Love Me Tonight

Lovely morning song of Paris,

you are much too loud for me.

It's not a sonata by Mozart.

The song of Paris has its faults.

[...]

But at least it's not Viennese waltz.

Seville has its fandango.

Chicago has its trot.

Buenos - there is tango.

Dresden - its gavotte.

No matter [...]

cold, or wet, or dry,

each morning, like a baby,

Paris starts to cry.

It has taxi horns and claxons

to scare the Anglosaxons,

that's the song of Paris.

It has men that send you postcards

much naughtier than most cards,

that's the song of Paris.

The noise is not delicious, but

it makes you so ambitious.

You would sell your wife and daughter,

for just one Latin quarter.

That's the song of Paris.

Bonjour Dubal!

How's my old pal?

Bonjour, Maurice!

How are you?

- How about Friday?

- Friday is my day!

- Oh, what a man!

- How are you?

- How's your bakery?

- I need a beau.

- Where's your husband?

- He needs the dough!

Hello, Mrs. Bendix!

How's your appendix?

And what is more...

How are you?

Bonjour, hello, sir.

How is the grocer?

You owe ten francs,

how are you?

Ah, how's my coy friend?

Some other boyfriend?

- This is my wife!

- How are you?

- How's your grandpa?

- He's back in jail.

- How's your business?

- How can it fail?

Bonjour, Mr. Cohen!

How are things going?

Comment ca va!

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

Emile! Nice day for your wedding!

- Yes... Is my suit ready?

- Certainly!

- I want to pay you today, Maurice.

- No hurry!

No no no. You're just getting started,

and business is bad.

- Look at these!

- All sold?

One is yours. And the rest are

for the Vicomte de Barres.

The best dressed man in France?

I'm making all his clothes now, and he'll

make my repuation. He owes me 40,000 francs.

That's what I call success!

- That's fine. 2,000 francs, right?

- Right.

Oh, it's the across Paris run!

- Monsieur Vicomte!

- Maurice...

Monsieur Vicomte was in the race?

Just temporarily. Maurice, have you

some of my clothes ready?

- Are fifteen suits enough?

- Well lock the door and give me a suit quickly.

- He may come along any minute.

- Who?

- The girl's husband. He came home unexpectedly.

What girl?

She's... uh... well I don't remember.

The husband started running after me,

and I ran, and I found myself in the race.

I presume Monsieur Vicomte has no more

need of this.

No no, I got it off a fruit stand.

Emile, would you mind giving the room

to Monsieur Vicomte, please?

Yes, yes, with pleasure.

Thank you, thank you, Maurice.

Thank you.

Hey hey. Go right in there.

Monsieur Vicomte...

About the bill...

About the bill,

Monsieur Vicomte...

The pants are a very good fit, Maurice.

Thank you... Monsieur Vicomte, about the bill.

Tonight I will go to my family Chateau

and get my uncle the Duke to hand over

my next allowance.

Thank you, Monsieur Vicomte.

What about my friend,

the shirtmaker, who's making the new

shirts for you?

- Get his bill too.

- Thank you.

What about my friends, the hatter and the bootmaker?

I'll pay them all at once.

A clean sweep, Maurice.

Thank you, Monsieur Vicomte.

Very nice, very nice.

And now, Maurice...

Do you suppose you can let me have

a little something?

- Money?

- Yes, yes...

You see I'm running around

without my wallet.

- A thousand francs?

- No no, that's too much. Now if you said 500...

- Oh, Monsieur Vicomte, take the thousand.

- No no no...

But Monsieur Vicomte, you need it.

Well I'll tell you. You let me have the 2,000

and we'll say no more about it.

Tomorrow, Maurice, I'll be here

with bags of gold for you! Bags of gold!

A thousand thanks, Monsieur Vicomte.

Maurice, it's beautiful!

Just think, with a little cloth

you make a work of art.

Art for your sweetheart.

It's like poetry in a book...

How beautiful I look.

[...] united with a thread.

Romance of the scissors...

So Claire and I can wed!

Maurice!

- Emile, Emile...

- Oh, you're a magician.

Isn't it romantic?

My face is glowing,

I'm energetic.

The art of sewing,

I find poetic.

My needle punctuates

the rhythm of romance.

I don't give a stitch,

if I don't get rich.

A costume tailor,

who has no custom.

Is like a sailor,

no one will trust him.

But there is magic in the music of my shears,

I shed no tears.

Lend me your ears...

Isn't it romantic?

Soon I will have found some girl

that I adore...

Isn't it romantic?

While I sit around,

my love can scrub the floor.

She'll kiss me every hour...

Or she'll get the sack!

And when I take a shower,

she can scrub my back.

Isn't it romantic?

On a moonlight night,

she'll cook me onion soup.

Kiddies are romantic...

And if we don't fight,

we soon will have a troop!

We'll help the population,

It's a duty that we owe to France!

Isn't it romance?

Isn't it romantic...

A very catchy strain.

Isn't it romantic?

Oh, I forgot my cane.

Thank you very much.

I'd better fix your tie.

Goodbye.

Isn't it romantic?

Taxi?

Oh no, I need some air.

Isn't it romantic?

At last I've got a fare!

Railroad station!

Not too fast,

I hate to take a chance.

Isn't it romance?

Isn't it romantic...

to drive around the town?

Isn't it romantic?

I think I'll take that down...

A B A G F E D C:

C A B-flat...

Isn't it romantic?

I'll write some words as well.

Isn't it romantic?

Sitting in the train...

The song has got to sell.

Isn't it romance?

Isn't it romantic,

music in the night,

a dream that can be heard.

Isn't it romantic...

that a hero might appear

and say the word...

[...] a secret charm,

or by my heart's command.

My prince will ride

in armor

just to kiss my hand.

Isn't it romantic...

He will hear my call and [...]

Isn't it romantic?

He'll be strong and tall

and yet [...]

Lover of my fancy...

[...]

Isn't it romance?

Princess! Jeanette!

Count, I'm going to bed!

- I've just come up to join you.

- Join me?

- Join you in a little chat before dinner.

- Not tonight.

I've had another fainting spell and my uncle,

the Duke, thought bed was the best place for me.

I always think that [...]

- Count, why the ladder?

- Oh, it's more romantic.

Careful!

I've brought along my flute,

hoping to entertain.

No, count.

Not tonight.

Oh, before I go. Remember what I said

to you down by the horse trough?

- Quite well.

- What was it? I simply wish to see if it made any impression.

You said "I love you".

Made no impression whatever.

There's probably no use of repeating

the sentiment at this time.

None at all.

Oh, Princess, I trust you don't find

my wooing too ardent.

I was just admiring your restraint.

Good night, Count.

On with the dreams, Princess.

- I'll never be able to use it again!

- Oh, Count, did you break your leg?

No, I fell flat on my flute!

- [...]

- But not too long.

Oh, may it help our niece

grow strong.

Plants from the woods

and birds from the dales

are certain cures for

fainting spells.

- [...]

- May morning bring her health again.

Qu quieres?

My dear Duke, you can get rid of me

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