Roberta Page #6

- Certainly.

You don't know it,

but this is a great moment in my life.

- Oh, thank you, Huck.

- Thank you.

Don't you think

this dress does something for me?

- It'll do something for me.

- Oh, now, Huck.

- A dress like this depends on...

- I know, it depends on that shoulder strap.

Has John seen it yet?

- Afraid he won't like it.

- And why not?

He thinks everything I wear is perfect.

If I ever ask him how he likes a dress,

he just looks at me

with calf-eyes and says,

"Gee, darling, you look swell."

I bet he won't say it about that one.

I'll bet you $100 he says,

"Gee, that looks swell."

- Make it francs, and it's a bet.

- Sold.

Look, John,

we want you to settle a little bet.

Sophie has a very important question

to ask you.

Gee, that's swell.

How do you like it? Isn't it a knockout?

It's the worst-looking thing I ever saw.

Gee, darling, you look terrible.

- Who sold it to you?

- Your partner.

She thought it brought out

something elegantly alluring in me.

Oh, she did, did she?

I'm sorry I said anything, Sophie.

It isn't your fault, you send it back.

I will not send it back.

It's the smartest thing in your shop.

But what do you know

about clothes anyway?

You make yourself ridiculous

by even discussing them.

I knew enough about them

to order that thing out of our line.

Let me tell you something, John Kent,

now that you think you know something

about women's clothes...

- Please.

- Now that you are carrying on

- with your dressmaker.

- Shut up.

I won't shut up. You're in love with her.

I could tell it

the minute she came into your office.

Let's go home.

I'll go home and I'll go home alone.

Suit yourself.

- What? You'd let me?

- Why not?

And now we're getting down to cases,

here's something I want to tell you.

You've bawled me out for the last time.

I've stood for all your knocking

and criticism

because it sounded so cute

coming from such a little snip.

And because I thought I loved you.

- Oh, you thought you loved me?

- Yes, and what a sap you've made of me.

Well, it certainly didn't take much effort.

And don't you ever

come crawling back to me again.

Because I'm through. Through!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Sure, but I thought you said

you were through.

- Well, I am.

- Well, goodbye!

Goodbye!

Noisy.

- Give me a dozen brandies.

- A dozen?

Yeah, and line them up right here.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No.

Think of what you're losing

by constantly refusing to dance with me

You'd be the idol of France with me

And yet you stand there

and shake your foolish head dramatically

While I wait here so ecstatically

You just look and say emphatically

Not this season

There's a reason

I won't dance

Don't ask me

I won't dance

Don't ask me

I won't dance, madam, with you

My heart won't let my feet

do things they should do

You know what? You're lovely

And so what? I'm lovely

But oh, what you do to me

I'm like an ocean wave

that's bumped on the shore

I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

Ah, but when you dance

you're charming and you're gentle

Especially when you do the Continental

But this feeling isn't purely mental

For heaven rest us, I'm not asbestos

And that's why I won't dance

Why should I?

I won't dance

How could I?

I won't dance, merci beaucoup

Won't you?

I know that music leads the way

to romance

And if I hold you in my arms I won't dance

Bravo! Bravo!

Good work.

I won't dance, ta-da-dah

I won't dance

Get the musicians, quick.

I want a drink, ta-da-dah

I want a drink, ta-da-dah

I want a drink, ta-da-dah

Your Highness, this is a great honor.

Broken down prince

rates a lot of trumpeting.

- What is it?

- You are going to sing for us.

- Oh, am I?

- Yes.

All right.

They asked me how I knew

My true love was true

I of course replied

Something here inside

Cannot be denied

They said someday

You'll find all who love are blind

When your heart's on fire

You must realize

smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed

To think they could doubt my love

Yet today my love has flown away

I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride

Tears I cannot hide

So I smile and say

When the lovely flame dies

Smoke gets

in your eyes

They said someday

you'll find all who love are blind

When your heart's on fire

You must realize

Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed

To think I could

Doubt my love

Yet to... my love

- Nice of you to join us.

- Now, don't try and high-hat me

just because you happen to be

with a broken-down prince.

- Please go away, John.

- No, I wanna talk to you.

- You're not yourself.

- Yes, I am. I'm twice myself.

I wanna talk to you.

What do you mean selling that dress?

Didn't I tell you to throw it out?

- I didn't intend to.

- You did, too.

It was a dirty trick to play

on a friend of mine.

- Please go away, Mr. Kent.

- You stick to your own business.

- Laddie, please.

- Well, what have you got to say?

- I've nothing to say.

- Oh, you have nothing to say.

Well, I have.

And I think it was a sneaking thing to do.

Telling Sophie she looked

elegantly alluring in an ugly, vulgar...

- Please, John, tomorrow.

- No, I want it out, now.

All right, I'll tell you.

I sold her that vulgar, tasteless dress

because I thought it suited her perfectly.

I think she suits you perfectly.

I think you're perfectly matched.

And after this, you'd better count

on running your business without me.

- Stephanie, I...

- Now, will you please go?

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed

To think they could doubt my love

Yet today my love has flown away

I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride

Tears I cannot hide

So

I smile and say

When the lovely flame

dies

Smoke gets in your...

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I know, but look, this is no joke.

I didn't say I'd take care of your silly

dressmaking business indefinitely.

But you can't give it to me. I won't take it.

- You've got a band to look after.

- I've got a band to look after.

I know, but John,

Stephanie isn't here, either.

- Monsieur.

- What? Yeah, the one with the spots.

What? Well, how do I know were she is?

I only agreed to do this thing

to help you out, you know.

But it isn't my racket either.

- Tell him you've got a band!

- I've got a band!

And both the band and the shop

will be on the rocks this way!

I don't care which one you use.

They're both terrible.

What? Yeah, that was the Countess.

Well, what about it?

- Yes, but don't you think...

- I don't think...

Look, use the other one, the both of them.

The whole flock of them. Out. Out.

What?

Look, John, if I knew

where Stephanie was

I wouldn't be wasting my time

with you, babe.

I know,

but somebody's got to come and take

this ridiculous business off my shoulders.

In the four days I've been here,

my voice is beginning to change.

John, but wait. Don't hang up.

He won't come back.

Now what am I gonna do?

- You're not asking my opinion, are you?

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