Roberta Page #5

They'll be much more independent.

As a matter of fact... As a matter of fact,

pockets will make

the female more female.

Very nice.

And gloves attached to the dress,

so they won't get lost.

They'll be worn on a jeweled...

Around the neck.

Brilliant!

Well, I really must be going now.

- Oh, that's too bad.

- That's fine.

- Have you had enough?

- Yes, I think I have quite enough.

- Now tell me, what paper will this be in?

- Paper?

Why, I'm Miss Jones. I'm syndicated.

When you talk to me,

you're telling the world.

How was I, toots?

Pardon, monsieur, a lady to see you.

- Another newspaper woman?

- An American, I think.

A Miss Teale.

Sophie! Send her in, please.

Huck, she's here.

That's great, and just when

you were getting along so swell.

You don't appreciate her.

I know she seems

a little hard and sophisticated.

But underneath she's a pearl.

And a pearl, so I am told,

is the result

of a chronic irritation on an oyster.

What do you know

about anything, anyway?

- I know about everything, every way.

- Then you must know Sophie's swell.

John, every day you act worse,

but today you're acting like tomorrow.

- Hello, John.

- Sophie!

You're awfully hard to see

since you became a couturier.

Not for you, Sophie.

When did you arrive in Paris?

This morning.

How long are you going to stay?

Oh, hello, Huckleberry.

Hello, Soph.

Mother and I

are going to Switzerland on Saturday.

Goodbye, John. I'll see you Sunday.

Don't mind him, he's only clowning.

Thank you, dear.

Well, so you're here now.

Yes.

- Aren't you pleased to see me?

- Sophie, I've tried to forget you.

And have you, John?

I thought I had,

but now I know I haven't.

Gee, you're swell.

John, you have a line

that just sweeps a girl right off her feet.

Yeah, sure.

When are you going to show me Paris?

You'd be bored seeing Paris

with a small-town hick like me,

who only knows how to order

meat and potatoes and pie.

Oh, please forget I ever said those things.

I only said them

because you were going away.

I didn't want you to go.

- I loved you so much.

- It was a funny way to love me.

But, John, darling,

don't you ever say things you don't mean?

No.

Well, maybe I do.

Don't cry, Sophie, I don't like it.

I can't help it. I'm so unhappy.

I came all the way to Paris just to see you.

- Only to find you don't love me anymore.

- But I do, Sophie, honest I do.

Oh, John.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Oh, come in, Stephanie.

May I present Miss Sophie Teale?

My partner Stephanie.

How do you do?

When I come in for a new gown,

may I ask for you?

Oh, that'll be swell.

Well, I'll run along.

I know how busy you are.

- No, I'll see you to the door.

- No. No. Business before pleasure.

But I'll save Wednesday for you.

Lunch and dinner and the evening.

That's fine. It's a date.

Goodbye, miss.

- Stephanie, I want to...

- Why, when you have time,

- I wish you'd look over these materials.

- But I want to tell you about Sophie.

- She's very lovely.

- Yes, that is... I mean she...

Holy smokes,

haven't we a date for next Wednesday?

Oh, have we? I'm sure we haven't.

This we call le lys dor.

If I weren't going out with Johnny,

I wouldn't be so particular.

But I'm sure he'll want me to have

something that expresses my personality.

Suppose we have Johnny come in

and help you select something.

He knows so much more

about your personality than I do.

Oh, no. No, please. I want to surprise him.

You know, he's really just a little boy

in spite of his man-of-the-world exterior.

Yes, I suspected that.

I'll see what else I can get for you.

- Oh, hello, Huck.

- Hello.

If you're looking for Johnny,

he's in conference with his lawyer.

Well, then,

maybe you'll have lunch with me.

- Are you busy?

- Very.

I'm trying to find something to suit

the personality of Miss Sophie Teale.

Then you are busy.

Liane.

Excuse me, won't you?

Liane, that dress was discarded.

Why do you have it on?

Albert wanted to make a new top for it.

Oh, all right. Fine.

- Is Miss Teale's personality in there?

- Yes, right in there.

I'll go and torment her a while.

Is that beautiful.

And just made for you, Soph.

- Oh, hello. Do you really think it suits me?

- Oh, certainly.

A little longer sleeves,

it would make an ideal straitjacket.

Some day, by sheer accident,

you're going to say

something funny, Huck.

Oh, Soph, now don't be like that.

Do you mind if I sit here

and help you pick out a gown?

No, I'm trying to find something

that John will like on me.

Something startling.

John loves to be startled by girls' dresses.

Here is a gown

that might please you, Miss Teale.

This gown has both chic

and good breeding.

I'm more interested in its chic.

I can supply the breeding myself.

I know the dress.

Look, Stephanie, you know that one that...

It sort of begins and then in the...

You know, the black one.

- The black one?

- Yes, the one you put aside.

Oh, no. No, I can't.

Oh, yes, you can, Stephanie.

Show it to Miss Teale.

- I know she'd like it.

- Oh, no, Mr. Kent wouldn't...

I'm quite sure Mr. Kent would want

me to see any model you have.

Please have it shown

as quickly as possible.

That's it, Stephanie, please have it shown

as quickly as possible.

Just because it's been set aside

for a marquise,

doesn't mean that it can't be shown.

Very well. Anna, have Liane model

la sirene noire at once, please.

Oh, thank you, Huck.

Now we're getting someplace.

- She'll probably like that dress.

- She's going to like it.

When John sees her in it, oh boy,

he's gonna make her walk home,

ocean and all.

- No, he won't. He's in love with her.

- He only thinks he is.

If he were, would you mind?

I am minding, Huck. Terribly.

Can't you hurry that model?

Yes. Yes, Miss Teale.

Well, now that's the smartest thing

you've shown me. I like it.

It's been discarded.

It wasn't put aside for anyone.

- Huck was mistaken about that.

- Oh, I see.

Well, I think I'll have it just the same.

What shall I do?

You're doing fine.

- How much is it?

- It's only 1,000 francs.

It's hardly worthy of you.

I'm afraid she's right, Sophie.

You know it may not be so becoming.

You're not a very good saleslady.

Maybe I'm wrong, Miss Teale.

That dress might suit you very well.

This is the bit of international diplomacy

I shall boast about to my grandchildren,

the nasty little demons.

I'll take the dress.

But I want to try it on first.

The more I think of it, the more I am sure

the dress will bring out

something elegantly alluring in you.

Well, I always know the moment

I see a dress

whether it'll be right for me or not.

I'll take this drink and then the food.

- Gee, I'm starved.

- Me, too.

- Hello, hello, hello.

- Oh, hello, Huck.

- Hello, Soph.

- Hello.

Oh, say, Huck,

will you take care of Sophie for a minute?

I want to see about a table.

Pardon me, Sophie.

- Here's a drink waiting for you.

- Oh, thanks, John. Thanks.

- Got the new dress on, Soph?

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