Thirty Day Princess Page #7

like she loves you,

still I would have to go back to Taronia,

and never, never you would see me again.

You needn't try to be kind,

Your Highness.

Aren't you going to her?

- What are you going to do now?

- Try to forget the Princess of Taronia.

- My car, please.

- Yes, sir.

And so, young lady, here's your check,

the $5,000 bonus included.

Thank you.

I hope I haven't been too difficult.

Difficult? You're the grandest

little sport I ever ran into.

I know what you've been up against,

my dear,

but you played square to the hilt.

If I were 20 years younger,

I'd show Madison what a fool

he is for not coming after you.

I'd marry you, darned if I wouldn't.

It's extraordinary

how much you look like Zizzi.

Tell me, have you royal blood

in your veins?

- I don't think so, Your Majesty.

- Well, my dear. You never can tell.

Now, if you ever come to Taronia,

you must come and see me.

- Anyone can tell you where I live.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.

- So you fooled me?

- I suppose so.

You're Nancy Lane.

- You eat with your knife.

- Sometimes.

You dunk your bread in your gravy,

with butter on it.

If the part calls for it.

I suppose you were paid

to make love to me.

That was the idea.

To vamp me out of exposing

that rotten loan.

It isn't a rotten loan.

Pretty proud of yourself,

aren't you?

No.

Made a fine sap out of me,

didn't you?

That wasn't hard.

All men are saps.

- But I'm the sappiest.

- I've seen worse.

"Springtime on the trava.

Good old trava.

"You may kiss our hand."

- Well, didn't you like it?

- Now, what's that got to do with it?

- You kissed my lips, too.

- What of it?

- Wasn't it nice?

- You think so?

- Didn't you?

- That has nothing to do with the case.

What're you going to do now,

find another sucker?

I'm going to hunt for a jobbie.

Didn't they pay you enough?

Why don't you take a trip

around the world or something?

Why? I'll tell you why.

- You see that?

- Yes.

Watch.

- Hey, what's the idea?

- The idea is that I'm the sucker.

- The what?

- The sucker.

The sucker who fell

for the fall guy.

Maybe you didn't like kissing me,

but I liked kissing you,

and I've cried myself to sleep

every night since,

because I knew

it couldn't lead to anything.

I fell for you the first night

I met you. You big sap.

I loved you just as you were.

You didn't need any titles

as far as I was concerned.

You could have been a hoofer

or a counter man down at the beanery,

or a guy out of work.

- But, Nancy...

- You said all you had to say.

I tore that up because

I'm strictly an amateur, see?

Wait a minute.

Here! Here's your 500.

- Go buy yourself a farm in Idaho.

- But, Nancy...

Shut up. I don't want money

from you or anybody else.

- I wouldn't marry you...

- Who asked you to?

Well, you thought about it plenty.

You and your seven children.

- That was your idea, not mine.

- Oh, go away!

- Go away.

- But I'm trying to tell you I love you.

- I despise you, you big boob.

- No, you don't.

Yes, I do. I do. I do.

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