Moon Over Miami Page #7

Let's go see the old boy, shall we?

- All right. I've give Susan my coat.

- Fine. You too, Barbara.

You mean that, Bolton? We can go ahead?

We get the appropriations?

Yes, yes. Uh, you get

the million and a quarter.

I'll get the eggs.

If you've never had eggs this way,

you have a treat coming.

- Hello, Dad.

- Now- Now just a minute.

Am I seeing double?

No, Dad, it's

your one and only son.

- Well, congratulations, old man.

- Congratulations on the level, Dad.

- I've gone and got myself engaged.

- To both of them?

- No. No, just one.

- Oh, and a very nice one,

too, I should say.

- I couldn't have done better myself.

- No, Dad. This is Miss Sears...

my fiance's secretary you've got.

Oh, if I've got her, that's fine.

But let's see, what have you got?

- Miss Kay Latimer, my father.

- How do you do, Mr. Bolton?

Well, not so badly, really.

- And thank you so much for not saying it.

- For not saying what?

For not saying "I've heard so much

about you. I feel I already know you."

- I'll thank you so much, darling.

- Well, I can say this.

You're-You're just as charming

as you've been painted.

- You know, we're going to do all right.

- I hope so.

- I hope you feel the same, Miss Sears.

- Oh, I do, Mr. Bolton.

Oh, come join us. Oh, Jim.

Uh, Jeff, you know Reynolds.

- Oh, yes, certainly.

Glad to see you again.

- How are you, Jeff?

Miss Latimer, Mr. Reynolds,

manager of our South American interest.

- How do you do?

- Miss Sears, Mr. Reynolds.

- How do you do?

- Miss Sears. Congratulations

are certainly in order.

Well, I think a party is in order...

the biggest party

we've ever had on the island.

- How about it, Jeff?

- Right, Dad.

Sit down. Sit Miss Sears right

over there where I can look at her.

Now, Kay, you sit here,

so that I'll be next to you.

I'll only be a minute.

Uh, pour the wine, Jim.

By all means. We certainly have

plenty to drink to tonight.

Did you have a nice trip over?

- Oh, yes, wonderful. Thank you.

- Good.

- Couldn't I help you?

- Oh, no, dear.

- What are you cooking?

- Gas House eggs.

- Gas House eggs?

- You never heard of them?

- No.

- Well, your education has been

sadly neglected, young lady.

You see, you dig a round hole

in the bread like this...

drop it into the melted butter...

break and egg

and drop it into the hole...

- and voila, you have a masterpiece.

- Oh.

- It looks delicious.

- Oh, doesn't it?

Think you could put one away?

Oh, I'm sure I could, Mr. Bolton.

Oh, now wait a minute. Don't call me

Mr. Bolton. Makes me feel too old.

All right, what shall I call you?

Oh, call me Willie.

All the girls call me Willie.

All right, Willie.

Yes, indeed.

We're gonna get along all right.

Well, how about it? Did it look

like a pretty nice island?

- Oh, yes. It's a lovely island.

- Thanks, Henry.

- Morning, Brearley.

- Good morning, sir. Morning, Miss Sears.

- Morning.

- Did you enjoy that

ride as much as I did?

- Did I? Oh, it was glorious.

- That's good. We're gonna

do this every morning.

- Are-Are we really?

- You bet.

- Oh, food.

- Good morning, Mr. Bolton.

Well, the happy bridal couple.

No, Dad. I tried to convince you last night.

It's the other girl I'm going to marry.

Oh, my mistake, old man. Or is it?

I still say she's not such a bad idea.

- Aw, thanks.

- Uh, where is the charming

bride this morning?

- She doesn't like horses, just me.

- Oh, strange choice.

- Good morning, everybody.

- Good morning, darling.

Sorry about the ride.

I just couldn't make it.

- That's all right.

Barbara and I had a swell ride.

- Oh, you did?

- Next time I'd better go along.

- Here, take mine, dear.

Kay, try some of these chicken livers.

I taught the cook

how to saut them in burgundy.

Thanks. I will.

They look delicious.

You know, Susan, it's very nice of you

to help out like this.

With the party and all tonight, sir,

I'd rather, if you don't mind.

You could consider this

something of a vacation, you know.

- Lots of nice fellows

working around the place.

- Uh-huh.

Susan's not interested

in things like that, Willie.

What, a woman and not

interested in romance?

No, sir. I'm afraid all the romance

has been locked out of my life.

Locked out?

Well, what might that mean?

- Well, sir-

- Uh, uh, Susan, some rolls, please.

Some rolls, please.

Right away. Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

- Susan's such a quaint character.

- Ha! Good old Susan.

- Hello.! Where is everybody?

- Well, who's that? Mac?

- Well, I finally made it.

Been worried about me?

- Mac, this is a surprise.

- Willie, I'm glad to see you.

- Oh, I'm glad to see you, boy.

Just in time for breakfast.

Thanks. I've already had mine.

But I'll be glad to sit with you.

- Jeff, how are you?

- I remember you.

Barbara. And, Kay,

you remember me.

- You don't let anybody forget

you very long, do you?

- Mmm.

Mac, sit here. How'd you manage

to get over so early?

I didn't think I was going to

get away at all. But I thought it over...

and decided it was only fair toJeff,

after the way he begged me to be best man.

When did I beg you to be best man?

When did you beg me

to be best man?

Why, that's all we talked about last night,

uh, when we shook hands good-bye.

Are you gonna sit there

and tell me you don't remember that?

I remember very well what I thought

when we shook hands good-bye.

I thought isn't it

gonna be wonderful...

not to see that silly pan

of yours again for a long time.

Hmm. Funny. I didn't

get that thought at all.

- Obviously, because here I am.

- Yes, that's the important thing.

You're here.

Yes, that's very important.

Hmm. Brearley tells me you're

having a brawl tonight.

Yes, indeed.

Everybody for miles around.

Party for the bride, huh?

Ah, wonderful idea, marriage.

Wonder who thought of it?

Why, funny. I wonder who did?

Well, they certainly started something.

I've even thought of

marriage myself lately.

Lovely idea. But you've got to be

awfully particular whom you marry.

- Well, naturally. Weren't you?

- Mm-hmm.

What does Connie think

of the lovely idea?

- Why, she thinks it's... lovely.

- Connie?

Why, that's the grocery store

gal, isn't it?

That's right, Willie.

Lots of potatoes there.

Well, now that we're on

the subject of romance...

have you two decided where you're

gonna go on your honeymoon?

No, we haven't, not definitely.

That's one reason I come over here so early.

I knew Jeff wouldn't be able to handle this.

Look, there's plenty of time

for Kay and me to decide where we're going.

Oh, no. No, there isn't plenty of time.

The most important thing about

a honeymoon is to have it well-planned.

- Well, how about Honolulu?

- Oh, I'd love Honolulu.

I'm against it.

I'm definitely for Honolulu.

How about you, Jeff?

I like it.

Supposing your bride's

a bad sailor...

and you spend your entire honeymoon

sitting in the men's smoking room?

Well, I assure you, Jeff isn't

going to spend his honeymoon

in the men's smoking room.

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