Lolita Page #3

Wednesday she's going to have

a cavity filled by your Uncle Ivor.

Yeah!

There you are. Where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

I strolled around for a while

and then I came up here.

You poor man,

I'll bet you're bored to tears.

On the contrary I find it most interesting.

Charlotte. Hello.

Humbert, you found a place to sit down.

Oh, gosh.

Charlotte, Mona's having

a little get-together...

...later on at our house,

and she and Freddy Beale...

...and some others, are having

a jam session, or whatever it's called.

Anyhow, she wants to know

if Lolita and Kenny can come.

I don't see why not, as long

as you have her home by midnight.

But Charlotte, tonight's a special occasion.

Why don't you have Lolita stay over

with Mona?

John can bring her back in the morning,

can't you?

Yes, sure.

That would be too much trouble.

- Of course not.

- No, it's the easiest thing in the world.

It's settled.

I guess we'd better say goodnight

to you two kids.

John and I have to get home

in time to supervise things.

You know, what she means is

keep the lights on.

- I think we ought to come over and help.

- No, we wouldn't think of it, Humbert. No.

- It's no trouble at all, is it, Charlotte?

- Well, Jean, perhaps we should...

- We're not doing anything else.

- No, no.

No, they don't like

too many grownups around.

That's right.

- Goodnight, Charlotte.

- Goodnight, Jean.

Goodnight. See you.

Goodnight, Humbert.

Now, you don't want that.

It'll spoil your appetite.

We can go home now

and have a cozy little dinner for two.

- I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?

- No, not at all.

I thought I'd change into something cozier.

Charming.

- You don't think it's... a little too risque?

- No, not at all.

Charlotte, this may not be

the right time or place...

Not another word until we've finished

our pink champagne.

In a sense, this is none of my business,

but I've come to feel almost...

...like a member of the family

where Lolita is concerned.

Yes, I know, and I appreciate it.

I've come to feel as if

you're a member of the family too.

I wonder if you aren't being

too liberal with her?

Liberal?

Oh, you dear man...

...you dear, sweet, naive man.

No, I don't think you realize

that she's beginning to grow up.

Of course she's beginning to grow up...

...and it's only natural and healthy...

...that she should take an interest

in those fascinating creatures...

...known as:
"the opposite sex. "

Cheerio. But should she be allowed

to stay out all night?

She's not staying out.

She's at Jean and John's.

Yes, but something about them

that makes me wonder...

...whether they would provide

the right kind of supervision.

Hum, you're so charmingly Old World...

...but then, that's what I adore about you.

I have a proposal.

What say you I teach you

some of the new steps?

No, Charlotte.

I don't even know the old ones.

And you do this so very well

I'd much rather sit down and watch you.

You're very good.

Come on, Humbert.

Humbert Humbert,

what a thrillingly different name.

Do you pronounce the surname differently,

you know, in a slightly lower tone?

Let me see now, Humbert.

What was that, the first or the second?

Seriously, I'm an awkward tripper

and I have no sense of rhythm.

I refuse to believe that about you.

Rhythm is so basic...

...and it just pours out of you,

you simply vibrate rhythm.

- I'll clap my hands and you go on dancing.

- Now, come on, Humbert...

...and that was not your surname.

Now, put your hands here...

...tighter.

All right, ready, go.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

Very good.

A little more joie de vivre.

You know, when you smile like that

you remind me of someone...

A college boy I had a date with.

I went dancing with him,

a young blue-blooded Bostonian.

My very first glamour date.

And, you know...

...in certain lights you remind me of Harold.

You mean, the late Mr...

Yes.

You're really very different, of course.

Yes, I imagine I am.

But, you know, I adored Harold.

I really did. I swore at the time

I would never marry again.

I don't think I will, but...

...it wouldn't be fair to his memory,

do you think?

No, one doesn't often find

such loyalty these days.

But sometimes, Hum, I wonder...

...shouldn't life be for the living?

What think you?

You see, I'm a strongly emotional woman...

...very strongly emotional.

- Don't be afraid of hurting me.

- No, I'm not, really.

Take me in your arms.

I can't live in the past.

Not anymore, Hum, not anymore.

Hi!

Lolita!

Darling...

Cha-cha-cha.

Did you come back for something?

No, Mona's party turned out

to be sort of a drag.

I thought I'd come back

and see what you were doing.

We had a wonderful evening.

Your mother created a magnificent spread.

Did you have something to eat?

They served some kind of salty fish eggs,

but I didn't like 'em.

I'll make you a sandwich.

There's lots of food left over.

That's great. I'm starving.

I don't think she should be stuffing herself

when she should go to sleep.

But, Mom...

...I'm hungry and I've got to have

something to eat.

All right...

...but you take it upstairs

and after you've eaten it...

...you go right to sleep.

Did you have a good time

dancing with Clare Quilty?

Well, of course...

...he's a very erudite gentleman.

Yeah, I know.

All the girls are crazy about him, too.

That's neither here nor there.

Since when?

Here we are, excuse me...

...loaded with mayonnaise,

just the way you like it.

Thank you.

Darling, take it upstairs.

I don't want to go to bed. It's too early.

We all think that Lo should go to bed.

I don't have to. This is a free country.

Which means there will be

no allowance this week.

Which means I think you stink this week.

To bed this instant!

Go to bed.

I heard that.

Goodnight, Lo.

That miserable little brat.

She is becoming impossible,

simply impossible.

The idea of her sneaking back here

and spying on us.

I don't think she was spying on us.

Really? What would you call it?

I'm sure she intended no harm.

Like hell she didn't!

She's always been a spiteful, little pest.

Since the age of one, you know,

she kept throwing her toys...

...out of her crib so that I would have

to keep stooping over to pick them up.

She has always had some kind

of gripe against me.

Now she sees herself

as some kind of a starlet.

Well, I see her as a sturdy,

healthy but decidedly homely child.

I mean, is it my fault if I feel young?

Why should my child resent it?

You don't resent it, do you?

Do you think I'm just a foolish,

romantic American girl?

No... no.

Why don't I throw on a wrap and we can

go out for a little ride in the car?

Well, it's a little late, Charlotte.

Well, let's at least finish

our champagne, shall we?

I've had a very exhausting evening.

I think I'd best go to bed.

But it's not even 1:00.

My neuralgia's about to strike

with heartburn, an old ally, and so...

Goodnight, and thank you

for a charming evening.

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