Sabrina Page #4

- Is she dancing with David?

- That's right.

He's holding her so close

I don't see how she can breathe.

And the way they look

into each other's eyes...

- I don't like it.

- Tom, be happy for her.

This is what she wanted.

It's where she belongs.

It's not.

And it's not where I belong.

Remember the chauffeur

on the Harrington estate?

His daughter fell in love

with the son.

Next he was driving the family

to the church, changing his uniform

and then giving the bride away.

- That's not for me. I don't like it.

- That was 25 years ago.

Come on. Let's sneak up and see her.

David?

- Hello, Mother.

- I don't know this lady.

- You do.

- Good evening, Mrs. Larrabee.

- Mother, this is Miss Fairchild.

- Sabrina?

Yes, of course.

Yes, of course.

Of course. Sabrina.

You didn't recognise me, did you?

Have I changed?

You certainly have.

You look lovely, Sabrina.

I thought it'd be fun to ask her

to the party as a welcome home.

David's been wonderful.

He met me at the station.

Did he? How nice of him.

- She's been to Paris.

- Yes, I know.

Come and cook something

very special for us, Sabrina.

- I want to see what you've learnt.

- I've learnt a lot.

Bye.

This is such fun. So much more fun

than just watching from that tree.

I'm glad you came home.

I'll never let you go away again.

- Never?

- Never.

Would you like to kiss me?

- Would I?

- Yes. A nice, steady kiss.

- Not on roller skates this time.

- Roller skates?

- You don't remember?

- I remember I had a pair.

I was nine

and you had your arms around me

because you were teaching me

to skate backwards.

Suddenly, you kissed me.

I've never forgotten.

- Sabrina, let's get out of here.

- Yes, let's.

I tell you what. You slip away first.

I'll meet you at...

The indoor tennis court.

- And you'll bring champagne.

- Of course.

You saw a lot from that tree!

Will you have the orchestra play

Isn't It Romantic?

Naturally.

- Where's David?

- He's being a good host.

I'll get him out of circulation.

Thank you.

Got a minute, David?

- Not now.

- The old man wants to see you.

- I'm busy.

- He's frothing at the mouth.

- What about?

- You guess.

- Animal, vegetable or mineral?

- Definitely animal.

Linus, this boy should be drummed out

of the family!

What have I done now?

I'm not saying

all Larrabees have been saints.

Thomas Larrabee was hung for piracy.

Benjamin Larrabee was a slave trader.

And Joshua Larrabee was shot

while attempting to rob a train.

But no Larrabee has behaved

as you have behaved tonight!

- Exactly what have I done?

- Done?

Father,

remember your basal metabolism.

Making love to a servant

in your mother's house!

- She is not a servant.

- She's a servant's daughter.

You have embarrassed

your mother and our chauffeur.

I've too much respect for Fairchild

to intrude on his personal life.

You should have that respect for her.

I have so much respect for her

I invited her.

- That's overdoing it.

- I love her!

He loves her!

Next thing he'll elope with the girl

in the middle of the night!

Maybe!

I'll overlook you're an engaged man

and remind you of your marital record

to date.

I know, Father.

I made three mistakes.

First, that Hungarian countess, who

married you to bring her family over.

Her parents and five brothers, all of

them needing costly dental repairs!

- Do we have to go through it again?

- Then that Twyman girl.

Her family 50 years

on the social register.

She wore on her wedding dress not

a corsage but a Stevenson button!

You promised not to swear.

Then that great actress!

All she does is commercials on

television for an underarm deodorant.

And now our chauffeur's daughter!

- Father, are you through?

- I am not through!

I'm sure Linus

has a few words to say.

I do.

But you won't like them, Father.

- You're being unfair to David.

- I'm what?

David's old enough to live his life.

- If she's the girl for him...

- Nonsense!

You really mean that?

It would knock your plans.

The plastics merger? Forget it.

If you love her, take her.

- This is the 20th century.

- The 20th century?

I could pick a century out of a hat

and get a better one!

You will get rid of that girl

and apologise to your fiance!

Now, Father, don't push him. Let's

discuss this like civilised people.

- Sit down, David.

- Thank you, Linus.

I have to go. You two work it out.

- Do you want me to help you?

- Of course.

Then sit down.

You're the only one who understands.

- What is it? What happened?

- Champagne glasses. I sat on them.

- On the chair?

- No. In my pocket!

Sabrina?

Hello.

You did order champagne, didn't you?

- What are you doing here?

- David sent me.

- Isn't he coming?

- I don't think he can make it.

- What happened?

- He got stuck.

Stuck?

Nothing serious.

One of those things.

Shall I serve it up there

or will you come down?

- Up there? Alright.

- No, I'll come down.

We meet under the most peculiar

circumstances.

Either you're under eight cars

looking for a spark plug

or you're up here umpiring a tennis

match between two imaginary players.

Oh, you look lovely, Sabrina.

And very grown up.

- I'll get back to the party.

- And leave me here?

What did David say?

I haven't seen him in such a state

since he was kicked in the head

by a polo pony.

- That's nice.

- Amnesia has definitely set in.

He's completely forgotten

he's engaged. He wants you.

And I want him. I've been in love

with him all my life.

- There goes the engagement!

- You don't object?

Object? To you? It's as though

a window had been thrown open

and a lovely breeze swept through

this stuffy house.

How could I object?

Even though the breeze

comes from the garage?

This is the 20th century, Sabrina.

Thank you. Let's drink to that.

Sorry it isn't David here instead

of me. But it's all in the family.

When you walked in,

I was sure you'd been sent

by the family to deal with me.

- To deal with you?

- Like in a Viennese operetta.

The young prince falls in love

with a waitress

and the prime minister is sent

to buy her off.

- Buy her off?

- Yes.

He offers her 5,000 kronen.

"No," she says.

"10,000?" "No. "

- 15,000 kronen?

- No.

- 25,000 kronen?

- No.

- 25,000 dollars?

- No. How did dollars get into this?

25,000 dollars after taxes,

that's a lot of money.

What are you saying?

I'm making it worthwhile.

What's a krone these days?

No self-respecting prime minister

would offer kronen.

No self-respecting waitress

would take dollars.

Good girl.

Say, how does this operetta end?

What's the last act?

I don't know. I guess they run away

to America on a zeppelin

with everybody singing like mad.

- They open a brewery in Milwaukee?

- Yes.

- A love that made Milwaukee famous.

- Prosit.

There it is.

The song they were playing

the night before I went away.

David was right here,

dancing it with somebody else.

Tonight, I wanted it to be me.

It's all in the family.

How can we make sure that

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