Sabrina Page #2

I mean

she loves the cooking school, sir.

But she'll get over it.

And now, mesdames et messieurs,

soon we will see how you have learnt

the lesson of the souffl.

The souffl, it must be gay.

Gay.

Like two butterflies dancing

the waltz in the summer breeze.

Very well. You have five seconds!

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

To the ovens!

Too low.

Too pale.

Too heavy.

Too low.

Too high. You are exaggerating.

Fair.

So-so.

Sloppy.

Mmm! Superb! My dear Baron,

you have not lost your touch.

Much too low.

- I don't know what happened.

- I will tell you.

You forgot to turn on the oven.

I have been watching you.

Your mind has not been on the

cooking. It has been elsewhere.

You're in love. And I will venture

to go a step further.

- You are unhappily in love.

- Does it show?

Very clearly. A woman happily

in love, she burns the souffl.

A woman unhappily in love,

she forgets to turn on the oven.

- Am I correct?

- Yes. But I'm trying to get over it.

Why try to get over it? You speak

of love like it was a bad cough.

He doesn't even know I exist.

I might as well be reaching

for the moon.

The moon?

Oh, you young people

are so old-fashioned!

Have you not heard? We are building

rockets to reach the moon.

To begin with, you must stop looking

like a horse.

Horse?

"His name is Baron Saint Fontanel. "

Baron!

"He came here for a refresher course

in souffls

and liked me so much he decided

to stay on for the fish. "

- What does she say about David?

- David? She's got a baron!

"The Baron is 74 years old,

and very sweet and very wise. "

"He has a box at the opera,

a racing stable, wonderful paintings

and his own vineyards. "

"Tomorrow night he is taking me

to a very fashionable charity ball

and I have a dress

just for the occasion. "

"If David could only see me in it. "

"Yards of skirt

and way off the shoulders. "

Good morning, sir.

- Morning. What's going on?

- A letter from Sabrina.

Wouldn't you like to read it?

There's something about you.

- Poor Sabrina.

- What's wrong with him?

He's getting married again.

- He is?

- Number four.

Who says so?

Cholly Knickerbocker. Don't you

people ever read the society columns?

- Is my brother in?

- Yes, Mr. David, but he's very busy.

- I want to see him.

- How about 3:
30?

- I want to see him now!

- I'm sorry. I have my orders.

He's working on the plastics deal.

Press that button,

or I'll break that door down

using you as a battering ram!

- Mr. David!

- Make up your mind!

Linus, I want to talk to you!

- Ask for an appointment.

- Don't give me that! I'm mad!

Alright, gentlemen,

I'll be ten minutes.

Now what's the trouble?

How did this get in the paper?

"David Larrabee is to marry again. "

"The girl is Elizabeth Tyson

of the Oyster Bay Tysons. "

- Congratulations.

- Did you plant this?

It's common knowledge about you and

Elizabeth Tyson. Don't you like her?

I like her a lot.

I like a lot of girls a lot.

- You can say that again.

- What are you doing with that gun?

Put that thing away, Linus!

Look at that. The greatest plastic

ever made. Not a scratch.

I wonder how this'd stand up

against a bazooka.

Miss McCardle, ask General Stanton

if we can borrow a bazooka.

Yes, Mr. Larrabee.

- To get back to my problem...

- Lend me your lighter.

Linus, I have no intention

of marrying Elizabeth Tyson!

Doesn't burn, doesn't scorch,

doesn't melt. How about that!

I've been married before.

I've had it three times.

This time the family approves.

You're going to do

something constructive. Taste it.

What's constructive

about marrying her?

- Taste it.

- It's sweet.

It's made of sugar cane.

Sugar cane.

Wait a minute.

The Tysons own the largest holdings

of sugar cane in Puerto Rico!

Second largest.

The largest have no daughter.

It's all beginning to make sense.

Mr. Tyson owns the sugar cane,

you own the formula for the plastics

and I'm offered as a sacrifice

on the altar of industrial progress!

You make it sound as if the son

of the hot-dog dynasty

had to marry the daughter

of the mustard king.

Surely you don't object to Elizabeth

because her father has $20 million?

That's very narrow-minded of you.

Just one thing. I haven't proposed

and she hasn't accepted.

Oh, don't worry.

I proposed and Mr. Tyson accepted.

- Did you kiss him?

- Elizabeth is a lovely girl.

Sooner or later you'll propose.

I'm helping you make up your mind.

- Then you marry her.

- Me?

What's so funny?

If I got married, I'd have to take

a Dictaphone, two secretaries

and four corporation counsellors

along on the honeymoon.

I'd be unfaithful to my wife

every night

with vice presidents, boards of

directors, slide-rule accountants...

This... this is my home.

No wife would ever understand it.

Nor me. You've got all the money

in the world.

Making money isn't the main point

of business. Money is a by-product.

- What's the main objective? Power?

- Ah! That's become a dirty word.

What's the urge? You're going into

plastics. What will that prove?

Prove? Nothing much.

A new product has been found,

something of use to the world.

A new industry moves into

an undeveloped area.

Factories go up, machines go in

and you're in business.

It's coincidental that people who've

never seen a dime now have a dollar

and barefooted kids wear shoes

and have their faces washed.

What's wrong with an urge

that gives people libraries,

hospitals, baseball diamonds

and movies on a Saturday night?

- Send in the secretaries.

- Yes, Mr. Larrabee.

You make me feel like a heel.

If I don't marry her, some kid

will run around Puerto Rico barefoot!

Look at this stuff.

Planes and suits will be made of it

and you'll probably be able

to eat it.

We're organising Larrabee Plastics.

Larrabee Construction has the plans.

Larrabee Shipping bought nine more

freighters to handle the traffic.

- The wheels are in motion already?

- That's what I mean.

Would you demonstrate the weight test

to Mr. David, please?

- Linus, I believe you.

- Up you go.

I want you to see

how resilient it is.

Bounce, please, ladies.

Some plastic, eh?

We'd like a summer wedding

to get in on this year's sugar crop.

Yeah.

I think

you're going to be very happy.

Dearest Father,

we shall be graduating next week

and I shall be getting my diploma.

I want to thank you now for the two

most wonderful years of my life.

I shall always love you

for sending me here.

It is late at night

and someone across the way

is playing "La Vie En Rose".

It is the French way of saying,

I am looking at the world

through rose-coloured glasses.

It says everything I feel.

I have learnt so many things,

Father.

Not just how to make vichyssoise or

calf's head with sauce vinaigrette,

but a much more important recipe.

I have learnt how to live,

how to be in the world

and of the world...

.. and not just to stand aside

and watch.

And I will never, never again

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