Next Time We Love Page #2

I was just coming in.

Well, how long will it take

you to pull yourself together?

How much together?

Mr. Abbott, how would you like

to be a witness at our wedding?

Hey, let me get this thing

straight. Something about a wedding?

Yep.

Yours, I suppose?

When?

This morning.

Now go on. Get a shower

and get dressed. But, Chris!

What am I going to wear?

My blue georgette

or my striped pants?

Have you got striped pants?

Have I got striped pants.

Then he can be our best man

if he has striped pants.

Well, I don't suppose the best

man can say, "This is so sudden. "

I didn't get a chance

to say it myself.

Well, let's get organized. Now,

who you going to get for best maid?

I mean maid of honor.

I don't know.

Everybody I know

is off at school.

Why not Madame Donato?

Why not?

I'll rush right down

and ask her.

I'll have to call

the office, too.

I'll be right back,

darling. Goodbye. Goodbye.

And I thought the best man was the

one supposed to do the rushing around.

You know, calming the hysterical

bride or sobering up the bridegroom.

There must be something...

Sobering up?

There's an idea,

a cold shower.

Right away, quick. Goodbye.

I'll see you later.

Goodbye.

And now we drink to... Let's

see, who do we drink to now?

There's nobody left.

Look, let's just drink.

I've got an idea. How about the

clerk in the marriage bureau?

Yes.

To the clerk.

Now, wait. Don't drink it all on

the clerk. I want to propose a toast.

Here's to Tommy.

May he be as good a friend of Chris

and Cicely as he is of just Chris.

That's a very nice toast, even

if it did get up your nose.

I guess I'm not used

to drinking champagne.

Oh, well, cold shower, champagne.

Champagne, cold shower. So it goes.

I'm so happy!

Oh, my darling!

I've got to call the office.

Oh, why bother? They get

newspapers out every day.

No, I'd better call them.

I'll be right back.

I wonder what it is they do to

newspapermen to make them work so hard?

Maybe they hypnotize them. They

don't have to do anything to Chris.

I know. He likes his work,

and I envy him.

I hope he never stops.

I think that's what makes him

such an exciting person.

I'm sorry. That's all

right. It's your wedding day.

Go ahead and talk about him.

There doesn't seem to be

much else on my mind

except my marriage and what

I've got to do not to spoil it.

Aren't you beginning to worry

a little early? It's only 2:00.

Oh, I'm in such a whirl,

I can't make sense.

What I mean is, well,

I've made a resolution.

I'm simply not going to be

a burden to Chris.

How do you propose

not to be a burden?

I'm going to have work

of my own to do.

You see, we both feel that

the trouble with most marriages

is that the women haven't

got anything to do.

They just hang on to the man and keep

them from doing the things they want to.

And you've figured all

that out since this morning?

No. We've done a lot of talking

about marriage. In theory, anyway.

Only now it's sneaked up on you. Yes.

Just what sort of work

do you want to do?

I'd like to go on the stage.

Can you act?

I did quite a lot in college.

Well, I know a lot of people in

the theater. Maybe I can help you.

That would be nice.

Uh-oh.

Bad news from the front.

Of all the dirty tricks!

What's the matter?

Somebody just murdered Dutch

Hoeffler. A friend of yours?

Yeah. No. No.

He's a gangster.

They want me to go over to Jersey

City right away and get the dope.

Well, didn't you tell them

you just got married?

Yes, I told them

and they told me

Dutch Hoeffler

just got murdered,

so what about it?

You see, I wrote the first story

on Dutch when he was first arrested.

Now it's all broken wide open.

I don't know what to do.

Of course you have to go,

darling.

It's not a very nice

wedding day for you.

I would marry a newspaperman.

I don't know

when I'll be back.

Oh, I... Here's the key

to the apartment.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Tommy.

Bye, Chris.

Well, I guess, I...

Oh, have some champagne.

No, thank you. I've been up so

long, I guess I'm a little jittery.

I don't wonder.

You must think I'm an awful

ninny, all my talk about marriage

and Chris' work, and now just

because he has to go to Jersey City...

I've got an idea.

I'm due at a dress rehearsal of a play

my company is considering for pictures.

If you want to go along it's okay.

You can leave whenever you want to.

Would it be all right?

Certainly.

And besides, you'll meet some people in

the theater it'll be good for you to know.

Oh, I'd love to go.

All right. Hey, boy.

Yes, sir.

Good evening, Madame Donato.

Hello, Mrs. Tyler.

Is Mr. Tyler in?

Yes. He just threw me out.

He is? Do you suppose it's

all right for me to go up?

I think if you be very quiet. It's

all right. I have work to do, too.

Good night.

Good night.

How are you, darling?

How'd the rehearsal go?

Oh, Chris, listen. Mr. Jennings

just gave me two new lines.

Isn't that marvelous?

Wonderful.

Listen, how's your work going?

Listen. Wait till I...

Listen to this...

I'm sorry. It wasn't

anything. You go on.

I just finished this

Mussolini thing for Sunday.

Oh, did you? Read it to me.

Want to hear it?

Yeah.

The disaster at Caporetto

was a nightmare five days old

and now still through the

village north of the Piave,

deserters slunk homeward

with no one to hinder them.

Italy had not been more utterly

at the mercy of the enemy

since the last of the Roman

legions fled from Attila.

Only one man to rally

a prostrate nation,

Mussolini raised

his shrill voice

above the babbling panic and put new

courage into the hearts of his countrymen.

That was his real beginning.

Oh, that's grand, Chris.

You think

that's all right, huh?

You don't think

it's too fancy?

Certainly not. Wait till

I put my things away.

I don't know. I think maybe

I'll tone it down a little.

I wouldn't change

a single word of it.

You wouldn't?

No.

Look, Chris, would you mind cuing me?

I want to be sure of these new lines.

Sure. Sure. Where does

it start? Right there?

"Bell. "

Yes, Mr. Cranton.

"And a little buttered toast. "

Yes, Mr. Cranton.

Mr. Cranton, I hope you won't

mind my saying this, but...

"Ahead my child. "

Well, I couldn't help overhearing

what Mr. Brown said to you,

and I want you to know that

I'm terribly sorry and if...

I'd do anything to help you.

Anything at all.

Look, darling, that last

line... Yes. What about it?

I don't think you mean that

you'd do anything for him.

I mean, when you say

"anything at all" like that,

it sort of sounds

as if you mean that...

That's the way I did it at

rehearsal, exactly like that.

Oh, I know, I know, but,

after all, you're just playing a maid's part.

You don't have to get so emotional about it.

I'm not emotional.

All right. Okay. I...

Okay. Forget about it.

I just thought... Now we'll

go on, here. "Kind of you. "

"Kind of you"?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Maybe I'd just better

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