

the list of who's to be invited?

Well, if they should run across

somebody like a Foyle, boom.

And the next thing she knows,

she's being scraped up off the sidewalk.

You just leave that to me.

Is it a date?

Well, I know I'm crazy,

but it's a date.

Attention, everybody.

Republican National Headquarters

have just conceded...

...that the next president

of the United States...

...will be Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

Happy days are here again.

Hooray!

Hooray, hooray!

What are you celebrating about?

Hoover didn't win.

I'm celebrating our first kiss.

Hooray, hooray!

You're crazy.

Sing, fellow. If you don't sing,

you ain't 100 percent American.

Thanks, pal.

We're 100 percent Americans, ain't we?

- Sure. Hooray for America.

- Hooray for Kitty.

Kitty for president. Hooray.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- It isn't private enough.

Roosevelt's horning in on my celebration.

Let's go to Lake Pocono to see the sunset.

- But it's too late. It's already set.

- All right, we'll go see the moon rise.

But Lancelot mused a little space:

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