Roberta Page #7

- Yes. No.

Pardon, monsieur, but do you think

we should use matelass for

the "after twilight" number or paillettes?

And what about the tippet?

- Well, what do you think?

- I wouldn't know, monsieur.

Well, personally,

I go in for the simple things.

- Which is the simpler?

- There is no difference, monsieur.

Well, then,

use whichever we have the most of.

We have plenty of all.

Oh, we have?

- Well, then use a little of each.

- A sort of a patchwork quilt.

Yeah. No.

It will be newer that way

and have much more chic.

Tell Madame Blanchard

that's my final decision.

Stephanie.

- I knew you'd come back.

- I came back to tell John Kent he's insane.

Where is he? Look at those.

How do you think

women are going to react to those?

Where is Mr. Kent?

Oh, he's not here.

He's been staying away, too.

- Who has been running the business?

- Did you say running or ruining?

Well, someone had to do it.

You and John left it flat.

But I thought surely he was here.

Well, if he were, he doesn't know

any more about it than Huck does.

Not as much.

You are the one who is needed, Stephanie.

Well, that's impossible.

Why? Just because you and John

are in love with each other?

Don't be fantastic, Huck.

John isn't in love with me.

Is it fantastic when a man

is eating his heart out for you?

When your name is continually on his lips?

When he stands around

dark street corners

just to get a glimpse of you?

- He doesn't.

- He does, and more.

Everyone around here knows it

but you, Stephanie.

And maybe John.

- But he's always quarreling with me.

- Well, what more can you ask?

Oh, that's nothing. People in love

are always quarreling with each other.

Now you take Liz and myself for instance.

Liz? Who is this Liz?

Oh, a little country girl from back home

that I'm thinking of marrying.

You know, big feet, dumb, simple.

Oh, very simple.

Well, the simple and dumb ones

make the best wives sometimes.

Well, forgetting about this girl of Huck's

from back home, with the big feet,

what about Roberta? What about John?

Yes, Stephanie, you must come back

for Aunt Minnie's sake.

No, I'm sorry. I can't.

Stephanie, you must.

Come in.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, mademoiselle, I am so happy.

Now you can...

Give those to Mr. Haines, Albert.

Well, there are some dresses

that men will fall for.

- I practically designed those myself.

- I've seen worse, darling, but not much.

And what do you think, Stephanie?

Are they as bad as that?

Well, the men may like them,

but I'm sure the women won't.

Well, maybe you're right

and maybe you're wrong.

- We'll just have to try them out, I guess.

- But, Huck, you can't.

Roberta's never put out clothes like those.

Roberta's is in new hands now.

But this is like the mode

two seasons back.

I know, but I liked them better then.

But nobody will buy them.

Well, you'd be laughed out of Paris

if you did a thing like that.

The trend is away from such styles.

- I'm not interested in the trend.

- But you've got to be.

You don't understand.

You're giving a fashion show next week.

Every couturier in Europe

is going to be watching.

You can't afford to show

models like those.

Well, of course you cannot.

Stephanie is right!

What does it matter

as long as they're pretty?

But clothes must be more than pretty.

Look, the trouble with that is it...

It fits in the wrong places.

Such a pity.

The famous Roberta to go second rate.

- Roberta's will never go second rate.

- Who is to stop it?

The fashion show next week

will be a colossal flop.

Maybe we should call off

the fashion show.

I think so.

- We might better put on a good one.

- Now you're talking, Stephanie.

We'll put on a better-than-good one.

We'll give them some entertainment, too.

- How about your band?

- That's a great idea.

- Yeah.

- We'll bring over my band.

- A musical fashion show.

- Yes, that's it.

- It'll be marvelous.

- And you can make the new designs.

We endorse this polo rig, of course

And for an added 1,000 francs

we furnish horses

Or if you're doing splits on skis

at St. Moritz

You'd be the best-dressed

"faller-downer" on the courses

Now take the dowager who is glad

to leave her watchman for tea

She'll wear this patriotic plaid

and meet that Scotchman for tea

When summertime begins

this costume always wins

When 50 million little Frenchmen

clap their fins

For hunting grouse or quail

Roberta ran up this suit

The modest price includes

the bag, the gun and two ducks to shoot

And should Amelia Earhart care

to get a breath of air

this is the last thing in the world

she'd ever wear

- Ladislaw, are we gathering later?

- The Princess begs to be excused.

We are leaving for Rome

immediately the showing is finished.

It is the hour for dry martinis

The park is full of little Fords

and Isotta Fraschinis

The Ritz bar is serving caviar and weenies

Madame is there

And from Roberta she has something

that is too divine on

The sort of thing your jealous friends

would love to spill their wine on

For your inspection, our cocktail collection

Clothes must play a part

To light an eye, to win a heart

They say a gown can almost speak

If it is chic

Should you select the right effect

you cannot miss

And night and day

He is sure to say

Lovely to look at

delightful to know

And heaven to kiss

A combination like this

Is quite my most impossible scheme

come true

lmagine finding a dream like you

You're lovely to look at

It's thrilling to hold you

Terribly tight

For we're together, the moon is new

And oh, it's lovely to look at you

Tonight

You're lovely to look at

Delightful to know

And heaven to kiss

Heaven to kiss

A combination like this

Is quite my most impossible

scheme come true

lmagine finding a dream like you

You're lovely to look at

It's thrilling to hold you

Terribly tight

For we're together, the moon is new

And oh, it's lovely to look at you

Tonight

So lovely to look at

Delightful to know

And heaven to kiss

A combination like this

Is quite my most impossible scheme

come true

lmagine finding a dream like you

You're lovely to look at

It's thrilling to hold you terribly tight

For we're together, the moon is new

It's lovely to look at you

Tonight

I have never seen

Princess Stephanie look so lovely.

Yes. We shall miss her now that

she and Prince Ladislaw are leaving Paris.

Oh, did she marry him?

At night when madame

leaves the quiet of her hall room

To drag her very weary feet

around the ballroom

Her clothes and jewels must be

a monument of power

I mean, the monument

they call the Eiffel Tower

We'll show you the gown we made

Marie,

Queen of Romania

We also ran up three of these

for Mrs. Smudge, Pennsylvania

The lights are low, here we go

Lovely to look at, delightful to know

And heaven to kiss

A combination like this

Is quite my most impossible dream

come true

lmagine finding a boy like you

You're lovely to look at

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