Shall We Dance Page #2

l wouldn't know what to do.

l wouldn't know what to say.

-All right, l stay here in Paris.

-But l'll think of something.

l'll connive, l'll connive something good.

Good.

Peter.

Hello, Denise.

l feel very bad

because l'm not going with you.

-So do l.

-ls your wife going with you?

My wife, l haven't any wife.

Jeffrey told me it was a secret

for professional reasons.

Oh, Jeffrey.

Did he mention how long l'd been married?

Yes, he did.

lmmediately after dear Tarrington

took me away from you.

Dear Tarrington.

-ls she sailing with you?

-Who?

Oh, my wife, yes, of course.

l'd love to meet her.

Well, you couldn't.

She's busy with the children now.

Children? But Jeffrey didn't tell me.

Jeffrey doesn't know everything.

lmagine, married four years.

lmagine.

-And how many little ones are there?

-Five.

-Five?

-Well, twins.

-How wonderful.

-lsn't it?

-All visitors ashore,

-Well, goodbye, Denise.

-Sweet of you to see me off.

-Goodbye, Peter.

Bon voyage,

Miss Keene, l know,

wants me to tell you...

how much she hates

leaving her dear Paris.

She's enjoyed everything about it,

and everybody in it.

All visitors ashore,

Monsieur Petrov, a picture, please.

Thank you.

-One more, please.

-All right.

l certainly do envy you, Pete,

going home at last.

l kind of like the idea myself.

All right, so long, fellows,

thanks for everything.

Bye-bye.

Miss Keene.

Why, just Petrov.

You come to see me go, nyet?

Yes, isn't it sweet of me?

l know you come.

Petrov, l have been looking all over for....

-l beg your pardon.

-Miss Keene, my friend, Jeffrey Baird.

-How do you do?

-Really, Miss Keene....

What did you say?

Me? Nothing.

What's the matter with you,

you got a cold?

No, l feel like you say, good.

Well, you don't sound so good.

What's the matter with you?

Doesn't Mr. Baird understand Russian?

-Not a--

-Yes.

What?

What sort of a game is this?

lt's just a game little American boys play.

l beg your pardon, sir.

-We can't find Mr. Petrov.

-Well, you've got to find him.

He's probably practicing

that jiggling somewhere.

l've looked everywhere, sir.

Splendid service, that's all l can say.

Bring the world's leading ballet

dancer aboard this ship...

and he disappears from his stateroom

under your very nose.

Well, he might be

in someone's else's stateroom, sir.

What would he be doing

in someone else's stateroom?

That would be entirely up to him, sir.

You aren't really serious

about that marriage idea, Lynn?

No, Arthur?

What about me?

l'm sorry, but l'm facing real happiness

for the first time in my life.

Yes, and l'm facing bankruptcy...

for the third time in my life.

-Steward, miss.

-Come in.

l ordered lunch for us.

You can put the table right here.

l guess we won't be having

many more of these together.

Lynn, l still think you're a sap

to walk out on me just to get married.

No, l'm tired of living the kind of life

l've been leading.

Look, Lynn, l'll give you $10,000 more

than l gave you last year.

You don't understand,

your kind never does.

Money, isn't everything.

But, Lynn, after all these years together.

Arthur, l'm tired of being pawed.

l beg your pardon.

My compliments, miss...

and as for you, sir, shame.

You misled me, you tricked me.

You knew that she was going

to take this boat.

l'll admit the charge and plead

in extenuation my extreme youth.

And where have you been all day?

With that woman?

Not that woman, Jeff. The woman.

But l wasn't with her, and furthermore,

she hasn't left her room all day, darn it.

Probably one of those night prowlers.

But she's not going to prowl

too near you...

because l intend to accompany you

all evening.

-Good, maybe she's got a friend.

-Really?

What's the matter, what are you doing?

What are you weaving about like that for?

-Weaving?

-Yes.

l'm not weaving.

lt's the boat.

You mean this boat's doing that?

Of course, it must be getting choppy out.

Of course.

-Why, Jeff, what's the matter?

-Nothing, l'm all right, l think.

l guess.

-You look terrible.

-Do l?

Why, yes, you're all white,

sort of green, kind of yellowish.

-Maybe you ought to go to bed.

-Maybe.

No, maybe l better get some air.

-Do you mind?

-Not at all.

-What's the matter, old man?

-lt's the boat.

The whole boat is weaving.

There, is that better?

l don't know, really, l don't know.

-Straight lemon juice, please.

-l wouldn't drink that.

-No?

-lt'll make you seasick.

What this gentleman needs is champagne.

Champagne? No, l've never touched

champagne in all my life.

-l refuse to touch it.

-You can watch me, then.

-Keep them coming.

-Yes, sir.

Nothing.

Tell me the truth, do l look bad to you?

To tell you the truth,

l don't know you well to tell you the truth.

Miss Keene, you remember the night

we met in Paris?

Yes, l remember.

Wait a minute, please.

l want to explain.

You see, l once saw a photograph of you...

and l decided right then and there

that l simply had to meet you.

And l tried every way but...

nobody in Paris

seemed to know you and....

Everybody in Paris knows Linda Keene...

everybody worth knowing.

Of course, but l just don't seem

to know the right people yet.

Couldn't you do something about that

right now...

as one Yankee to another?

l'm from the South.

Maybe you all's from the North.

lt's funny, dogs have an instinct

for the right people.

How do you like that?

lt's marvelous how you can do it

with so many at one time.

-Let's drink to that.

-Steward.

Another bottle of this lemon.

He's gone to bed, must be late.

What time is it?

What does your watch say?

lt says tick-tick-tick.

Hey, Jeffrey.

Hello, good morning.

What's the matter, you lose something?

l got great news for you, old man,

you're not going to be seasick.

The captain just told me this will continue

to be the smoothest trip in 10 years.

l don't see why you should

have such a big head.

-You only had one glass.

-Yes, but you kept filling it.

Your breakfast, sir.

What'll l do?

Before you do anything,

you'd better put that breakfast away.

That'll save me an extra trip.

Come here, darling.

What has happened?

You ruined your sweater,

now l'll have to fix it.

lsn't it wonderful

being here tonight like this?

Still on the same boat together.

l seldom change boats in mid-ocean.

l mean, look how lucky l am.

The first time l find myself on a boat

with somebody like you...

it turns out to be you.

Fellows, listen to this.

''Lady Tarrington left this morning

on the S,S, Marseilles,,,

''for a trip to America to visit her friends

Mr. and Mrs. Petrov...

''who are aboard the S,S, Queen Anne,

''Upon further questioning...

''it was learned that the Petrovs

have been married for some time...

''their marriage not having heretofore

been disclosed for professional reasons.''

That is news for your morning bulletin.

That must be the musical comedy star

he's with so much, Linda Keene.

By George, you're right.

Sparks just told me that ballet dancer,

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