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- There aren't more than 30 or 40.

Thirty or 40? They're all wearing black

and jewelry. My hair.

Don't be silly, darling. You're stunning.

Alan, I'm not stunning.

I'm just plain dowdy.

Why didn't you tell me? This is awful.

You're not gonna be thrown

by black dresses and diamond clips.

I'll get you all you want of those.

Come on, Mrs. Garroway.

Chin up, chest out, let's go.

A condemned man

ate a hearty breakfast.

- No, you're joking.

- Not at all.

It happened right in the Senate chamber.

- No. No.

- You don't believe me?

This is General and Mrs. Rand.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- It was simply fraud.

- Ellen, this is my wife, Ann.

- How do you do?

- Senator Pelley.

Mrs. Garroway!

An honor and a pleasure, ma'am.

- Thank you very much.

- Alan, you sly dog. She's a treasure.

- Laura, this is Ann. Miss Webb, darling.

- Hello, my dear.

- You're looking very handsome.

- Thank you.

- That's a good dress.

- Like it?

Just a little old thing

I found in the ragbag.

It could be the way you wear it.

- Mrs. Garroway.

- How do you do?

Come on, Ann. Let's go over here.

Side boys, a relic of the past.

Oh, hello, Alan.

Henry's away on his seahorse again.

- We were talking about...

- Don't tell me it's side boys.

Mrs. Donegan, Captain Donegan,

Captain Rich, my wife, Ann.

For what purpose do they serve, I ask?

- Side boys.

- Tradition, captain.

- Come here for a moment.

- Excuse me, darling.

Even civilians talk about tradition

nowadays.

Let me tell you how ridiculous this is.

Don't let us frighten you, my dear.

We're quite harmless.

I'm not frightened, really.

I'm just frightened.

He sent the records to this bureau.

Before he knew it...

...he'd been transferred.

- They are talking English, aren't they?

- I've hardly understood a word.

- Oh, you're a lucky girl.

- Julia, darling.

- Yes, Mary.

The governess has a perfect plum

for you.

- You mean the thing we...?

- Absolutely.

Oh, wonderful. Excuse me, my dear.

I'm sorry. Pardon me.

Mary.

See you Tuesday, then?

All its resources, hospitality...

Here we are.

Ann, this is Sir Frederick Wilmuth.

Mrs. Garroway. There's Basil.

You'll forgive me. Alan.

It's going beautifully, darling.

They adore you.

Only 300 words,

but the cables absolutely melt.

Let's see. Who you don't know?

Miss Madson.

Mr. Edley, Mr. Hollister

and Mr. Badger.

Tony was just opening

the top drawer for us.

Tony's the only man

who really knows the answers.

Excuse me, darling.

- Oh, please go on.

- Well, to cut it short...

...before Ourasanoff could

get back to the embassy...

...Svenska and Sir Gerald

had cornered Binky.

That's wonderful.

That's Binky Alisbesque, you know.

As a result, Archie never even

saw Svenska's communiqu.

- Archie is Lady Melling's cousin.

- When he got to the State Department...

I know about that. Binky deliberately

told Svenska about Sir Gerald.

- And then...

- That isn't what happened.

Sir Gerald was in the House chamber

at the time.

He was trying to line up Steven Jones!

Poor Archie.

Wait till he comes up against Tony.

- And Peters.

- And Peters.

What is it, Ann?

- Oh, stop it. I don't know...

- You shouldn't... You shouldn't...

- What?

- Shouldn't have married me.

- They know it was a mistake.

- Mistake?

Should've married one of those women.

They all have husbands or sweethearts.

Didn't you see

how they were looking at me?

They were thinking,

"She doesn't even know how to dress."

- Is that all that's...?

- Alan, they tried to be nice...

...but they thought I was pathetic.

I'm gonna take this off

and never see it again.

- It's a perfectly nice dress.

- It's not. It's hideous.

- I never want to see it again. I'll burn it.

- There's nothing wrong with this dress.

- I might as well dress in a potato sack.

- Let me help you.

You're stuck with a wife

who doesn't know how to dress.

- She doesn't know how to behave.

- You seem to be stuck in this zipper.

- Alan, get it off, please...

- There. Look, look.

We'll go shopping. We'll get everything.

By tomorrow night, you'll be

the best-dressed woman in Washington.

You're already the loveliest.

Oh, Alan, I'm sorry to be such a boob...

...but I do wanna be good for you.

- I wanna be right for you.

- Will you shut up?

I'll learn.

I studied chemical formulas to help Dink.

I'll learn to talk like your friends.

I'll learn to be like them.

I don't know how the heck I'll do it,

but I'll do it.

If you do, I'll kill you.

- Who do you belong to?

- You.

That's all that matters to me.

Is it, Alan? Is it?

If you ever forget that,

you'll be very, very sorry.

Will you please take that away

before I buy it...

...and make a figure of fun of myself.

- No, Gwen. That's for Booth 3.

Hello, Mrs. Foster. How are you?

Of course, I don't believe any of this.

It's a lie.

- You just relax.

- If I relaxed, I'd drop dead.

Doing very well, aren't we, darling?

Now, this... This is my pet.

I've been absolutely hiding it

until that special customer came along.

This suit is Mrs. Garroway, that's all.

You like it, Ann?

All I can say is, if that suit is me,

I've certainly improved.

All right, we'll take it.

You can wear it tonight.

Tonight? Oh, I am sorry, but you see,

this is the original model.

- Okay, we'll take the model.

- But we never sell our models.

- It isn't even in the works.

- Please ask Cora.

- Tell her that special customer appeared.

- Well...

Alan, you know so much about clothes.

How could you have let me wear

that brown horror last night?

- I'm in love with you. I didn't notice.

- You must have. I think you did notice.

But you couldn't do anything about it,

so you just didn't tell me.

Darling, you must... Oh, my feet are tired.

You must tell me from now on.

Don't be afraid of hurting me.

I don't know much about these things.

Is that Alan Garroway?

- Hello, Mrs. Foster.

- I might've known.

The cash and the figure.

Nice you got together.

This is a neighbor from Virginia.

A friend of my mother's.

- Mrs. Foster, my wife.

- Delighted.

Read you were married.

- When are you coming to Middleburg?

- Soon.

Remember that strip of woods

you were after, Alan?

- Decided to sell.

- I'll certainly have another look at it.

Well, you made a good choice, Alan.

- She looks like a fine, honest girl.

- Thank you.

You...? You ride, of course?

I'm afraid I'm not good at it.

We're born on horses in Middleburg,

aren't we, Alan?

- Yes.

- You're not bad...

...but his brother Michael

is the boy with the light hands.

He's a horseman.

How well I remember them both.

Michael sailing over my fence like a bird,

with Alan straggling behind.

By the way, Alan, how is Michael?

What's this about wanting

to buy my original?

Are you trying

to put me out of business?

When she wears that dress tonight,

you'll be in business.

- It's impossible.

- That's just why I want it.

You might as well let him have it.

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