Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #8

and neglected my job, because I loved you

and wanted you back again.

Now I'm finished. It's all washed up.

Go ahead and marry the guy.

I hope you'll be very happy.

You heard.

He liked me in that little blue dress.

- Jeff, will you marry me?

- Why, I'd be honored.

Is it wise to make a decision in anger?

You can be considerate of him even now?

- Your happiness is my only concern.

- I'm not good enough for you.

Why, you're making me

the happiest man in the world.

I know what you'd like. Some nice dinner.

How about some nice

Southern fried chicken?

Hello? Is that the porter?

What's the first train

I can get back to New York?

All right. Have a sleigh up here

half an hour before, will you?

It was a very nice dinner, wasn't it?

I wasn't very hungry.

Hope he has the decency to leave tonight.

Who, David? He won't stay around

where he's not wanted.

I bet you he'll be gone

by the time we get back.

You know the real reason

he keeps chasing me?

He's still so much in love with me.

He's such an egotist that he can't bear

letting someone else kiss me.

- He doesn't believe I'll marry you.

- He'll have to, after we're married.

It's getting colder.

Could you tell the driver to go faster?

Driver, go straight to Cabin McKinley...

and take the shortcut, if there is one.

- You know, I'm worried about him.

- Who?

David, yes.

He may have been

putting on an act today...

but he'll really take to drinking

from now on.

I don't think so.

He'll probably find someone else.

David's the type

that always gets married again.

I'm so afraid he'll ruin his life

on account of me...

spoil a brilliant future.

He is brilliant, you know.

If I could only make him...

I mean, if I could only disillusion him,

make him hate me, do something.

If he'd only hate me, that would be

the solution. Listen, it would work, too.

Those walls are paper-thin,

and he could hear everything.

- Why, what are you suggesting?

- It's a wonderful idea.

- Hurry, driver, hurry.

- Yes, ma'am. Giddyup.

Good night.

It's a wonderful thing you're doing.

He'd be on my conscience otherwise.

Come on in, Jeff.

It's early yet.

Put me down.

Put me down this instant.

Now, Jeff...

Now, you know I've had enough to drink,

Jeff, and so have you.

Jeff, are you hurt?

Don't talk so loud. Let me help you up.

My, aren't you strong?

My, what a heavy shoe it is.

No.

What are you doing?

Unless you stop, Jeff,

I'll have to ask you to leave.

Jeff, behave yourself.

You haven't even got any pride.

I only did this for you, so you'd realize

it was all over between us.

There's only one way to handle you.

Let go of me.

Let go. Jeff, I'm not acting.

This is real. Come in, Jeff.

Hit him, Jeff.

- I don't need it.

- Do you want to make anything out of it?

- I forgive you, David.

- You mean you're not gonna hit him?

Ann, you're so attractive

that I take it for granted that other men...

less disciplined,

will always take liberties with you.

Violence shows a lack of character.

You won't do anything to him?

Would you respect me more

if I knocked him down?

Would I? You big blubber,

what kind of a man are you?

How could you love a woman

and let someone paw her?

Now, let's not say anything in anger

we'll be sorry for.

Haven't you any self-respect?

- Surprise.

- Isn't it wonderful up here?

Are you children having a good time?

Do you realize you're raising your voice?

- Raising her voice?

- Certainly I'm raising my voice.

I never saw you act like this before.

I always thought you were gentle.

Very gentle. How do you think I got this?

Jefferson, I forbid you

to marry this woman.

You forbid him to marry me?

Listen to me, you stuffed shirt.

Even a mouse has enough backbone

to fight sometime.

Taking your hat off on that elevator

doesn't make a man out of you.

You can teach a monkey to do that,

and I'll take a monkey anytime...

whether he's a dipsomaniac

or beats his wife...

over a lump of jelly like you.

But I'm not taking you.

Go out and get a Girl Guide

and go camping together.

Let me out of here

before I forget I'm a lady.

You have just seen her

in one of her quieter moods.

What are you doing?

The telephone is disconnected,

and there's no transportation...

and I'm gonna spend the evening

at the lodge.

But that's ridiculous.

Why don't you spend the night here?

Not on your life.

How are you gonna get there?

You can't ski.

If necessary, on my hands and knees.

You're not doing me any favor

by staying here.

- I'd just as soon you get out.

- We see eye to eye.

In fact, I'll help you get out.

Sorry.

Thank you.

I'm warning you, I'll kill you in cold blood.

Sometime, someday,

when your back is turned, I'll stab you.

I'm telling you, don't you try anything.

David, get me out of these things.

Get me out of here!

David, get me out of these,

or I'll break every bone in your body!

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