The Philadelphia Story Page #10

you wish to discuss.

Only remember, it's getting late.

She's always trying

to make situations.

- What's the matter with your chin?

- Chin?

Oh. Does it show that much?

A little. What happened?

I guess I stuck it out too far.

Into a door in the dark?

Yes, that's it.

What about you? You all right?

- Me?

- Yeah.

Of course.

Why shouldn't I be?

That was a flock of wine

we got away with.

I guess we're lucky

both to have such good heads.

Yeah, yeah, I guess that's it.

Well, anyway, I...

I had a simply wonderful evening.

I hope you enjoyed it too.

I enjoyed the last part of it.

Really?

Why especially the last?

Tracy, are you asking me?

- Oh, you mean the swim.

- Yeah.

We did swim...

and so forth, didn't we?

- Mike.

- Oh, Tracy, darling.

- What can I say to you?

- Not anything.

Don't say anything

and especially not "darling."

- You're going through with it?

- Through with what?

The wedding.

Why shouldn't I?

Well, I made a funny discovery.

In spite of the fact that

somebody's up from the bottom...

he can still be quite a heel...

and even though somebody else

is born to the purple, he...

he can still be

a very nice guy.

I'm just repeating

what you said last night.

I said a lot of things

last night, it seems.

Okay. No dice.

Also no regrets

about last night, huh?

Why should I have?

Tracy, you're wonderful.

I'm asking you. Tell me straight out.

Tell me the reason why I should have.

No, don't.

Just tell me, what time is it?

What? Oh.

What happened to my wristwatch?

Why, is it broken?

I must've lost it someplace.

I can't tell you how extremely sorry

I am to hear that.

There. On the table.

I wonder who found it.

I'd offer a reward or something.

I don't think that any reward

will be expected.

Funny that it'd pop up here.

Hey, what about an eye-opener?

My eyes are opened.

Go and get one if you want to, though.

Yeah, I think I will.

Excuse me.

Yes, yes.

Just give Mr. Kittredge a message.

Tell him he'd better start

immediately. Thank you.

- Are you one of the musicians?

- Uh, no.

Of course,

you're Junius's friend.

Only you're not. You don't have

any violin strings, do you?

- Aspirin. Will that do?

- I don't think so.

It's for a violin.

Oh, well, don't bother.

- Hello, Connor. How are you?

- Just about as you'd think.

You seen Kidd?

I left a copy of it

at my house for him.

- And?

- I'll tangle with him after the wedding.

- Is that an alcoholic beverage?

- Yes. Why?

- For me?

- No, for Tracy. You want one?

I'd sell my grandmother for a drink.

You know how I love my grandmother.

Uncle Willie's in the pantry

doing weird and wonderful things.

Tell him I said

one of the same.

Mind if I make it two?

That's between you

and your grandmother.

Doctor's orders, Red.

What is it?

Just the juice

of a few flowers.

It's a type of stinger.

Removes the sting.

- Oh, Dext, don't say that.

- Why not, Red?

Nothing will.

Nothing ever can.

I've done the most

terrible thing to you.

To me?

I doubt that very much, dear.

You don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't, huh?

But you must. You've got to.

I couldn't stand it if you didn't.

Dexter, what am I going to do?

But why to me, darling?

Why ask me?

Why do I come into it anymore?

Aren't you confusing me with a fellow

named Kittredge or something?

George!

George. Splendid chap, George.

Very high morals.

Very broad shoulders.

I've got to tell him.

- Tell him what, darling?

- I've got to tell him.

If you've got to tell him,

you've got to tell him.

If he's got any brains, he'll have

realized what a fool he made of himself.

Hello, George?

This is... yeah.

I don't care whether

it's bad luck or not...

but I've got to see you

before the wedding.

What? No, I didn't get it.

Right. Come on the run.

- He sent a note over at ten.

- Good.

I told you he'd come to his senses.

- Was he here too?

- Sure.

Good golly.

Why didn't you sell tickets?

Say something, Dext.

Say anything.

- No, you do.

- Oh, Dext!

I'm such an unholy mess of a girl.

That's no good.

That's not even conversation.

But never in my life...

not if I live to be a hundred...

will I ever forget how you tried

to stand me on my feet again today.

Oh, you, you're in great shape.

Tell me, what did you think

of my wedding present?

I like my presents

at least acknowledged, you know.

It was beautiful.

And sweet, Dext.

Yes. She was quite a boat,

the True Love, wasn't she?

Was and is.

My, she was yare!

She was yare, all right.

I wasn't, was I?

Not very.

You were good

at the bright work, though.

I made her shine.

Where is she now?

I'm gonna sell her to Rufe Watriss.

You're going to sell

the True Love for money?

- Sure.

- To that fat old rum pot?

Oh, well, what does it matter?

When you're through with a boat,

you're through.

Besides, it was only comfortable

for two people.

Unless you want her.

No. No, I don't want her.

I'm designing another one anyway...

along more practical lines.

What will you call her?

I thought the True Love II.

What do you think?

If you call any boat that, I promise

I'll blow you and it out of the water.

I'll tell you

what you can call her.

- What?

- In fond remembrance of me...

the Easy Virtue.

Shut up, Red. I can't have you thinking

things like that about yourself.

What am I supposed to think when l...

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

That sounds very hopeful, Red.

That sounds just fine.

We're almost ready.

Stand up, dear.

Turn around.

Oh, yes, it's lovely.

I'm glad we decided against...

Dexter, you shouldn't be here...

against the blue one.

No games, Dexter.

George will be right over.

I just telephoned. Here's a note

he sent you this morning.

Oh, dear,

doesn't everything look lovely?

Dr. Parsons?

Mr. Kittredge hasn't arrived yet,

Dr. Parsons.

Come along. I want you

to meet Tracy's grandmother.

Tracy, don't sit down again

until after the ceremony.

Dexter, they telephoned from your house

that a Mr. Sidney Kidd was there.

I was to tell you that he's reading it.

Whatever does that mean?

I have a feeling it won't be

so hard for me to resign now.

And belts will be worn tighter

this winter.

Well, Red, I'm afraid

it's the deadline.

So is this. Listen.

"My dear Tracy, I want you to know

that you will always be my friend...

"but your conduct last night was so

shocking to my ideals of womanhood..."

No, don't go.

You might as well hear it too.

"To my ideals of womanhood

that my attitude toward you...

"and the prospect of a happy

and useful life together...

"has been changed materially.

- "Your breach of common decency..."

- Tracy.

Hello, George.

Tracy, all these people.

It's only a letter

from a friend.

They're my friends too.

"...certainly entitles me

to a full explanation...

"before going through

with our proposed marriage.

"In the light of day, I am sure

that you will agree with me.

"Otherwise, with profound regrets

and all best wishes...

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