All language subtitles for Fara subrip pt cat

FPS 23,976

We've proven romance is still

The best of everything

That sudden thrill

The best of everything

That one little sigh

Is treasure you cannot buy

Or measure by any test

The best of everything

You found the moon and the sun

Yes, he's the one, it seems

But soon it's done

And not the fun it seems

You walk through the night

Just groping, it's still all right

You're hoping

Love can be all or nothing

But even when it's nothing

It's still the best

The best of everything

We've proven

Romance is still

The best

Of

Everything

- Hi.
- Hi. Where is everyone?

You're early. Give it two more
minutes, then run for cover.

- First day, first job?
- How'd you know?

The hat. Good luck.

Thanks.

- Just a minute.
Will you lay off that for a minute?
- Coffee?

I'm trying to talk to Bob.

Morning. You from
the employment agency?

- Yes. I'm Caroline Bender.
- I'm Mary Agnes, head of the typing pool.

Bring your card? "Dictation:
120 words a minute."

- Not bad. What college? Vassar?
- Radcliffe.

I went to business school myself.
You have to take a typing test.

Type this page. Two of my girls
went off and got married.

You're one of the replacements, if you
pass the test, that is. You married?

- No.
- Engaged?

- Not officially.
- I know. I was unofficial
myself for two years.

But now we're rolling along. We're gonna
be married a year from last month.

That's practically tomorrow.

Well, you want a $200 wedding dress,
it takes a lot of paychecks.

- Two hundred?
- I'm working on the nightgown now. $70.

- What's it made of, dollar bills?
- Listen, it's made of nothing.

You could hide it in your fist.
You should hear what my boyfriend says.

He says... Well, never mind
what he says. Ready?

Accuracy counts. Go.

- Time.
- Who's that?

Mike Rice. He's editor of a magazine
that keeps the teenagers shaped up.

Big seller. It's scary
when you think that...

he's the only thing between us
and all those delinquents.

Keeps you staring at the ceiling
nights. Perfect. You're hired.

- Hope you like it here.
- Thank you. I do too.

- Good morning, Mary Agnes.
- Morning, Mrs. Lemont.

There's a rush on that material
I gave you last night. Let me
have it as soon as possible.

Will do. That's the assistant beauty
editor of America's Woman.

- She's not engaged.
- She's pretty.

A lot of good it does her. She went through
one of those quicky college marriages.

You know the kind.
Lasted a year.

Now she has a baby and lives with her mother.
I mean, what chance does she have?

Men her age want their own
children, not somebody else's.

You work for Miss Farrow today.
Gregg Adams, her regular girl, is out sick.

- Miss Farrow?
- Her, you'll love her.

Had 12 secretaries
in three years...

and she's close to a certain married
vice president, if you know what I mean.

- You approve?
- Well, I don't know.

I don't. Come on.

Hi. I'm Brenda.

You want your coffee in a paper
container, or you want the jar?

- You want the jar.
- Fine. Thank you.

- I want the container.
- I know. I got you down.

Watch her. She makes you
pay for the jar...

then she returns it and keeps
the deposit money for herself.

- Same thing with her teeth.
- Her teeth?

Mm. She's engaged, and she's having
all her bad teeth pulled now...

so her husband
can pay for the new ones.

Is everybody
in the office engaged?

I wouldn't know.
I don't make it a habit to pry.

This is Gregg's desk.
You can use it today.

Well, good luck. You want
anything, just rattle your chains.

Thanks.

Eddie, I wish you weren't going.

The scholarship's only for a year.
Then I'm coming back to marry you.

Miss me a little?

[Man] Visitors ashore, please.
All visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please.
All visitors ashore.

Visitors ashore, please.
All visitors ashore.

- Don't stop loving me, Caroline.
- [Woman] Miss Bender.

- Caroline.
- Miss Bender. Miss Bender?

- I am Amanda Farrow.
- Miss Farrow, I'm so sorry.

You may come into
my office in a moment.

I said in a moment.

It'll be all right. I was frightened
too my first day. It goes away.

- Good morning, Mr. Carter.
- Good morning, Barbara.

Oh, Caroline. You can order me
some coffee. Black, no sugar.

- Yes, Miss Farrow. How do l... - Dial
the operator, ask for the coffee shop.

No, no, no, no.
At your desk outside.

Before you do that, would
you straighten out the files?

The T's have gotten all mixed up
with the M's somehow.

You can do that later.
Open the mail first.

It's in the box
under your nose, dear.

Caroline, I haven't
finished my instructions yet.

As I was saying,
you open the mail.

Anything that requires a personal reply
goes here. Not here or here, but here.

Do you understand?

Good.
That's something.

Crank letters, you handle. I want to see
everything you write before you send it out.

- Everything clear?
- I think so.

- Then where's my coffee?
- What?

Where's my... You young
college things are all alike.

You think you can breeze in
and become editors overnight.

You think everything's so easy.

No, I don't. I don't even think
it's easy to be a good secretary.

You don't?
That's very bright of you.

- It isn't.
- Will that be all, Miss Farrow?

For now.

Black. No sugar.

Good morning.
I'm April Morrison.

I know you think I'm terrible. Well, I do
too. I didn't pull the plug out on the alarm.

I mean, I set it, then I didn't
pull it, so it didn't ring.

Um, being late the first morning
on the job, well, I could kill myself.

- Oh, dear.
- Aren't you Mary Agnes?

No. She's over there.

- You-You mean I wasted that whole speech?
- Well, it was very good.

Oh, dear. Here we go again.

- I'm April Morrison. I know you think...
- May I have the coffee shop?

I didn't pull the plug out
on the alarm. I mean, I set it...

Hello, this is
Miss Farrow's secretary.

Would you send up coffee
in a hurry, please?

No, you don't have to fly it up,
just bring it on a dead run.

- [Buzzer Buzzes]
- What?

- No. Black, no sugar.
- [Buzzing Continues]

Caroline, when I buzz twice,
it means I want you for dictation.

Excuse me. I didn't know.

Makes one wonder what
they did teach you in college.

Guess I forgot to take
the course in buzzes.

- Obviously, you've forgotten something else.
- I beg your pardon?

Your pad for dictation, unless,
of course, you plan to memorize it.

I want those rejects sent back today.

- You have an hour for lunch.
- Yes, Miss Farrow.

- How did it go?
- Swell.

So, eat a soft lunch.

And take your time.
Farrow never gets back till 3:30.

- She doesn't?
- Of course not. She's an executive.

- How does she get any work done?
- Executives don't do the work.

The higher up you get,
the less you have to do.

Until you're the top man, and then you
have to make decisions, and that's hard.

It's the ones just under
the top who have the best deal.

Funny about Farrow. She always wants
somebody like you. You know, sophisticated.

Down! Come on. Lots of room.

- Well, so long.
- Aren't you having lunch?

I always have a sandwich
with my boyfriend...

at a mutually convenient
place like Grand Central.

While I'm working on the nightgown,
he's saving up for the furniture.

French Provencial. Both rooms.

- Good.
- See you later.

Bye-bye.

Sorry.

- Nice footwork.
- It's nothing. I do it all the time.

- How did you make out with Mary Agnes?
- She didn't believe a word.

But she hired me anyway
on account of my roommate Gregg
is one of her regular secretaries.

Only she isn't here today.
May I have the sugar?

- Are you a New Yorker?
- No. You?

Colorado.
You mean it doesn't show?

- Well, now that you mention it...
- I know.

But I'm gonna end up
sophisticated if it kills me.

Napkin.

- Where are you from?
- Wilton, Connecticut.

- I commute every day.
- Does it take long?

Oh, long enough. I live there
with my mother and father.

I'd like to have an apartment here
in town, but I'm afraid on my salary...

Say, we could use
a third girl in our place.

- Gregg and I can barely swing
rent, let alone buy clothes...
- Got a dollar and a half...

- for a cup of coffee, lady?
- What happened to the three
dollars you went off with?

I had lunch at the zoo and fed it to
the seals. One reminds me of my brother.

- What are you hiding for?
- In case Farrow the witch is around.

Oh, well, I like risky living.

I, uh, read some of
your publicity this morning.

I'm Caroline Bender. I think I'm
filling in for you with the, uh, witch.

- Miss Farrow? Lovely woman.
- Oh, splendid.

- She'll be glad to know you're well again.
- Oh, but I'm not.

My agent had the reading
put off till tomorrow so I'd have
more time to work up the scene.

Gregg is a great actress. She's going
to be in David Wilder Savage's new play.

- Well, that's wonderful. - I'm only
auditioning. Pay you back Thursday.

I've only got 50 cents. I ate up
the rest because I was hungry.

- Would a dollar help?
- Thanks.

I'll charge us something
for dinner atJoe's.

- Bye, Caroline. See you in the snake pit.
- Bye.

May I have a hamburger
and a glass of milk?

- Everything okay, Colorado?
- Lovely, thanks.

We got to talking before you came.
People here are so friendly.

- Will you be needing your spoon?
- Help yourself.

- I'm sorry.
- You're late.

I know. But the elevator starter downstairs,
it turns out he's from Nebraska...

- which is right next door to Colorado...
- You're working for Mr. Shalimar.

- You mean now? - It's that
large office with the closed door.

Give the rest of the manuscript you're
working on back to the filing clerk.

I can't help you anymore today.

- I'm working for Mr. Shalimar.
- Well, we all have our troubles.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What? What?

Who the hell are you?
Come back here.

Closer.

- What's your name?
- April Morrison.

- New?
- Yes, sir.

And what makes you think
that'd you'd make a good editor?

- Pardon?
- You read all the time, I suppose.

- No, sir.
- What? You don't read?

Not much. It's not that I have anything
against reading, I just never have the time.

What are you doing at Fabian's
if you don't read?

- I need the money.
- [Chuckles]

Gene O'Neill would've liked that.
I remember he used to say...

Gene O'Neill? I've read him.

They made us at school.
You knew him?

Eugene was one of my prot�g�s.
Needed a lot of encouragement.

But you don't seem
old enough.

I was a boy genius,
Miss Morrison.

- My.
- Well, this is very pleasant,
but we have work to do.

- A great deal of work.
Think you can manage?
- I'll try.

Good. This may go overtime,
but if it runs any later than 6:00...

- I'll give you money for dinner, all right?
- Yes, sir.

Fine. Let's get started.

This is a memorandum
to Stewart Fabian.

Dear Stewart, the following
is a planned schedule...

of our forthcoming paperback books.

Paperback books.
Beginning in August...

we will be ready with
our new edition of, uh...

Balzac's Droll Stories.

Followed by, uh,
Lawrence's Sons And Lovers...

and Shakespeare's comedies.

- [Bell Tolling]
- [Chattering]

- When you finish the slush pile...
- Slush what?

Unsolicited manuscripts, dear.
Then you may go.

- But I want my comments on each.
- Typed?

No, Miss Bender.
Beat it out on a native drum.

I merely meant that it is late.

Oh. So it is.

Well, there's no hurry. You can come
early in the morning and finish them.

- Or is that too difficult?
- I don't know yet.

Good night, Miss Farrow.

Good night, Miss Bender.

- Ready?
- Just about.

- Say, Mary Agnes?
- Yeah?

- Would it hurt if I took
this home to read tonight?
- You wanna read it?

- On your own time?
- Yeah.

- Help yourself.
- Good.

- Now that you're a member
of the clan, how do you like it?
- Well, a little rough.

- Now that you're a member
of the clan, how do you like it?
- Well, a little rough.

Come in.

And, uh, few people realize the great future
that is waiting for paperback books.

Thanks, Harold. Miss Morrison...

how many copies would you think
that the average hardcover book sells?

- I don't know.
- Maybe a hundred thousand,
if it's a best seller.

- That's not many, is it?
- No, sir.

Some towns don't have any library at all.
Not even a bookshop.

If people want to get a book,
they have to go to a drugstore.

- And what do they read? Our books.
- My heavens.

We're responsible for changing
the literary taste of America.

It's our books with
our sexy covers, our low cost...

and our mass distribution that
are slowly converting America...

to the delights of great literature.

I could listen to you for hours.

I don't blame you. So could I.
But we'll take a break now.

- You tired?
- No. I feel wonderful.

Good. Good.

You are as intelligent
as you are, uh, pretty.

- Thank you.
- I'll bet you have a lot of boyfriends.

Not in New York.
I don't even know any boys here.

Back home I had
a lot of dates, I guess.

- Anyone special?
- Oh, no.

- What sort of man appeals to you?
- An understanding man.

Someone kind and intelligent.

- I hope you find him.
- Oh, me too.

With your smile, when you do meet
that boy, he won't have a chance.

Oh, I wish I would meet him. I wish
I were in love with someone who loved me.

And what about fun?

Wouldn't you like to meet someone
that you could have a little fun with...

- without necessarily being in love?
- Yes. I guess so.

- No, please.
- Oh, go on.

What sort of things do young boys
say to young girls nowadays...

when they want to, uh, make love?

Say? Well, they don't say anything.
They mostly just grab and breathe hard.

- That must be very unpleasant.
- It is. I just hate it.

How do college boys make love?

I'm not exactly
an authority, Mr. Shalimar.

Every girl is an authority
on her own life.

No wonder you're an editor.
You know so much about people.

Ah, that's because I ask.
I question.

I know what every woman in America
wants to read because I talk to women...

find out about
their hopes, their dreams...

their fears.

- What are you thinking about?
- I can't say.

Mr. Shalimar!

Come. It's not as bad
as that, Miss Morrison.

We'II, uh, finish
the report in the morning.

- What about your sandwich?
- I'm not... I'm not hungry.

Well, you will be later.
Have mine too.

And, uh, don't talk to any strange men
on the way home.

My father used to say that.

Your father? Yes, well.

Better take a cab.
Hope you don't live in the Bronx.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

- Is Gregg here yet?
- Her audition probably ran long.

- Is Miss Farrow in?
- Not yet. Don't worry.

- Oh, I know. But Gregg's so unpredictable.
- Take it easy. She'll get here.

He doesn't, Vince.
He really doesn't.

Walter's one of the lucky ones.
He only believes what he wants to believe.

Oh, I should leave him,
I suppose.

But I need him.
Isn't that funny?

I need him, and all this time I thought
it was he who needed me. What a joke.

- And you...
- Thank you very much, Miss...

Adams. Would you
like me to wait, Mr. Savage?

We'll get in touch
with your agent.

- Really?
- I promise.

Ah, well, you won't.
But thanks anyway.

- Who's next, Charlie?
- AliceJohnson, Mr. Savage.

Taxi.

Gregg, hurry. The witch is in.
Shejust buzzed for you.

- These are her phone messages.
- I'm gonna be sick again this afternoon.

Another audition?

- Oh, there you are, Gregg.
- Good morning, Miss Farrow.

At 9:30, Mr. Rufus Smith called.
"Have you read his novel?"

- At 9:45, Mr. Griffen called...
- What was your audition
for this morning, Miss Adams?

A new play or a soap commercial?

At 10:15, Mr. Harry Miller called.
"Can you meet him for lunch?"

No. Tell him I'm sorry.

Caroline, come here.

Caroline, Mike Rice.
Mr. Shalimar, Caroline Bender.

- How do you do? - Will you join
us in a drink, Miss Bender?

- Uh, coffee, please.
- One coffee.

Don't be uneasy, Miss Bender.
We're quite informal at Fabian's.

He's right, Caroline. And if something
happens you don't expect...

it's because everyone
is so informal here, isn't it?

Ah... Mm.

- You don't need to be scared.
- Do you get scared, Miss Bender?

- Not easily, Mr. Rice.
- I read your recommendation
on that Wyle Prentice book.

- Your instinct is sound. I'm giving
that young writer an assignment.
- I'm so pleased.

How would you like me to give you
a manuscript to read every night, hmm?

Oh, that would be...

marvelous.

I like enthusiasm.
It's the quality beyond price.

That and experience. Are you looking
for experience, Miss Bender?

Of a sort, Mr. Shalimar.

Heigh-ho, so it goes.

But as my friend
Eugene O'Neill used to say...

"When you get older, you'll find
that it's the things you didn't do...

that cause you pain. '

Oh, well. When all else fails...

there's always the 5:42
to Westport.

Mike. Young ladies.
Good night.

- Good night.
- Isn't he interesting?
I don't understand one word he says.

- Perhaps it's just as well.
- Don't underestimate him, Miss Bender.

Treat him with respect.
It's tough being 55 and worried about...

Iosing a job that's not even good
enough for you to begin with.

- Why should he lose his job?
- You. Young people like you.

Bright, young kids with drive
and a flair. He's afraid.

- Afraid of me?
- Not as you are now,
but as you'll be in a few years.

He let me read your report.
You've got an eye for this kind of work.

- It's a gift.
- Thank you.

- Have a drink?
- No, thanks. We're gonna go shopping.

Oh, Caroline, instead of that,
why don't you come have dinner
with Gregg and me? She does...

- I'd love to.
- Okay, I'll call her.

- Don't you get caught, Caroline.
- Caught in what, Mr. Rice?

In a bind, Caroline.
Or in a bottle, Caroline.

In Fabian's publishers
of quality, Caroline.

Get out quick. Work six months or a year.
Prove whatever you have to prove.

Then marry the med student or the law
student and "love" happily ever after.

- I plan to.
- No business career? No fame? No fortune?

- No.
- No ambition?

- None.
- How wonderful.

Gregg says fine.
Come on. You too, Mr. Rice.

Something tells me it's gonna get very drunk
out tonight. I wouldn't wanna miss it.

- Oh, please come.
- No.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Won't you be Ionely?
- Yes.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Oh, it's all kind of magic...
New York.

I would like to live here
forever, wouldn't you?

Yes. I think if Eddie wanted to.

- Eddie? Is that your boyfriend?
- Yes.

- What's he like?
- Oh, he's about 10 feet tall.

- A basketball player.
- No. I just meant he's 10 feet tall to me.

Actually, he's like any ordinary...

divinely handsome,
utterly irresistible young man.

- It's wonderful to be in love, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

- I'm in love too.
- What's his name?

I don't know.
L- I haven't met him yet.

Listen, I've got some things
to pick up. He lets us charge.

I like charge accounts
better than money, don't you?

[Chuckles] Of course.
These days, who can afford money?

Well, I don't know. If Eddie
hasn't married me by the time I'm 26...

I may take myself a lover.

Really, at 26?
I guess you're right.

If you're that old,
you have a right to live.

If my mother heard me talk about love
in such a casual way, I think she'd die.

My mother never
talked about love in any way.

She'd no more tell me not to have an affair
than-than she'd tell me not to steal a car.

- She knows I wouldn't think of it.
- But you do think of it.

- I think about it all the time.
- All I want is a man who
will love me... for a little while.

My mother was married three times.

Each one I'd start calling him Dad.
Then off he'd go.

It was confusing at first, but then
I began to look forward to the change.

And now the only thing I want
is to be free, to have no ties...

to have and to hold
and then let go.

Here's to men. Bless their clean-cut
faces and dirty little minds.

Hear, hear.

Now, Gregg.

Caroline. We want you
to move in with us.

It's not just that we like you.
We need your money.

[Chuckles] Gee, I'd love to,
but I don't know. My family might...

- Would they mind?
- No. No, I don't think they'd mind.

Come on. I'll take you
on the grand tour.

Note the length of the cord.
It's important when you have a private call.

You just take yourself
away from the rest of us.

And here is your closet.

- Oh, it's so small.
- Ah, but that's the beauty of it.

You won't have to buy
a lot of clothes to fill it.

And the master bedroom.
Yours. It's got springs.

- [Groans] It's got lumps.
- Sleep around them.

You get half a shelf
in the bathroom...

half a shelf in the kitchen,
and half a shelf in the bookcase.

All for your very own.
What do you say?

- Well, I don't know...
- Good. It's settled.

- And it's your turn to take out the garbage.
- Oh, thanks.

- Gregg, want me...
- No. I'll do it.

- [Rings]
- It's her agent about the part maybe.

Yes. Yes.

Thank you very much.

Who wanted it anyway? It's a very old broad
who cuts herself up with a kitchen knife.

I'll take it.

You know something, kitty?
I wanted that part like hell.

Fabian.

Mr. Summers,
Amanda Farrow speaking.

It's about the Cassaro book.

Yes, the author simply refuses to make the
changes we asked for in the fifth chapter.

Yes. Arthur, hi.

No, nothing really, dear.
I just wanted to hear your voice.

It doesn't matter. Whatever you say
is what I want to hear.

I love you too.
I missed you so much last night.

I waited and waited, and then I
suddenly realized that you must
be tied up in a meeting.

You were home?
But last night was ours...

She did the same thing last week.
How many headaches can she have?

Arthur, nobody knows better
than I do that you're married.

But one night a week
is all we have.

I don't care. I will not be
taken for granted.

Nor will I be a convenient diversion for
you when you happen to be bored at home.

Listen to me.

I have one small corner
of your life.

I've never asked for more,
and I will not settle for less.

Now you and your rabbit-faced
wife can both go to hell.

I'd like you to type these
before you leave, please.

Oh, I'm working for Mr. Rice today.

Today you work for Mr. Rice,
tonight you work for me.

Now you won't have to sneak home
any more manuscripts.

Oh, yes, I've heard all about it.

Of course, we all know that
tomorrow you will be a reader...

and day after tomorrow an editor.

In the meantime,
you're still a typist.

If I were you, Miss Bender,
I'd do these.

I'm presuming, of course,
that you'd like to remain.

- [Door Slams]
- What was all that?

She thinks I'm after her job.

Tell her you're leaving to get married
as soon as Eddie comes back.

I did. She doesn't believe me. And I'm
supposed to go out to dinner tonight.

Mike Rice?

No. I have a blind date.
Paul Landis.

- His mother and mine grew up together.
- One of those.

Well, let's not knock it.
It's a free dinner.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hello?

London? Ye-Yes, this is she.

- Hello? Caroline?
- Eddie? Eddie.

Hey. I've been tracking you
all over New York City. How are you?

I'm fine.
When are you coming home?

Caroline, that's what
I'm calling about.

Oh, darling,
I've missed you so.

- [Vacuum Whirring]
- [Eddie, Indistinct]

- You what?
- I said I tried to write you.

- Caroline, do you remember Helen Lowe?
- Who?

Helen Lowe. Her father owns
oil wells in Dallas.

- [Vacuum Continues]
- Eddie, I can't hear you.

Talk slower.
What did you say?

I said Helen Lowe. Her parents
were on the same ship with me.

- Joe?
- What?

- More trash.
- Hey, please!

- And you were what?
- I said we were...

- [Woman] So why not this one?
- Eddie, I can't hear you.

I said Helen and I
were married... this morning.

Caroline? Caroline?

Hello? Hello?

Are you there?

Miss Bender?
Are you Caroline Bender?

- What?
- I'm Paul Landis.

I was waiting downstairs.

We have a dinner date.

Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Since you're interested in books,
you should be very interested...

in hearing about some
of the tax problems we handle.

It'd make a great novel.
Don't you, uh, like your brandy?

What? Oh, yes.

Maybe I've been lucky. I've always had enough
money, got into the schools of my choice.

I've never even had any illnesses,
other than measles and chicken pox.

Oh, I broke my leg once.
But that wasn't so bad after all...

because I had a chance
to lie in bed and read things.

I read things I never would've
had time to otherwise.

- Who's that?
- That's a friend.

He's coming over.

Caroline seems to have forgotten
her manners. I'm Mike Rice.

- Paul Landis.
- Can I buy you two a drink?

No, thanks. I have an early
appointment in the morning.

- Waiter. Check, please.
- Please, don't go away, Mike.

- Are you coming, Caroline?
- Paul, I'm sorry. I can't.

Good night, Caroline.
I won't bother you again.

- Paul, it's not you.
There's nothing wrong with you.
- I know.

- Oh, Mike.
- Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

Mike, how do you stop loving somebody
when they've stopped loving you?

The fella you were engaged to?

Well, this calls for old Dr. Mike's
favorite prescription.

Two scotches, straight.

- Mike, will you stay with me?
- Sure.

We can barhop
the whole town if you want.

No. I mean,
I don't wanna be alone.

Please take me home with you.

Make those doubles.

Oh, this is a lovely place
you have here.

This is where I come when the bars close.
Would you like a drink?

Shall I tell you more about
the Paul Landises of the world?

- [Laughing]
- Paul Landis is dependable, and he's steady.

Eddie isn't steady.
Eddie isn't ready to be steady.

- Steady Eddie isn't ready to be steady
- Come on.

Stay with Landis. Go and sit down.
Come on. Have a drink.

What else is he?

Paul Landis is gracious living.

- Shall I tell you what else?
- By all means.

He's exactly what every girl
wants to marry.

Exactly... what you'd love to marry...
if only you could stand him.

Well, hallelujah.
We'll scratch him off the list.

Scratch him off the list. Now we come
to the world of Eddie Harrises...

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
Switch back to Landis.

Switch back to...

- Did I call Gregg and April from the bar?
- Uh-huh.

- What did I say?
- You told them you were
going home to Connecticut.

- Did they believe me?
- I don't know about that.

- Of course they believed me.
They're my friends.
- Sure they are.

- Did I ever tell you about Eddie?
- Oh, many times.

Her father owns oil wells.

Not much you can say
against an oil well, is there?

No, there isn't.

Come on.
Take a drink.

- Why did he do it to me, Mike?
- Caroline.

I feel so undone.

I don't know where to go,
and I don't know what to do.

Come on. It's all right now.
It's all right.

Hold me, Mike. Oh, please, make love
to me, even if you don't love me.

- Caroline.
- Twenty-six is too far ahead.

- Please love me.
- Be still, now. Be still.

It wasn't his fault.
She trapped him.

Oh, no. You fell in love
with the wrong guy.

That's okay, but don't give yourself
wrong reasons why it didn't work out, huh?

All right.

Just... love me.

- [Sighs]
- [Clears Throat]

Oh, Mike.
Why didn't you wake me?

I left early.
I wanted to walk.

- You walked?
- Most of the night.

I do it sometimes.

Well, before you walked,
did anything unusual happen?

- I wouldn't say unusual, but... interesting.
- Oh, dear.

Honey, nothing happened.

Oh!

Mike, is this the way
you feel every morning?

Only until the first drink. But for
beginners, Dr. Mike recommends aspirin.

Oh, no. This is my first hangover,
and I'm gonna keep it.

Besides, it's keeping my mind
off my troubles.

- Oh!
- Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.

- It was my fault. I didn't look.
- Did I hurt you?

No, it's just that...

Mrs. Thompson isn't here today,
and Mr. Bossart asked me...

- to show you the roughs
for the Easter edition.
- Barbara.

- It's so long since we talked.
- They want you to decide between these two.

Except for the office,
I haven't seen you for three months.

Which do you like better?

I don't know. Which do you?

This one, I think. It's clearer.

- More arresting somehow.
- How's your baby?

The baby's fine.
How's your wife?

Fine too.

She's in Nantucket
for the summer.

Have dinner with me, Barbara.

No. I'm the girl who wants
to get married again, remember?

The girl for whom an affair
with a married man just isn't enough.

One more evening.
Just dinner.

Why, Sidney? Because your wife's
gone away for the summer?

No. You know that's not why.

Shall I tell them this one?

Yes, all right.

- Barbara...
- I'm sorry. They're waiting.

It hasn't been three months.

It's been three months,
one week, four days.

Honey, you haven't got a hangover.
You were home with your family last night.

- You're right.
- Caroline, Mr. Shalimar
wants to see you right away.

Oh, what did I do now?

I don't know,
but you'd better hurry.

Ah, Miss Bender.

I've just been talking
with, uh, Miss Farrow.

You are no longer a typist here.

- Well, I've worked very hard, and...
- You are now a reader.

- I'm a what?
- A reader. You'll get a raise.

I fought for you upstairs
and managed to get you $20 more.

- Twenty dollars more a week?
- No, not a week. A month.

Oh, perhaps it isn't very much,
but think of the honor.

Oh, yes.
Yes, it is an honor, and...

Well, thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Shalimar.

Just do your reading, Miss Bender,
days, nights, weekends.

- Yes, I will.
- That's all I ask.

Oh, I will.
I'll work hard, Mr. Shalimar.

I'm a reader.

I've been looking for you.
I'd like these out by noon.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Farrow. I can't.
Mr. Shalimar has just made me a reader.

- So he did it, did he?
- Yes.

As a matter of fact, he said
he'd been talking to you. I
don't know how to thank you.

I told Mr. Shalimar that
you were not qualified, Miss Bender.

You're too soft.

I don't think you could
stand up to a writer and say...

"Your work is no good."

I don't think
you have the guts.

- Thank you for your confidence in me.
- I call them as I see them.

I'm beginning to think you're right
not to like me, Miss Farrow.

Miss Adams, on your way
to my apartment tonight...

will you pick up four dozen
cocktail napkins for the party?

And I'd like these by noon.

April, Miss Farrow says please
see that these are typed by noon.

Hey, Nancy, Miss Farrow said please
see that these are typed by noon.

Julie? Miss Farrow said
to have these typed by noon.

It was a very successful party.
Nobody wanted to go home.

I did.

I thought it would be helpful
if you met David Wilder Savage casually.

He's about to direct a new play.
Sorry he couldn't come.

Oh, that's all right. I guess
I always expect too much anyway.

Clear up the rest of those things,
and then you can go home.

- [Doorbell Buzzing]
- Whoever it is, they're too late.

- You're too late.
- Hey, hey!

Sorry.
The party's over.

- Then what are you doing here?
- I'm the maid.

- Oh.
- [Farrow] Who is it?

- Who are you?
- I'm David Savage.

- He's somebody called David Savage.
- Oh, David. Are you hungry?

Would you like a sandwich?
Milk, coffee or both?

- Sandwich.
- Meanwhile, Gregg can fix you a drink.

- Good.
- Help yourself.

But, uh, if you're the maid, uh...

- Oh, being the maid isn't my real work.
- Oh.

- It's more of a hobby.
- I see.

And, uh, what is your real work?
Are you an actress?

Not at all.
I'm a vivisectionist.

Only I believe in cutting up people
to save animals.

You do? So do I.

- What-What is your name?
- Gregg Adams.

- Well, Gregg, let's go.
- I should help Miss Farrow.

Now, if I know
Amanda Farrow...

you've been working your head off
all evening and not been paid.

Oh, no. I've been paid.

You have?

- I stole two bottles of scotch.
- Good.

Just a second, David.

- We've just time to escape.
- She'll be furious.

Amanda's always furious.
That's her trademark.

David, how wonderful of you to come.
Now I won't have to be alone.

You see, I lied.
I am an actress.

As a matter of fact,
I read for you some weeks ago.

- I don't remember.
- I was auditioning you
for the part of a director.

You were? How did I do?

You were a flop.

- Where are we going?
- To my apartment.

- All right.
- It's in here.

He's fine. He's a fine performer,
butjust not good enough, that's all.

I'm sorry, Leland.
I've tried everything.

No, the boy hasn't got it.
I'll have to replace him.

No. No, I'll tell him myself.

Yeah. All right.

Thanks for calling.
Bye.

- Now, where were we?
- I hoped you'd remember.

Have you really read
all those books?

At least twice.

- And those magazines? And all those scripts?
- In my profession...

an insatiable appetite
is standard equipment.

I'm always looking for
something new and exciting.

This room... You must have the entire
history of the theater right here.

I'm delighted you like my apartment.
I'd like you to stay.

- And if I said no?
- I'll take you down and help you find a cab.

Gregg. Act one, scene one.

- [Stops]
- Cha-cha-cha!

This is going to be fun.
Don't you think?

I'd rather be shot.

Wait!

- Oh!
- Gregg, are you all right?

I'll be all right as soon
as I quit this job.

All I need is a little sleep.

- Have you told Farrow you're leaving yet?
- No.

I'll do that tomorrow, I think.
I wonder if there's a phone.

- I want to call David.
- Oh, you just left him.

That was an hour ago.

- Ow!
- Gregg, be careful.

Chow time.!

Come and get it, kiddies!

Sidney! I never expected
to find you here.

- Hello, Mrs. Lemont.
- Hello.

Ruth called from the island
this morning. She tells me that...

you and your wife are coming over to
Sconset to have dinner with us Saturday.

Well, I hadn't planned on going
to the island this weekend.

Oh, nonsense. Do you good.
You're looking tired.

- Don't you think he's
looking tired, Mrs. Lemont?
- I'm sorry. L...

Barbara...

You know, somebody was telling me
a story the other day...

about her and some married chap.

- Oh, my dear fellow.
- It's all right.

Uh, look, let me
buy you a drink, eh?

Thanks.
Some other time.

It won't work, Caroline.

You can't get as many 50-cent books
on a drugstore rack as you can the 35's.

- You wouldn't need as many.
- She has a point.

- And if you give them a best seller...
- Unabridged, and cheap.

- Oh!
- You have a ready-made market.

- All right, honey, that's enough.
- Well, your costs would be less
and your profits greater.

You'd lead the whole field
of paperbacks.

You know, there just may be
something to what she says.

Hello, Mr. Shalimar.

How are you, you old futz?

- Mike, really, where are you taking me?
- The other side of the moon.

Whether you think so or not, that
happened to be an important discussion.

- Caroline, I need your help.
- What's the matter?

- I've got to find something.
Will you help me? - Sure.

- What are you looking for?
- A lost friend.

Shall I tell you
how I see my friend?

I see her as a little girl
sitting on a rock in a glade.

Along comes a pied piper.

And while other little girls
dance along after him...

to the land of marriage
and respectability...

this little girl
doesn't move a muscle.

She's no fool,
that little girl.

No, she stays perched
on that rock saying...

"What will become of me?
What will become of me?"

- Only she doesn't dare to find out.
- I don't see it that way.

I think now she knows what will
become of her, and she's on her way.

- On her way to what? Amanda Farrow's job?
- Maybe.

- Anything wrong with that?
- Not a thing.

That is, if you want to become a ruthless,
driving, calculating woman.

I'm interested in my work.
I want to do better.

Honey, you don't give a damn
about your work.

All you care about is
your own hot-eyed ambition.

So, you're going to pull
the rug from under Farrow.

How do you know? I might be
better at her job than she is.

You wouldn't be better,
just younger. You'll outlast her.

Next, you'll go after Shalimar's job.
Do me a favor, will you?

When you take over the presidency,
don't redecorate my office.

- I like it the way it is. - I'll
take it up with the board of directors.

Caroline, do you know why
you're doing all this?

Probably because I like
grinding the faces of the poor.

It's because a man you thought loved you
really loved somebody else.

Mike!

When you tried to forget with the first
guy at hand, you passed out instead.

- Would you please stop?
- And now, you've closed the door.

- Being a woman is too painful,
so you're not gonna be one.
- Will you let me go?

Men aren't lovers. They're
competition. So let's not join 'em.

- Let's lick 'em!
- What the hell is it to you, anyway?

- Nothin'. Forget it.
- The only trouble with you is
you got too far away from a bar.

Well, you can be damn sure
I'm not gonna make that mistake again.

You certainly picked a fine way
to get back a lost friend!

Didn't your department
get Friday's memo from Mr. Fabian?

It said positively
the clubhouse is off-limits.

And you snitched a soda.
Well, I will too.

Didn't you find the chicken
excruciatingly salty?

- You think they'll kill us?
- Kill us?

With ginger ale? Did you bang
your head or something?

Of course not. What department you in...
advertising or circulation?

- Neither.
- You know what's always been
my secret ambition?

- What?
- To pour a little out of every
bottle at a bar and drink it.

- What do you suppose would happen?
- Let's find out.

Oh, good!

- You start from that end.
- We couldn't. We couldn't.

Honey, that expression
just isn't used in my company.

- What's your name?
- Dexter Key.

I'm April Morrison. I'm on the 37 th floor.
Where do you work?

Me? I play the market.
Stocks, bonds.

- You're a member here?
- One hundred percent proof.

And that car outside...
is that yours?

- You're so pretty.
- Are you going to report me?

Of course not.
I'm glad we met.

Well, we've done it,
Professor.

- Down the hatch.
- You first.

Uh-uh. "Guests not permitted
to drink in tennis clothes."

Throw it out before it explodes.

Oh, John? Who'd you say
you worked for?

I didn't,
but his name's Mr. Shalimar.

This is for Mr. Shalimar
of the Fabian hierarchy.

- Tell him compliments of the club.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Key.

Poor Mr. Shalimar.

- What did you do that for?
- Just... tinkering.

Are you always so impulsive?

Show me a girl, I'll show you
an impulse. Are you coming?

- Where?
- Back to New York. I'll drive you.

- But l...
- Then you won't have to take the bus home.

- We'll have a night on the town.
- That would be wonderful,
except that I'm not...

Let's not worry about what
we're wearing. We'll play it by ear.

- But l...
- You talk too much.

Talk too...
Hey, wait for me!

Your resignation
is accepted, Miss Adams.

You're free. Unleashed. I suppose
now you'll become the toast of Broadway.

- Thank you, but I doubt that.
- You're being very modest.

- No. It's a very small part.
- Really?

I thought David only played around
with leading ladies.

- Perhaps he's changed his way of playing.
- Oh, Gregg, you're such a fool.

There isn't a woman around who
doesn't know about David Wilder Savage.

- Know what?
- Simply this.

That he casts the women in his life
the same as he does in his plays...

according to his moods.

An ingenue last week.
A pushover this week. No offense.

- And who knows what next week?
- I'm in love with him.

- He'll never marry you.
- Are you putting me up
for your club, Miss Farrow?

Gregg, I've had
more experience than you.

And for experience to be of value,
somehow someone must learn by it.

You're a very reckless girl.

But to fall in love with a man
like David isn't reckless. It's disastrous.

You know, Miss Farrow...

you remind me of something
somebody once said about love.

Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach.

Oh, Gregg, I forgot to tell you
about the shower for Mary Agnes.

Miss Farrow, we're having
a bridal shower for Mary Agnes.

We thought we'd give her a baby bottle
or a "How To" book, or things like that.

Oh, shut up. Shut up!

- Here he is, everybody.
- [Women Gasping, Squealing]

This is Bill.
Didn't I tell you he was cute?

You don't have confidence to
go through life looking intelligent.

A husband she loves, a budget
she'll balance to the penny, and babies.

She is smarter than any of you.

- Here, young lady, you need a drink.
- Ginger ale, please.

Oh, nonsense. This is a celebration.
You can't possibly want ginger...

Yes, you do.

- I don't see how...
- Ooh!

Come on, you two.
Let's lively it up a little.

Have a drink.

Sidney! What's the matter, boy?
You look Ionely.

Let's find you... Ah! Here.

You talk to her,
but take it easy.

Isn't this a wonderful party?
I love showers, don't you?

- Have you congratulated them yet?
- Well, they look pretty busy right now.

Oh, you mustn't hold back.
This is their day.

I hope you both
will be very happy.

Oh, we're gonna be
happy forever, thank you.

We don't approve of people
who give up on their marriages.

- Oh, gosh, Mrs. Lemont. I didn't mean...
- That's all right, Mary Agnes.

I don't much approve
of those people either.

Mary Agnes, I just wanted to say,
could I try on your ring?

Sure.

- It's beautiful.
- Thank you.

- [Sidney] Congratulations.
- Did you all get your invitations yet?

They're engraved. You can feel
how it's raised with your finger.

- Did you get yours, Mr. Carter?
- [Door Closes]

- Mr. Carter?
- Mr. Carter?

What? Oh, yes.

We ordered champagne, and we're
having a photographer to take movies...

- Pictures.
- And a wedding cake
with a bride and groom on top.

Stop it.! You dirty, horrible man.

- You're disgusting!
- Oh, what's the matter with you?

You've been around.
You know what the score is.

Who do you think you're fooling,
Mrs. Lemont?

Come on, Fred.
Let's take a little walk.

Does she think she's fooling somebody
or something? She's been around.

She knows when a man
wants a little fun.

All a man wants is a little fun.

Just-Just once in a while.

You know,
Bernard Shaw was right.

Youth is such a wonderful thing.

- What a pity it's wasted on the young.
- [Laughter]

- We have to stop.
- Why?

We just have to. Can't you change
the record or something?

I like its message.

No, you mustn't.

No, no, no.

Is that all they taught you
in school?

They give a course in "yes,"
you know.

Look, April, how much longer do you
think I can keep storming the citadel?

Oh, Dexter, the way you talk.

The way I talk, the way I act.
You don't like anything about me, do you?

- I love you.
- Then show it.

- I do.
- Not the way it counts.

Dexter, I can't help
the way I am.

Oh, please. I was having
such a wonderful time.

Well, spread it around.

- Look, come on, April. I'll take you home.
- Dexter.

Would you ever marry a girl who...

wasn't pure?

If I cared for her...

and wanted to be with her the rest
of my life, then nothing would matter.

Dexter, I love you so much.

- Do you love me?
- Of course I do.

Believe me, baby,
I have nothing but respect for you.

That does it.
Lock it up.

- Seven calls. Not bad, huh?
- Don't get excited.

It's only Boston.
It won't mean a thing in New York.

Okay, strike the set and start loading.
How'd it look out front?

Great. Great.
But what happened to the kids?

They should have been
on and off in two minutes.

Miss Adams went up on her lines again.
The kids had to bail her out.

Dave, she's had a week
in New Haven, two weeks here.

- The opening's next Thursday.
- I know, I know.

Okay, it's a small part.
It won't hurt the play.

With any other director,
that'd be good enough.

- I'll talk to her.
- Fine. Anything else?

Yeah. CallJudy Masson in New York
and tell her to get up in the part.

David, I got it. I finally
got my laugh in the first act.

Uh, let's go outside a minute.

Gregg, I'm replacing you
in the show.

I'm sorry. I want you to understand,
you're not bad in the part.

You're too young for it,
too beautiful.

I should have told you before,
but I kept hoping...

- That I'd become older? Uglier?
- Now, Gregg...

Give me another chance, David.
I can do better. Please.

It's not a question
of another chance.

The part calls for a sophisticated
woman, gay, carefree.

- I'm like that.
- No. No, you're not. Not anymore.

If you'd give me extra rehearsal,
if you'd work with me...

Dave.! The New York Times
is on the phone.

They hear we're coming in with a smash.
I think you'd better talk to them.

Right away. You know,
I'm-I'm sorry, Gregg...

but rehearsing won't help.

You're... You're too anxious
in the part, too possessive.

This is a woman who loves deeply,
but always with a light touch.

When the time comes,
she gives it up gracefully.

She knows how to have...

To have and to hold,
and then let go.

- Exactly.
- But I can do that, David.

Can you, Gregg?
Then let go now.

- David... - All right, Gregg,
we'll talk about it later.

- Hmm?
- Let me stay on with the show, David.

I'll do anything. I'll be an
understudy. Just let me stay with you.

All right. Charlie?

- Charlie?
- Yes, David?

Put Miss Adams on the books
as understudy.

Right.

Thank you, David.

It's all right.

[Woman] I'm simplyjust dying
to get back to New York for it.

- Looks like we have one.
- I can hardly wait.

Excuse me, Miss Adams.

- I wish you'd come in with me.
- Baby, I hate weddings.

- Where are you going?
- Back to the apartment.

- Your family's apartment?
- Mine.

- Come with me.
- Mary Agnes would never forgive me.
I missed the wedding.

I don't dare miss the reception.

Hurry home, baby. Hurry home.

- [Piano]
- [Laughing, Chattering]

Zach.!

- [Stops]
- She's coming... Mary Agnes!

- ['The Wedding March']
- Ready, girls?

It's for you, honey!

- What's the matter?
- I feel dizzy.

Come on.
We'll go out the back.

- Does Dexter know?
- No, but I wanna go to him now.

- Well, we'll take you.
- No, please. I'd rather go alone.

All set?

- You sure you don't want us
to come with you?
- I'm just fine.

Good-bye. Mike.

- Take care.
- 56th and Sutton Place, please.

And be careful of the bumps.

Well, what would you
like to do? Go to a movie?

Eat a steak?
Shoot yourself?

More than anything
in the world...

I'd like,
right this minute...

to cook you the biggest,
the heaviest...

the most indigestible meal
you ever ate.

So all this old-fashioned
happy stuff got to you, did it?

Be careful.
You're slipping off that rock.

I know, right into
a homemade apple pie.

- More coffee?
- Yes, please.

- Oh, Mike.
- Out of the deep freeze into the fire.

In one jump.

- You know, all these months,
I've wanted to kiss you.
- Why didn't you?

- You're too young.
- For kissing?

Too young to settle for someone like me.
You still care about things.

You should love a man who is as capable
of surprise and hope as you are.

Poor Mike. So old,
he knows all the answers.

Old has got nothing to do
with knowing the answers.

Old is when you don't
even bother with the questions.

- Oh, Mike, that's so corrupt.
- Exactly my point.

Well, it's mine too.
If you're gonna corrupt me...

you might as well do it
by kissing me.

- Mike, may I ask you something?
- Go ahead.

Were you ever married?

Almost once.

Is that why you drink so much...
because of her?

Oh, you've been listening
to the Mary Agneses.

What was she like?

- Your girl.
- I don't know.

That was only at first.

Now, when I look at you,
I see only you.

Do you know that's the first, unguarded,
young thing you've ever said to me?

- Don't go away.
- I'm right here.

Hello?

Dallas?

Yes, this is
Caroline Bender. Eddie?

Are you all right?
Is everything all right?

You're coming here
for some meetings?

What do you mean,
"for old time's sake"?

What was so hot
about old times?

Never mind.

Yes, I'll see you for lunch. Sure.

I wouldn't miss it.

Good-bye.

- [Door Opens]
- Mike.

- I'll see you around.
- Where are you going?

Honey, you're still hooked.

Oh, Mike.

[Woman] This is the fifth time we've
met like this. And do you know what?

- [David] What?
- You never once said you loved me.

I love you. I love you...
approximately.

- What does that mean?
- Approximate means...

in the area of,
near, close together.

- Meaning you don't actually love me?
- Of course I do, darling.

But not in the way you want.

I'm just not a... a forever type.

That's the quality I mean. I want you
to toss the lines like Ping-Pong balls.

You're fed up with this girl. You're
reaching for your hat with every word.

See? Noises.

You're just making noises
because you want out.

That's all.
You want out.

- Don't play it as if you were
enjoying the scene, right?
- Right.

- Try again.
- David?

This is the fifth time we've met
like this, and do you know what?

- What?
- You never once told me you loved me.

- David!
- Gregg, will you please shut up?

I just wanted to know about dinner...
if you want me to cook.

No. No, I'll get something at Sardi's.
That's right. That's what I want.

Now, Judy, you're doing
beautifully, honey...

but the audience has paid $8.80
to see your lovely face.

So let them see it, hmm?

This girl is going to be
even better than I thought.

- Now, kids, when she's...
- I'm going now, David.

- I'll see you later, darling.
- No, no, you won't, darling.

I'm busy tonight.

All right.
Let's run it again.

From the top this time.

David? David?

- Who is it?
- It's me, Gregg.

I brought you your laundry.
I thought you were going out.

I am. Look, Gregg, I'll be through
here in 10 minutes.

That's the trouble with spying.

You can never ask for an explanation
of what you find out.

- What are you doing here?
- Playing at being a spy. Playing Gregg.

- David, are you crazy? Please, stop!
- I'm making it easier for you.

- You can look at everything. Everything!
- Please, stop!

- Would you like me to clean out the closet?
- I wasn't spying.

I was trying
to do something for you...

to make things neater,
to help you.

Really? Now,
why didn't I see that?

And all this time, I thought you were going
through my personal belongings...

in order to feed your possessive,
neurotic, suffocating...

- Don't talk to me like that!
- I'm trying to show you what a heel I am.

Here you're doing things for me,
trying to help me...

and I react
like an ungrateful dog.

Gregg... Gregg,
I don't deserve you.

- David...
- So I want you to go now. And leave my key.

- Your key?
- Yes, my spare key.

- The one you stole.
- I stole your key?

But I didn't.
I wouldn't do a thing like that.

I wouldn't, and I didn't.

David.

- I want you to go now, like a big girl.
- Oh, no, don't!

Oh, David, please! I'll never
do it again! I swear! I promise!

David, don't!
Please, don't throw me out!

Don't throw me out.

You're all I have.

Oh, please.

- I didn't want to be like this.
- No, I know you didn't.

- Don't be mad at me. Don't hate me.
- I'm not mad at you.

And I don't hate you. I just don't feel
anything about you now, except tired.

- So, please go.
- You're tired. That's it.

You've been working too hard.
A good night's sleep is all you need.

- Gregg...
- You're just tired now, David. You rest.

Everything will be
all right tomorrow. You'll see.

Gregg, end of act three.
End of play.

Kiss me.

Good night, Gregg.

You're just tired now.

- Two minutes, bride beautiful.
- [April] Dexter here?

Just drove up.

- How do I look?
- Oh, lovely.

Oh, I'm so scared.
Oh, I wish Gregg were here.

I do too. She hasn't called
since yesterday.

- She usually calls in, at least.
- [Knocking]

- The bridegroom cometh.
- [Horn Honking]

- Hello, honey.
- All set?

- Oh.
- Congratulations, Dexter.

- Don't be angry.
- She had to tell somebody.

- Do you have time for a toast?
- No, thanks, Caroline.

- April, we'd better get going.
- You don't need an old rice thrower, do you?

That's nice of you, Caroline,
but everything's all set.

- Ready, darling?
- My suitcase is there.

Right.

- Good-bye, Caroline.
- [Caroline] Good luck.

Oh, Caroline, I feel so strange.
L... I feel like...

Well, I don't know.
Like something's missing.

You and Dexter, you're together.
That's all you need.

Now, you go out there and you
be the happiest bride God ever made.

Oh, Dexter.

I'm glad I told Caroline about us.

It's not the sad things
you need a friend to talk to about.

It's the happy things.

- Are you sure we're going the right way?
- The anchor's up.

No turning back now.

- You want a drink, darling?
- No. Maybe the minister won't like it.

Put this on, darling,
It'll save a lot of questions.

Hey, aren't you
rushing things a little?

April, when are you going
to grow up?

- Now, put this ring on.
- I don't understand.

What did I say?
Look at me, Dexter.

Aren't we going to Maryland
to be married?

- No.
- Why not?

- Because I'm taking you to a doctor.
- A doctor?

April, what else
can we do?

- We can be married.
- How can we get married?

Do you wanna print a banner and run it
up a flagpole? "Shotgun wedding"?

What do you wanna do, tell everyone
to send the kid's birthday present...

six months late
for the rest of his life?

I won't have an operation.
I want this baby.

- You'll have other babies.
- I'll die.

You won't even feel sick.
It's very clean, like a doctor's office.

I'll take you there,
and I'll be there with you.

How do you know so much
about places like that?

Oh, April, word gets around.

Did... Did you ever
make a girl pregnant before?

Not that I know of.

You mean, some girls became
pregnant and didn't even tell you?

- Some girls don't.
- But how could they not tell you?

Maybe because they think
I wouldn't believe it was mine.

But you know this one
is yours, don't you?

Yes.

Dexter, don't you
love me at all?

If you must know,
I never really thought about it.

- I'm not going. Let me out.
- Are you crazy?

- We're in the middle of the park.
- I don't care! It's my baby, and I want it!

- Let me out!
- April!

- [Horns Honking]
- [Tires Screeching]

- [Indistinct Chattering]
- What happened?

My-My baby?

- May I tell her?
- Yes.

April...

I'm sorry.

Well, it isn't as if...
as if I knew her.

Wh-Where's Dexter?

April, do you want to see him?

No.

I'm so ashamed.

Honey, you loved him.

Not anymore.

Oh, Caroline, I'm... Now I'm just
somebody who's had an affair.

This should cover it.

If there's anything left over,
please leave it for Miss Morrison.

Is she going to be all right?

- What about the baby?
- You don't have to worry, Dexter.

She lost your baby.

L- I have to be out of town
for a few weeks.

I'll call April when I get back.

I think for her comfort, it would
be better if I didn't see her now.

Unless you think I should see her.
I mean, if you think it would help her.

Help her? What did you do
when she needed help?

Okay, I know what I am.

But I wasn't gonna be forced
into something I didn't want.

Miss Bender.
Your office called.

Mr. Shalimar would
like to see you immediately.

Thank you.

Miss Farrow resigning?
L- I can't believe it. Why?

Oh, she prefers to tell you herself.

And, frankly,
I can't believe it either.

But, as of now,
you're an editor.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- But...
- Oh, yes, yes, yes. You'll get a raise.

Of course, not as much as Miss Farrow.
Oh, I fought for you upstairs.

But I don't think you should consider
the money, Miss Bender.

- You should consider the...
- Consider the honor.

Well, now that you're a fellow executive,
I think you ought to buy me a drink.

- Caroline?
- I'd love to, Fred.

And, uh, feel free to lean on me
at any time day or night.

Hmm.

- Brenda, I'm an editor.
- That's great, honey.

- I'm an editor!
- Oh, Caroline!

Good luck!

Come in.

- I've been expecting you.
- I just heard you were leaving.

Yes.

Take a look at the nuggets
of my 11 Fabian years.

One glove, missing a mate.

My first Christmas party here.

The unfinished novel that I started.

Why do you want this job?

Because this is what I went to college for.
This is what I worked for.

- It means everything to me.
- You're welcome to it. I've had it.

You know what I'm quitting
this mountain peak for?

A widower in Illinois with two kids...

and a factory that turns out
jet equipment.

Fifteen years ago he proposed to me,
and I turned him down.

Too plain, too small-town.

I met him again
about three weeks ago.

He still talks with a twang,
and his suits still don't fit.

But he treats me as if he believes I'm
the gentlest, softest woman in the world.

And maybe, with enough
time and tenderness...

if it's not too late...

maybe I can get
to believe it myself.

I wish you every happiness.

Thank you. I appreciate that.
And the same to you.

- Oh, don't worry about me.
- But I will.

I'm going to worry
about you very much.

I just heard the news.
Congratulations.

- Oh, Mike, isn't it wonderful?
- It's great.

You have everything
you want now, haven't you?

Miss Farrow's job,
Miss Farrow's office.

And in another month or so, you'll have
the rest of Miss Farrow's life.

- What do you mean?
- Isn't that when your married
boyfriend comes to town?

- Mike...
- Happy days, honey.

Remind me to drink
to your success sometime.

Gregg, coffee's ready.

- [Knocking]
- Gregg, are you up?

Breakfast is ready.

I'm starved. Be right out.

Aha. More subway daisies.

- Ronnie's coming to breakfast again.
- He just called.

He's been on duty all night.
He's had two broken legs...

three babies
and one psychopathic.

- Now, don't get carried away, April.
- Oh, no.

Ronnie's different. Imagine finding
somebody who knows all about you.

Somebody who knows you
as you really are... and likes you anyway.

Well, that's it exactly.
No wonder David Savage loves you.

- You're so smart.
- One egg or two, Gregg?

- None. I'm not hungry.
- You just said you were starving.

- I did?
- [Knocking]

Caroline, if you ever have a free minute,
I'd like to talk to you.

Fine. I'm free right now.

Oh, it's not that urgent.
I just meant sometime.

Well, what about lunch?
Or dinner?

I may be tied up.
I'll call you. Hi, Doc.

- Gregg, if you'd just wait a second...
- I can't. I'm late now.

- Where you going?
- Oh, someplace.

- Morning, Caroline.
- Hi, Ronnie.

- More samples?
- A whole new batch.

Here's a pill for stomachaches,
colds and corns.

This one cures measles,
mumps and tired eyes.

This little pill
is a homesick pill.

And here's a pill for which
there is no sickness.

- Got anything for an old-fashioned headache?
- Of course not.

- Bye-bye.
- And this is for you.

- Three more of my socks with holes.
- Yes, Doctor.

Coffee?

I respect your judgment, Caroline,
but you're forgetting popular taste.

You're paying me for my opinion
as an editor. Well, I'm giving it to you.

The book is no good.
The writing's inferior.

The author doesn't believe a word
he's written, and nobody else will either.

- I didn't think it was that bad.
- Oh, no?

You publish this, and you won't even
get back your printing costs.

- Eddie.
- Hello, Caroline.

What are you doing here?

I'm here on business...
alone.

- [Knocking]
- Caroline, how about some...
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.

- This is Mr. Harris. Mr. Rice.
- How are you?

- How do you do?
- Mr. Harris is an old friend.

Yes, l-I remember.

- Did you want something, Mike?
- It's nothing important.

Some other time.

- Oh, Caroline, I must talk to you.
- Not now. Later.

- Good friends.
- Definitely.

- You used to love champagne.
- Oh! I'm tired of it.

What's wrong? I buy you the most
expensive lunch at 21, you don't want it.

A corsage... you don't want it.
Your favorite perfume... you don't want it.

- What do you want?
- Why didn't you bring me an oil well?

I didn't wanna show off.

- You're not impressed by any of it, are you?
- No.

- Then why did you come?
- Just to show you how unimpressed I was.

Well, I was impressed
by this kind of thing.

When we were in school, half the time I
couldn't even afford to buy you a hamburger.

Oh, come on, Eddie. What do you
want from me? Sympathy?

All right,
what does that prove?

At least there's one thing
you're not tired of.

That's contemptible.

That isn't what you said
that night at Cape Cod.

That night, you said
I was the only man...

you would ever let
make love to you.

Remember?

I remember.
I remember all of it.

Caroline?

I never could admit it
when I'd made a mistake, could I?

Well, I'm admitting it now.

I've never stopped loving you.

- I adore you.
- Oh, Eddie.

I thought I was free of you.

- Miss Farrow's back.
- She is?

- You don't suppose they'll take
Caroline's job away, do you?
- Hey, what's happening?

- He's gonna do it. He's gonna do it.
- Do what?

I'll be right back, Amanda.

Oh, Mr. Shalimar, I could just die.

I expected a little more
dignity from you, Brenda.

Yes, sir.

Have you got a minute?
I'd like to have a word with you.

Sit down, Fred.

Caroline, l...
I'm a bit worried about you.

I think you've been, uh,
working too hard...

and I was wondering if there wasn't
some way in which I could make things...

well, a little easier for you.

It's all right, Fred. Amanda Farrow
may have her job back.

How the devil did you know?

- The grapevine.
- You don't mind?

- Not a bit.
- Of course, you'll keep your own writers.

Oh, of course.

- You don't mind if I tell her?
- Hmm?

- Hello, Amanda.
- Hi, Caroline.

- I'm glad you're back.
- Thank you.

I hear you're doing a fine job.
I knew you would.

- Did Fred tell you...
- Yes. It's all right.

- I suddenly find I have other plans.
- How is Mike?

Mike?
I wouldn't know.

You'll want
your old office back.

You know, I never really
belonged in it anyway.

Thank you.

It was too late for me.

A Ionely man, two children.

They needed too much,
and I found I had nothing to give.

Nothing.

I'd forgotten how.

Well, you're just in time.
One of your old writers.

Not another one
of his lousy Westerns.

- Thank you, Caroline.
- Thank you.

Well, Amanda,
we've missed you.

It's so good to be back.
Are you still pinching all the girls?

Well, of course I'm still
pinching all the girls.

You don't imagine I'm interested
in their minds, do you?

I like you, Amanda.
Have dinner with me tonight?

- Promise no pinching?
- I promise nothing.

And, uh, just so that
you'll feel completely at home...

do remember that
I'm a married man.

Of course you are. What a darling
you are to remind me.

I'd love to dine with you.
Seven?

Seven.

Caroline?
Are you home?

Caroline?

April?

Anybody?

- [Clattering]
- Caroline?

Is that you?

Caroline?

April?

Anybody?

Anybody?

Eddie, what about your wife?

- What about her?
- Well, she's gonna be hurt.

- How can she be hurt?
- She's gonna lose you.

She never had me,
not the way you have me.

No, I mean, when you tell her about us,
when you ask for a divorce.

- When you and I get married.
- Caroline, I've worked something out for us.

- I had a talk with Jim last night.
- Jim?

My father-in-law.
Helen's father.

He's, uh... He's agreed I should open
an office here, closer to the oil companies.

I'll have an apartment too.

Every month,
I'll be here for a few days.

Wait a minute. What-What has this
got to do with us getting married?

Darling, I'm trying to tell you
that we can't be married...

but I can't lose you either.

We can have each other. You'll have your
own life, your career, and I'll have mine.

Helen won't be hurt.
Nobody will be hurt.

Eddie, do you love Helen?
Is-Is that what you're trying to say?

No. I love you.

But you don't want to marry me?

- I can't.
- Why?

Is it because of those oil wells?

I was wrong to try
to break up your marriage.

Well, never mind.
It doesn't matter.

Look. Maybe I said it wrong.

No. No, you said it right.

I just listened wrong.

- That's the second mistake I've made with
you. - Oh, Caroline, if you'll let me...

Eddie, tell me something.

What is it about women like us
that make you hold us so cheaply?

Aren't we the special ones from
the best homes and the best colleges?

I know the world outside isn't
full of rainbows and happy endings...

but... but to you,
aren't we even decent?

- What are you talking about?
- I won't be your mistress!

- Caroline, this kind of thing
happens all the time.
- Well, not to me, it doesn't.

I'm too square for you, Eddie.
But there are other girls...

Oh, there are dozens of girls
all over the city just waiting for you.

You won't have to do a thing.

You may have to take them
to 21 once or twice...

or-or eat a lousy casserole dinner
in their walk-up apartment.

They all like to play
at being wives once in a while.

And there'll be some
that you'll hurt very badly...

because they'll care too much.

But that's their problem, isn't it?

Then you'll find those
who want just what you want...

all love and no responsibility.

Honey, hang on to those,
even if it means...

that they have to take on a few more
like you in between visits.

But don't blame them,
because they, like the rest of us...

they have an impossible need.

They want to be loved.

Caroline...

Good-bye, Eddie.

Hello. What's the matter, honey?
Lost your key?

- I'm all right.
- Well, let's have a look.

Go away!
Leave me alone!

Oh.
Can't open the door?

Open up in there.! Got a little girl
out here lost her key.!

- Come on.! Open up in there.!
- Oh, stop it!

Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!

- Oh, stop!
- I'm tryin' to help, that's...

I was just trying to help her.

Hello?

Oh, yes, David.

What?

Oh, no... Oh!

Caroline, what is it?

Oh, no! Gregg!

Gregg!

[Man]Just an accident, lady.
Just an accident.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Come on. Move back.
Okay, it's all over with now.

Come on. Let's go.
Break it up.

While your subject matter has appeal...

your manner of presenting it...

does not meet with
the special requirements...

of Derby Books.

Thank you for thinking of us,
and so forth.

I think that's it for today.

- Shall I clean up your desk, Miss Bender?
- Yes, fine.

- Anything else?
- These rejection letters
should be sent out tonight.

Never mind. Monday will do.

- Thank you. Good night, Miss Bender.
- Good night.

- See you later, April.
- I'll be late tonight.

- Ronnie's taking me to a movie.
- Oh. Good.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night, Amanda.
- Good night. See you Monday.

Yes.

- Good night, Caroline.
- Good night.

- Good night, Miss Bender.
- Good night, Caroline.

- Good night.
- See you Monday.

Good night, Miss Bender.

- Pleasant weekend, Miss Bender.
- Thank you.

Romance is still

The best of everything

That sudden thrill

The best of everything

That one little sigh

Is treasure you cannot buy

Or measure

Love can be all or nothing

But even when it's nothing

It's still the best

The best of everything