The Moon's Our Home

Another telegram.

This is the 4th in the last hour...

I'm glad my grandmother

can't even write a postcard.

Higgins...you're here...you take it in.

Not me, not me...Higgins never gets thrown

out of the same place twice.

Belle...what are you two doing in a huddle?

Why can't you answer...

has the cat got your tongue?

It's a telegram.

Higgins...you're a fountain of information!

Yes, ma'am.

Well, take it in.

I'd rather...

Afraid of a mere chit of a girl!

Ridiculous...Here give it to me.

I'll take it!

I won't! I won't! I won't!

You missed me, dear.

Darling, I'm a beast...

I may have cut you.

If I ever did...I'd blow my brains out.

I know! And then I'd have to

tidy up afterwards.

Sit down.

We'll discuss it with calm,

with sanity and...

without acrobatics!

Your grandmother demands

that you come to New York.

Blast my grandmother!

I'm sick of having Lucy van Steeden

run my life...

Well...why doesn't she

leave me alone?

Well, because she's fond of you

in her specialised way.

And it worries her when you

get mixed up with a lot of Egyptians.

Can I help it if a completely ga-ga

Egyptian prince

sends me 6 dozen gardenias

every morning?

I wouldn't even know him

if I fell over him.

She wrote that you had anchored

into the Coconut Grove with him...

3 consecutive mornings.

Grandmothers shouldn't read

the gossip columns.

Now listen to me, Cherry Chester...

You know you've got to go

to New York.

I am NOT going to New York!

And don't call me

that silly name!

Well, Sarah Brown, then.

Don't call me that either...

I don't like Sarah.

That's what you were christened...

I was there when it happened.

And Cherry Chester or Sarah Brown...

you're going to New York

Your grandmother gets her way...

she always does.

This 'll be a nice change for her...

because 'Baby' is not going!

For once in my life I'm going to do

what I want to do.

She asks very little of you.

Only my right eye!

Sometimes I wish I had

a nice restful job

as night nurse

in a psychopathic ward.

I know I'm awful...

From now on I'm going

to be an angel.

I promise you...

an absolute angel!

That's my good girl.

Now go and change your clothes...

because Heather Manning from 'Movie Universe'

is coming to interview you.

I don't want an interview.

I told you before...

I WON'T be interviewed.

I won't! I won't! I won't!

My absolute angel?

Now that's more like it.

Go and put on something

that'll make you look sweet and friendly.

Oh, but I want to be mysterious...

"I want to be alone!"

Don't try that...

You are not Swedish.

I don't have to be.

It took her 5 years to smile...

I SANG in my first picture!

Yes I know...

You're an extremely lucky

young woman!

You're doing very nicely.

You have the public at your feet.

But next week,

they may be at your throat.

Now go and get dressed

and stop acting like an actress.

I am an actress...

"First an actress and then a woman."

My art comes before everything else.

But...I cannot allow

my private life to be...

Keep that for your interview,

Sarah Brown...

It's ME you're talking to,

and not your press agent.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

The moments just fly by

on silver wings...

when one is reading

Markyov's reincarnation.

You are interested in Russian literature,

Miss Chester?

Only contemporary Russian works.

They breathe the soul

of a new human...

Their strength is indominatible courage

in the face of mine massacre.

Quite frankly, Miss Chester,

I'd like to do an article

closer to the heart of our readers.

Love...marriage...

That would be very original!

Marriage...

Marriage would be like a ski-jump...

Sudden and swift...reckless...

Starting on the heights...

sweeping into the void...

Never knowing the end...

never caring!

It's...exhilarating!

I see what you mean.

And love...

There's only one way

I'd ever fall in love...

Not as Cherry Chester the actress...

But as a plain ordinary girl.

A girl who'd fall in love

with a man I didn't know...

And who didn't know me.

There's to be nothing

but the two of us.

A man and a woman..

No past...perhaps no future.

Just a magnificent present!

Oh, Miss Chester...

You certainly have given our readers

some lovely thoughts.

What is it Hilda?

I'm afraid it's another telegram.

Thank you so much Hilda,

for bringing it to me.

I mustn't take any more

of your time, Miss Chester.

Thank you so much.

I know our readers will adore

every word you said.

Goodbye Miss Manning,

and thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye Miss Manning...

Hilda will show you out.

If I recall your last interview,

you were all for athletics.

You even hopped a couple of fences

to prove it.

The announcement was...

"you were wedded to the open air".

You know...there's something in

what I just said to that women.

Well if there is, it escaped me.

All that about falling in love

with a man you don't know...

And who doesn't know you...

Ah...for an actual man.

Higgins! Hilda!

Boyce...call the railroad station...

get reservations for New York

Have them hold the seats,

Hilda!...Hilda...Higgins!

Why?...Why didn't you

give me that before?

Go and pack everything...

Everything!

Higgins...get the car.

Well do something!

Don't stand there as if

you're painted there!

Do you mind explaining to me

what this is all about?

You'll find I understand English

like a native.

Gran...darling grandmother...

She's ill.

Maybe she's dying.

Miss Chester, is there any truth

in the reports you came east

to avoid the attentions of Prince Ali?

Oh, none whatever...

we're just good friends.

Your grandmother's supposed to be ill,

Miss Chester?

Oh, yes...desperately...that's why

I'm making this trip.

She's so worried about grandma,

she's held the train up 5 minutes already.

Wrong again, brother...

we're waiting for Anthony Amberton.

Anthony Amberton?

Haven't you read his books?

I'm just crazy about them!

Let's find him!

Hold it Miss Chester!

Hey, wait a minute, Joe...

how many more plates you got left?

Just one.

Well, let's beat it out of here.

Go over there and get a shot

of Anthony Amberton.

Where?

Give him this!

Maybe it'll make a prettier picture!

Car 47, boys.

All recent papers and periodicals.

Have you Anthony Amberton's

'Women in the Orient'?

Yes I have one, madam.

I'm slipping...

...yes I'm slipping...

Boyce...I'm through!

I'm going to bed...and I don't want

to get up until we get in.

I don't want to see anybody,

do you understand?

I don't want to see

a single soul.

I'll have my dinner in here.

Who do you want to serve it to you...

The Invisible Man?

You too, Brutus?!

Worse than the jungle...

photographers like savages everywhere.

I've climbed Mt Everest,

I've swum the Hellespont...

I've crossed the Andes on a llama!

But I've never been through

anything like this before...

even in darkest Africa!

Sanctuary!

It sure is nice to have you

with us, Mr...Amberton!

You know, I got kind of leanings

for exploration myself...

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