Love Before Breakfast Page #4

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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?

Oh, I simply adore it.

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?

I think maybe you marry

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.

Take these things away, Yuki.

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.

Her main topic today was

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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