The Philadelphia Story Page #4

Look at the way

she wears her hair, Tracy.

- Isn't it pretty?

- Mighty fine.

Shall we have sherry on the porch?

- This is my youngest daughter, Diana.

- I think we've met.

I wish my husband could be here.

We expect him presently.

He's detained in New York on business

for that lovely dancer, Tina Mara.

- Do you know her work?

- Not professionally.

So talented,

and such a lovely person...

but like so many artists,

no business head.

None whatever.

I have some lovely presents,

don't you think so, Mr. Connor?

Hello, everybody.

- I hope I'm not late.

- You're never late, George.

We have a lovely surprise. Junius has

sent these people as a wedding present.

Mr. Kittredge,

this is Miss... I'm so sorry.

- Imbrie.

- Any friend of Junius's is my friend.

And, uh, Mr. Morrow?

- I didn't get the name.

- Connor.

Macauley Connor.

He's a writer.

Don't apologize, Mrs. Lord.

No apology necessary.

I have great respect for writers.

Well, thank you.

Any kind word is...

- How are you?

- Much better now that you're here.

Oh, I guess this

must be love, huh?

- Your guess is correct.

- I'm just his faithful old dog Tray.

- Give me your paw.

- You've got it.

How sweet.

Say, I'd like to see

one of those, Miss lmbrie.

You will.

Shall we have some sherry?

I suppose Junius has told you

all about our happy little family.

- Papa!

- What?

Dear Papa.

You angel to get here

in time for lunch!

- Isn't he, Mama?

- Indeed he is, but...

Father, these are our friends,

Miss lmbrie and Mr. Connor.

- How are you, Mr. Lord?

- Oh, just fine, thank you.

- How are you?

- How do you do?

How do you do?

Howdy, Pops.

Oh, dear Dinah.

- Father, here's George.

- How are you, Kittredge?

Margaret, my sweet.

- Another place for luncheon, Edward.

- Very good, madam.

Well... here I am...

in the bosom of my...

- Hello, friends and enemies.

- Young man!

- Remove yourself.

- How are you, sir?

I don't know. Get along.

Darling, I've changed my mind.

I will stay for lunch.

Another place, Edward.

- Hello, Kittredge.

- How are you, Haven?

Just Damon and Pythias.

No, Grant and Lee.

You don't look as well as when

I last saw you, Kittredge.

Oh, you poor fellow.

I know just how you feel.

- How's it coming?

- Beautifully, Dexter.

We're so indebted to you

for these lovely people.

It's almost impossible

to repay that debt.

But you'll manage, eh, Red?

- They grew up together, you know.

- How nice.

You don't look old enough

to get married...

not even the first time,

but then you never did.

She needs trouble to mature her,

Kittredge. Give her lots of it.

I'm afraid she can't

count on me for that.

No? That's too bad.

For your own sake, Red,

you should have stuck to me longer.

I thought it was for life, but the nice

judge gave me a full pardon.

Ah, that's the old redhead.

No bitterness, no recrimination.

Just a good swift left to the jaw.

They grew up together.

Luncheon is served, madam.

Oh, thank you, Edward. Come sit.

We have so much to talk about.

I don't suppose a man ever had

a better or finer family.

I often wake up in the night

and say to myself...

"Seth, you lucky dog,

what have you done to deserve it all?"

And what have you?

Oh, thank you.

Oh, how stupid of me!

Oh, dear! How awful!

I had a feeling

that would happen.

Your camera.

I'm so, so sorry.

I'm sure you are.

What is it?

Your father.

Uncle Willie!

- Uncle Willie, how nice.

- I beg your pardon.

Please go on into lunch, everyone.

I want a word with Uncle Willie.

- Another place, Edward.

- Yes, madam.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

You never have, but you

came anyway, didn't you?

Oh. Still Justice with her

shining sword, eh, daughter?

- Who's on the spot?

- We are, thanks to you...

Uncle Willie.

How long will you be researching?

Not long if I can find the right books...

his family history and stuff like that.

There's a cousin Joanna

that's definitely crazy.

- Who told you?

- Dinah.

- Dinah should know.

- Come across the street when you finish.

- Miss Hobson's establishment.

- Okay.

What does thee wish?

I'm looking for some local b...

- What'd you say?

- What does thee wish?

Um, local biography or history.

If thee will, consult with

my colleague in there.

Dost thou have a washroom?

Thank thee.

I know this is a public library,

but I wou...

- Hello.

- Hello.

Couldn't you afford

to buy my book?

The bookstore didn't have one.

Are you sure you're doing

the right thing?

You know what happens to girls like you

when they read books like mine.

They begin to think.

That's bad.

These stories are beautiful.

Why, Connor,

they're almost poetry.

Don't kid yourself. They are.

I can't make you out at all now.

Really?

I thought I was easy.

So did I, but you're not.

You talk so big and tough,

and then you write like this.

Which is which?

Both, I guess.

No, I believe you put the toughness on

to save your skin.

You think so?

I know a little about that.

- Do you?

- Quite a lot.

Let's get out of here.

This book was just such

a complete surprise to me.

L... let's walk, shall we?

Lt'll be much more fun.

Take this. Tell Mr. Kittredge

we'll meet him at the pool.

Yes, Miss Tracy.

The story called, "With The Rich

and Mighty," I think I liked it best.

I got it from

a Spanish peasant's proverb.

"With the rich and mighty,

always a little patience."

I like that.

What's the matter?

A little too rough?

A little...

but I'm used to it.

Tell me something, will you?

When you can do a thing like that book,

how can you possibly do anything else?

You may not believe this, but there

are people that must earn their living.

Of course, but people

buy books, don't they?

Not as long as there's

a library around.

That book of mine represents

two solid years' work...

and it netted Connor

something under $600.

- But that shouldn't be.

- Unhappily it is.

This is beautiful country around here.

What is it all, anyway?

Part of our place.

What about your Miss lmbrie?

Well, Miss lmbrie's

in somewhat the same fix.

She's a born painter and might be

a very important one...

but Miss lmbrie must eat, and she also

prefers a roof over her head...

to being constantly out

in the rain and snow.

Food and a roof.

You've really got something here.

- Where?

- All this.

Oh. Come on.

The dressing rooms are over here.

I think you'll find

everything you need.

Use any old one, but I think you'll find

most of the junk in there.

- Yell if you need anything.

- Okay.

I have an idea.

I have the most wonderful

little house in Uniondale.

It's up on a hill with a view

that would knock you silly.

I'm never there except

in the hunting season...

and not much then,

and I'd be so happy to know...

that it was of some real use

to someone.

- Can you hear me?

- Yeah.

There's a brook and a small lake...

no size, really...

and a patch of woods,

and in any kind of weather...

it's the most wonderful...

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