The Philadelphia Story Page #11

"yours very sincere..."

Yes, George,

I quite agree with you.

In the light of day

and the dark of night...

for richer, for poorer,

for better, for worse...

in sickness and in health and...

Thank you so very much

for your good wishes at this time.

- That's all you have to say?

- What else?

I wish, for your sake

as well as mine...

I had an explanation, but...

unfortunately, I have none.

You'd better just say

good riddance, George.

- It isn't easy.

- I don't see why.

- Say something, stupid!

- Just wait a minute.

What for?

On the very eve of your wedding,

an affair with another man!

I told you I agree, and I'll

tell you again, good riddance to me.

Tracy, your attitude

is a little difficult to understand.

- Yes, I can see that it would be.

- Not necessarily.

- You keep out of this.

- You forget, I am out of it.

Kittredge, it may

interest you to know...

that this so-called "affair"

consisted of exactly two kisses...

and a late swim.

- Thanks, but...

- Which I enjoyed...

and the memory of which

I wouldn't part with for anything.

- It's no use, Mike.

- After which...

I deposited Tracy on her bed

in her room...

and returned down here to you two,

which doubtless you'll remember.

Doubtless without a doubt.

You mean to say

that was all there was to it?

I do.

Why? Was I so unattractive,

so distant, so forbidding or something?

- This is fine talk too.

- I'm asking a question.

You were extremely attractive,

and as for distant and forbidding...

on the contrary, but you also

were a little the worse...

or better... for wine,

and there are rules about that.

Thank you, Mike.

I think men are wonderful.

The little dears.

I fail to see the humor

in this situation, Miss lmbrie.

I can appreciate that.

It was hard for me too at first.

- Oh, Liz.

- It's all right, Tracy.

We all go haywire at times,

and if we don't, maybe we ought to.

You see, it really wasn't Tracy

at all, Mr. Kittredge.

It was another girl.

A Miss Pommery, 1926.

You'd had too much to drink, Tracy.

That seems to be

the consensus of opinion.

Will you promise me

never to touch the stuff again?

No, George.

I don't believe I will.

There are certain things

about that other girl...

that... Miss Pommery '26,

I rather like.

- But a man expects his wife...

- To behave herself. Naturally.

To behave herself naturally.

Sorry.

If it hadn't been for that drink last

night, all this might not have happened.

Apparently nothing did.

What made you think it had?

Well, it didn't take

much imagination.

Not much, perhaps,

but just of a certain kind.

It seems you didn't think

anything too well of yourself.

That's the odd thing.

Somehow I'd have hoped that you'd

think better of me than I did.

I'm not going to quibble.

All the evidence was there.

And I was guilty straight off

until I was proved innocent.

Downright un-American,

if you ask me.

Nobody is asking you.

You forgot your hat, Miss Tracy.

You look lovely, Miss Tracy.

All our very best wishes.

Dexter, I wish you'd let me know when

you invite people to Tracy's weddings.

- What happened, darling?

- A Mr. Sidney Kidd is here.

He says he knows you.

Sidney Kidd is here himself?

What else did Mr. Sidney Kidd

have to say?

He sent you the strangest message.

He said, "Tell Haven he wins."

"Tell him I'm licked."

Wins what, Dexter?

Mr. Sidney Kidd's presence here makes

the marriage of national importance.

I think it's extremely kind

and thoughtful of him.

Come on, Tracy, it must be late.

Let's let bygones be bygones.

What do you say?

Yes, and good-bye, George.

- I don't understand you.

- Please, good-bye.

- Look here...

- You're too good for me.

- You're a hundred times too good.

- But I never said...

I'd make you most unhappy. Most.

That is, I'd do my best to.

Well, if that's

the way you want it.

That's the way it is.

All right.

Possibly it's just as well.

Yes, I thought you'd finally

come to that conclusion.

I have a feeling you had more

to do with this than anyone.

- Possibly, but you were a great help.

- You and your whole rotten class.

Class, my eye.

You're on your way out,

the lot of you, and good riddance!

There goes George.

Oh, my sainted aunt!

- That welter of faces.

- Oh, my, they look solemn.

What am I to do?

- Tracy?

- Yes, Mike?

Parson Parsons has never seen

Kittredge before, has he?

I got you into this thing,

and I'll get you out of it.

Will you marry me, Tracy?

No, Mike.

Thanks, but hmm-mm. Nope.

I've never asked a girl

to marry me.

I've avoided it.

But you've got me

all confused now.

Why not?

Because I don't think Liz

would like it...

and I'm not sure you would...

and I'm even a little doubtful

about myself.

But I am beholden to you, Mike.

I'm most beholden.

But they're in there.

They're waiting.

Don't get too conventional all at once,

will ya? There'll be a reaction.

Cheer up. It'll be all right.

You've been got out of jams before.

- Been got out of them?

- Certainly.

Don't worry.

You always have been.

We've seen George.

It's all right, dear.

Your father will make

a very simple announcement.

Is there anything special

you want me to say, Tracy?

Uh, no, no.

I'll say it.

Whatever it is, I'll say it. I won't

be got out of anything anymore, thanks.

Hello.

Good morning. L...

Stop that music.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting...

but there's been a slight hitch

in the proceedings.

I've made a terrible fool of myself,

which isn't unusual...

and my fianc...

my fianc that was, that is...

he thinks we'd better call it a day,

and I quite agree with him.

Peace is wonderful.

Uh, bec... uh...

Dexter, what next?

Three years ago I did you out of

a wedding in this house by eloping.

- Two years ago, you were invited...

- My dear, just a loan.

- Put this in your vest pocket.

- Don't have a vest.

Then hold it in your hand.

- Which was very bad manners.

- Which was very bad manners.

I'll make it up to you by going through

with it now as originally planned.

I'll make it up to you by...

by going beautifully through

with it now...

as originally and

most beautifully planned.

- So if you'll just keep your seats...

- So if you'll just keep your seats...

- That's all.

- Um, that's all.

- Are you sure?

- No, but I'll risk it. Will you?

You bet. You didn't do it to soften

the blow? Nor to save my face?

- No, it's a nice face.

- I'll be yare now.

- I'll promise to be yare.

- Be whatever you like. You all set?

- All set.

- Best man?

Honored, C.K.

- Maid of honor?

- Matron of honor.

Remember Joe Smith.

How did this ever happen?

You'd better tell Mr. Dutton

to start the music.

This can't be happening. It just can't.

Come with me, Miss lmbrie.

Let's get in there.

Got the ring?

The way we're dressed,

we look like stowaways.

See ya soon, Red.

See ya soon, Dext.

- Tracy, darling...

- I love you, Father.

I love you too.

Never in my life have I been

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