Love Before Breakfast Page #4
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- 1936
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It's too marvelous.
May I?
Johnny.
Hello,Johnny.
Hello.
You've been very busy
this evening, haven't you?
Yeah. Busy trying to duck that
Southern belle. Oh. Amy's houseguest?
Mm-hmm. Johnny, she's the most adorable
thing I ever saw in my whole life.
Oh, adorable, my eye.
She talks my ear off.
Uh-oh. Here she comes.
Oh,Johnny, she's very pretty. Pretty,
yeah, but she's a phonograph record.
Don't let her see me. Hide behind the plume,
dear. At least it's good for something.
Uh,Johnny, would you like me
to get her a boyfriend for the evening?
Would I?
Come on. I'll save you.
What are you gonna do? Keep your eyes
and ears open and your mouth shut.
Ooh, yonder's Johnny looking
for me now. Pardon me.
Why,Johnny,
where did you disappear to?
Just looking for you, Mary Lee.
You've met Kay Colby.
Well, I should say I have. I've just
been admiring you all evening, Miss Colby.
I think that costume's
the smartest thing.
Thank you, honey. Would you
like to do me a big favor?
I certainly would. I'd like to have you
dance with a friend of mine, Scott Miller.
He's terribly attractive and rich and
dying to meet you. Well, I declare. Really?
He'd ask you himself,
only he's too bashful.
Oh. Well, now, isn't that
the cutest thing? Where is he?
Wait right here with Johnny.
I'll bring him to you.
Oh, incidentally, he's a little hard of hearing,
so you'll have to yell, but you don't mind.
Oh, of course not. The poor man. Yes.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Isn't that a shame?
Oh, Scott.
Pardon me.
How would you like to be a
Good Samaritan? At your service.
There's a little girl visiting
from the South. She's awfully sweet,
but she doesn't seem
to be having a very good time.
Be nice and dance with her,
will you? Anything for you.
Oh, thank you. I think you'll like
her. She's got an awfully cute accent.
But there's just one thing.
Uh-oh.
Oh, a little thing. She's slightly deaf, and you'll
have to shout. Oh, is that all? Shouting's easy.
Miss Jackson, this is Mr. Miller,
the gentleman I told you about.
How do you do?
I'm very happy to know you.
Excuse us.
Would you like to dance?
Oh, thanks.
Uh, thanks. I'd love to.
How do you like New York?
Well, I've never seen so many
tall buildings in all my life.
I've been up and down
in elevators until, oh, I'm dizzy.
Shh!Johnny,
they'll hear us. Stop it.
How long do you expect to stay?
Well, you don't have to yell at me, you
know. There's nothin' wrong with my hearing.
What's that?
You're the one. I'm not deaf.
I can't stop!
I gotta get out of here!
Lady, we've been victimized.
You reckon?
I reckon.
Oh!
That was a low-down dirty trick!
Oh!
"How did you like New Yo-"
You're having a lot of fun
with me, aren't you?
Every time I think of you
- You know, you'd make a marvelous train announcer.
The worst of it is,
you're probably right.
With the blue uniform and brass
buttons. It might be very becoming.
Might add that, uh, romantic
something that I seem to lack, huh?
Big businessmen shouldn't
try to be romantic.
Oh.
Maybe.
Oh.
That's all I mean to you, isn't it?
Just a big businessman.
But I do take a neat fall from a horse.
Beautiful.
Took a neat fall for a girl too.
If you're trying to get serious, please
don't. I'm having much too much fun.
Maybe I can amuse you with a funny story. You
like funny stories? It all depends on the story.
I've got one about a button
pusher and a bulldog. Bulldog?
Well, definitely not a Pekingese.
Oh. You see, this button
pusher was a fella...
who was smug and accustomed
to having his own way...
until along came a little bulldog.
Now, he chased
this little bulldog for a long time,
but he didn't seem to be getting anyplace
because she didn't like his methods.
But he couldn't change because he was
an old button pusher and set in his ways.
And the bulldog was stubborn too.
That's it. Seems you know the story.
Well, parts of it. But you seem to forget that
the bulldog was interested in someone else.
And still is?
And still is.
Well? Isn't there
something more to your story?
No. I guess not. There's nothing for the button
pusher to do but pick up his marbles and go home.
Good-bye, Kay.
I'll leave the car for you.
You finishing the
tea, please? Yes, Yuki.
Thank you, Miss Kay.
Give me the trouble department.
Hello. Trouble department?
My telephone's out of order. People
can't get me. The phone doesn't ring.
I have. I know it doesn't ring.
All right. You try it.
Yes. It did that time. Well, how is it
people can't get me on the telephone?
I'm sorry, madam.
There's nothing we can do about that.
What do you see, Yuki?
Oh, you going to party.
Big party. Lots of people.
Who takes me?
Who am I with?
Lots of people. Many people.
Yes. But who's next to me?
Lady. Maybe fat lady.
But what gentleman? No
gentlemen. All ladies.
Card party.
Oh, you lose money.
Isn't there one man in that cup?
Man? No. No see no man.
Oh, you get present.
Yes. From whom?
Lovely present.
Jewelry present.
Who gives it to me? What is he like?
Is he a big man? I not can say for sure.
All the same I think-
Yes, I sure.
Present come from your mother.
Yuki, you tell the dullest fortunes.
But no see Mr. Miller in cup.
Mr. Miller?
Whatever made you think of him?
Mr. Miller sometime.
Me marry Mr. Miller? Huh!
Yes. I think you loving Mr. Miller.
You think too much.
Thank you, Miss Kay.
All the same, when Japanese
girl loveJapanese man,
she go to him and she say,
"I love you, Mr. Miller. "
Then everything right away fine.
Yes. Then everything right away great. The littleJapanese
girl gets shoved around the rest of her life.
Japanese girls liking
to be shoved round.
Not this Japanese girl.
Even if I did marry him, I
wouldn't let him know I loved him.
My soul wouldn't be my own.
Besides, who said I did love him?
Yes, Miss Kay.
Thank you.
Hello, darling.
Hello, dear.
What are you doing with my dog?
Just scratching his stomach.
Mm-hmm. Oh, is there any mail for me?
Nothing for you, darling,
as usual.
I should think Bill would let you hear from
him once in a while. Well, maybe he's busy.
I don't see how you can consider yourself
engaged to a man who doesn't even write to you.
My sweet.
Didn't you go out for lunch?
No. I didn't feel like it.
Oh, darling, you were lucky.
Colony was simply packed. And to make it
worse, your Aunt Emma was gabbier than usual.
Scott Miller and that countess.
She's just back from Honolulu.
Your Aunt Emma tells me that she heard for a positive
fact that this time they're going to be married.
I don't care what Aunt Emma heard.
Darling, if you don't care,
I'm sure I don't.
But naturally I hate to see you lose
the finest man you ever knew.
I'm going to lie down
for a little while, dear.
Hello. Oh, hello, Scott.
Oh, I'm fine. I never felt
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