Tarzan and His Mate Page #3

- Dance.

A glass of champagne...

sitting with real people

and listening to the music.

Real people. I wonder.

Well, at least the men are civilized.

- Does that make them any better?

- For women.

Men never get a proper sense of values

until they've been about a bit.

Look at Cheetah.

There's your civilization for you.

Come on, where's your vanity?

Wouldn't you like

to get all dressed up again?

Not that I have any complaints

on that score.

Why, I had this specially designed for me.

You haven't completely lost

your interest in clothes?

- What woman ever does?

- No smart one.

Good. Come along.

Why, Harry? What is it?

- Harry's got a surprise for you.

- Surprise?

You wait and see.

They're lovely!

- I'm glad you like them.

- Like them?

Harry, they're gorgeous!

- You are a darling!

- Give me a little credit.

I shopped all over Paris

to get them for you.

Look at this little thing.

It isn't much bigger

than a postage stamp, is it?

But it's smart.

You look like the Jane Parker

I used to know.

Makes me feel like her.

- Not much good for climbing trees.

- Not much.

These are rather sheer, I think.

Give them to me.

There's no jungle flower

with a perfume like this.

Eyebrow pencil, lipstick...

Indelible. Doesn't come off

when you're kissed.

I brought all the allurements.

For two bachelors, you seem to know

a great deal about what women wear.

I've done my share of shopping.

Lovely.

Well, now I'd better find a dress.

This one is the same color...

as the one you wore that night

at the dance at Mrs. Cutten's.

How sweet of you to remember.

The effect seems to be

to promise to show something...

that's never quite shown.

- It's lined.

- They're like that now.

- They are?

- Yes, London's gone leg-conscious.

I'm glad you haven't.

I like you just as you are.

How styles have changed, haven't they?

I wouldn't have believed it possible

in such a short time.

I probably wouldn't know

how to wear this anyway.

- Try it on.

- Yes, we'll clear out of your boudoir.

A gramophone?

Are we going to have music?

These records are four months old,

but they'll probably be new to you.

I'm going to try these on.

But I want you to understand...

- it's not going to make any difference.

- Difference?

- You want me to go back.

- You must go back.

- Why?

- You can't stay here.

Supposing anything happened to him.

You couldn't live.

- I don't think I'd want to.

- That's nonsense.

- Suppose he were to die.

- Why should he?

Anything can happen in this place.

Where would you be then?

Where would he be if I went back?

We'll let him come along, too.

Tarzan over there? Then he would die.

- Come on. You're holding up the show.

- Right.

Run along. I won't be a minute. Go on.

She's priceless.

A woman who's learned

the abandon of a savage...

yet she'd be at home in Mayfair.

- She's not interested in Mayfair.

- Nonsense.

She's weakening already, you lucky pup.

- I don't think so.

- You'll get her back.

This is raw nature, old man.

Survival of fittest.

Up here, the fittest means Tarzan,

and he wouldn't let her go.

If she wants to go how can he stop her?

Good heavens, Martin, he's...

He's not an animal.

- Please, bwana?

- Yes, Saidi.

Moko bad sick.

Needle bad.

All right. I'll give him a hypo.

Where is he, Saidi?

Get out of there! Come on!

- What was that?

- Safari boys, curious about the music.

I love it.

Need any help?

- Do you always help ladies to dress?

- When they're lovely enough.

Voil.

How's that?

Perfect. And I thought

improvement impossible.

You see? Woman's greatest weapon

is man's imagination.

Very becoming, too.

- Where's Harry?

- Sick native.

He'll be away for a few minutes, I hope.

Thank you.

Funny, isn't it?

You're the first woman

I ever had to coax into an evening gown.

I imagine that isn't your usual practice.

Well, everything

seems to go by opposites here.

- I believe I have this dance, Lady Jane.

- Oh, yes.

I really promised this dance

to the Duke of Riverbotham...

but as the old fogy isn't here,

we'll let him wait.

Thank you.

You know,

you're a fascinating little savage.

Forgive me, please. I forgot myself.

You're so lovely.

- I blame myself as much as you.

- Please don't.

We'll forget about it...

if you'll remember that there's only

one man that means anything to me.

And that's Tarzan.

- There's nothing in there. That's music.

- Music?

Music, like the natives make

on their tom-toms.

This is a little bit more civilized. Look.

That's right.

You'll be the talk of the town.

It's thrilling, isn't it?

Music still hath charms

to soothe the savage...

but I know a greater fascination.

Yes, the jungle does grow on one,

doesn't it?

Only very lately on me.

Don't forget, Martin,

there are dangers in the jungle, too.

Adds to the fascination.

These are clothes.

Women wear them

because they hope men will like them.

That's why I wore these, Tarzan.

I thought you'd like them.

- Like them?

- Those are stockings.

Like them.

Something provocative

about the feel of silk.

Always was.

Same curiosity

he had about the phonograph.

It's perfume.

I think Tarzan approves.

- No go.

- No, Tarzan.

- Harry, can't you and I have a dance?

- Most assuredly.

No go.

Harry, perhaps it is getting a little late.

I'm sorry.

You're a bad boy.

Good morning. I love you.

You never forget, do you, Tarzan?

- Never forget I love you.

- Love who?

- Love you.

- Love who?

Love Jane.

Love my...

My wife.

Go on now, lazybones.

Go on and get my fruit juice.

So you've been out shopping early?

Or did you spend the night at the club?

Now, you can't get around me like that.

Are you sure there isn't another woman?

Woman. Man.

That's the way it should be, Tarzan.

I love you. Happy.

And Harry wants to send you to London...

get you all dressed up

in tight shoes and an old high collar.

If you wanted to see a tree,

you'd have get a little watering can...

and sprinkle it to make it grow.

- Then you'd be unhappy.

- Unhappy?

That's a word, Tarzan, I hope you're

never going to know the meaning of.

What?

- Swim.

- All right.

Just a minute.

Now, you mustn't grumble, dear.

Swim.

You don't know how lucky you are

compared to other husbands.

The poor things have to wait hours

every morning...

- for their wives to get dressed.

- Swim.

Darling, I have to put on clothes.

There are other people here

and they'd think I was immodest.

I love you.

Good morning, early bird.

Did you get your worm this morning?

That's fine.

Cheetah certainly deserts us

when we get near water, doesn't she?

Wait, Tarzan!

Darling, you're very...

Throw that down to me, Cheetah.

Give that to me.

Cheetah, that isn't funny.

Throw it down to me, Cheetah.

Can't you see I've got nothing on.

Give it to me.

That's a good monkey.

Darling, come here.

They're not bad ones, anyway.

- Jane, are you all right?

- Of course.

Why wouldn't I be?

Hello, Harry.

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