Morning Glory Page #5

let's have another drink.

You know, the only way to live through

a party like this is to get good and tight.

Well, I guess she didn't know

who I was.

You must have something to eat.

I won't be a moment.

- I'm going to get you some food.

- All right.

- My good fellow, pardon me.

- Pardon me.

Oh, just a minute.

The question before

the American people is:

Why doesn't Easton invite

some interesting people to his parties?

And is there a law

against having any pretty girls?

You better take that up

with your host.

Thanks, I will.

- Do you like bologna with your cheese?

- Yes, I love it.

My dear woman, who are you

and what are you doing here?

I'm Eva Lovelace. Who are you?

The only American

of any importance in the room.

My name is Charley Van Duesen.

Not the author?

I congratulate you on your sagacity...

...but unfortunately it proves

that you are familiar with modern literature.

Pretty little girls like you

mustn't be highbrow.

May I offer you a glass of champagne?

Oh, well, thanks, I...

That's not to look at, my dear girl.

What did...?

What did you say your name was?

- Eva Lovelace.

- Lovelace. Oh, I'll remember.

Richard Lovelace

is one of my favorite poets.

Mine too.

No, no, no. Mustn't be highbrow.

- Where's our little girl?

- Inside. I'm getting something hot for her.

- Are you looking after her? Fine.

- Trying to.

Well, well, well.

Well, you're Mr. Lawrence, aren't you?

- Henry Lawrence?

- Frequently.

I've read everything you've ever written

and reverenced it.

Naturally.

But I promise not to

hold that against you.

So you want to play, eh?

Well, are you really Henry Lawrence,

and is he really Charles Van Duesen?

No, they've got us mixed up

a bit tonight.

I'm Van Duesen,

and he's Lawrence.

But don't let that worry you. Cigarette?

Oh, don't believe him.

Don't let him make you think

that I'm a bank robber.

Oh, Hank, get away from here,

you low drunkard.

Just a moment...

...l'm lighting a cigarette

for this dear little lady.

Give me that.

- May I?

- Well...

I go on the theory that anything

worth doing at all is worth doing well.

Anything?

Kiss me, dear.

Well, if that sort of thing is being done.

Drink for the bird of time

has but a little way To flutter.

And the bird is on the wing

Here's some nice hot food for you.

Thanks.

Well, who cares anything about

prosaic things like food?

- Come on, let's dance.

- All right.

I love that funny music.

- You seem to get a kick out of everything.

- That's because everything interests me.

That's why someday

I'm going to be a great actress.

Because I look around

and absorb and understand.

One must drink in everything,

don't you think so?

I suppose you're right. Your theories of life

prevent it from being humdrum, don't they?

Would you like me to come over there

and sit beside you, Mr. Easton?

Delighted.

I beg your pardon.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Oh, no, no, no, don't get up.

I'll sit here.

Are you comfortable?

Quite.

Hello.

Hello.

- Mr. Easton.

- Yes?

I shouldn't be surprised

if I'm a great actress.

You think so?

I shouldn't be surprised.

Either I'm a rotten actress

or I'm a great actress.

I'm not just a pretty good actress.

Now, sometimes,

I think I'm very, very, very bad.

No good.

Tonight, I think I'm wrong

when I think that.

Oh, I feel wonderful, Mr. Easton.

- Not afraid anymore.

- I'm glad of that.

You see, I wasn't afraid,

not for a long time.

When I lost a part,

I thought it was because I was a genius...

...and geniuses always have a hard time.

- Always.

Yes, the world never appreciates genius

when it's young.

Then I began to get afraid.

"Maybe I'm crazy," I got to thinking.

"Maybe I'm not a genius."

And then I said, "It's better not to think."

In this world where but to think

is to be full of sorrow...

...it's better not to think.

But tonight I'm not afraid to think,

because I'm almost thoroughly convinced...

...that I'm a genius again.

Will you excuse me?

I want to see about the musician's supper.

- I'll be right back.

- All right.

How many drinks has that kid had?

Not more than a glass or two

of champagne, I don't think.

Well, had she had anything

before she came?

- Not even food.

- Just a cup of coffee.

This is a wonderful party, Mr. Easton.

A night I'll never forget.

Why, when I think

that I sat on that stairway...

...and talked and smoked and drank...

...with Charles Van Duesen

and Henry Lawrence...

...why, in Franklin,

these men are just names.

Yes, Mr. Easton, I like your party.

And I like New York.

It's a beautiful city.

I love to walk and walk

and look and look.

Now, you see, in Franklin, if you walk and

walk, you get way out on a country road...

...where there's nothing

but great big trees and fields.

And yet, I don't know,

there's something about it.

About those fields,

that gives you a feeling...

...of being great and lonely.

I feel it now,

right here in my heart, I tell you.

I tell you, I know.

- I know. I know that I'm a great actress.

- Now, now, please be quiet.

- I'm the greatest young actress in the world.

- Now, take it easy.

I'm gonna go on getting greater

and greater and greater, you'll see.

Steady, kiddie,

you're making a fool of yourself.

I'm not making a fool of myself.

Listen, you're talking

to the greatest actress in the world...

...and I'm gonna prove it to you.

Now keep quiet, all of you.

And you... You, just wait a minute.

Just watch me.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them?

To die:
to sleep.

No more.

And by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache

and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to

'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd.

To die, to sleep.

To sleep:
perchance to dream:

Ay, there's the rub.

I saw Charlie Chaplin

do this in California...

...and he was never as funny as this kid.

Funny? Why, Hamlet's tragedy.

Well, it's always been comic to me.

Well, that's the most pathetic statement

I've ever heard from anyone...

...but if you can't understand Hamlet, you

may be able to understand something else...

...though I doubt it.

By the look of...

Now, turn out those lights there.

And you... You... You listen.

And all of you be quiet.

Be quiet.

Romeo, Romeo!

Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title.

Romeo, doff thy name

And for thy name which is no part of thee

Take all myself.

What is she raving about?

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