Tonight or Never Page #7

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Jim, I want to ask you something.

Will you if I ask you .. will you give

up your profession .. for my sake?

I will not .. I like my profession.

It's a very nice profession.

I'm proud of my profession.

Why it's just the same as if I asked you

to give up your profession for my sake.

What would you say?

You've never asked me.

Well I do ask you. Give up your

profession, throw away your success.

Be mine .. only mine.

There, I've asked you.

Well, what's your answer?

Here's a contract .. for America.

Oh my darling.

Oh Jim, Jim I want to ..

Oh congratulations ..

I was at the opera. You were great.

Did you sign her up, Jim?

I did, but she's torn up the contract.

Then .. give her more. Give

her anything she wants.

She will be the greatest

singer in the world.

She doesn't know who I am.

What?

You don't know that this

is Jim Fletcher?

The impresario.

Fl .. Fl .. Fletcher?

I'm sorry I had to go around incognito.

You see, I can't afford to be

chased by ambitious Butterflies ..

And Carmes and Adas.

And Toscas.

And this is my aunt.

The Marchesa San Giovanni.

Then you are his aunt? His real aunt?

His own flesh-and-blood aunt?

Dreadful, isn't it?

Do you know my dear,

she thought that you were ..

I mean that I was ..

oh you know what I mean ..

You and I were ..

You thought that he and I were ..?

Oh .. what a compliment .. what

a compliment. Why you darling ..

You darling.

It's the greatest compliment I've

had since Alexander the tenth.

And you thought that Jim and I were ..?

Darling ..

Jim ..

What a compliment.

Come here .. come here ..

Shall I call taxi?

It's too late ..

T-G

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