All language subtitles for Ex-lady.1933

I'm sorry, but consider yourselves
evicted from the premises.

I'm afraid we're being
politely ordered to leave.

- If you say "Politely.."
- Ha-ha!

- I'll get my things.
- 'Alright.'

My dear, you better
wake your husband.

He seems a little hors de combat.

- Wake up, darling.
- Eh?

Oh, I..

Good evening, all.

Must we really go?

Hate to drive you away, but
I've got lots of work to do tomorrow.

Tomorrow's Sunday.

That's the only way
I know it's Sunday.

I do twice as much work
as other days.

What're you working on now, Helen?

Illustrating that what's-his-name's
book for children.

I finished that. I'm doing a
cover now for the Home Journal.

- Ladies'?
- Ladies'.

I laugh every time
I think of it.

Well, to make a longstory short

after the lecture was over..

- Aunt Lucinda went up to the--
- Goodnight, Helen.

Come over and see us soon.

Pick any night you want.

Soon as I get breathing time
I'll call you.

Well, are you going or coming?

- I'd like to stay a while.
- Nick, I've got to get to bed.

- So what?
- Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You know I'm not
that kind of a girl.

I know you'’re nice.

And is that being nice?
Go on home.

You know something's gotta be done
about you and me sooner or later.

Goodnight, Nick.

'Is that you?'

'Who else do you expect?'

Gosh, it was a long evening.

Darling, we need such evenings.

It makes things you love
not go stale on you.

And what things do you love?

My work.

- Is that all?
- Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

Oh, come on.
Help me clean up.

- Must you really work tomorrow?
- No way out.

'Promised the cover for Monday.'

Ah!
Confound the cover.

Yes.

But don't confound
the 300 dollars.

You'’re a successful woman

and I ought not to like it.

You're a pretty successful man.

I ought not to like it.

I'm a man!

Mm..
What a boring evening.

Oh, boring?

It's always boring
when we're not alone.

Say, I'm hungry.
You want to turn in right away?

No. Only said that.
I'm hungry too.

Let's see what we've got.

You know..

...I'm just about fed up
with sneaking in.

- Sneaking?
- Yes, sneaking.

Let'’s get married

so I'’ll have the right
to be with you.

What do you mean, "Right?"

I don't like the word "Right."

Oh, let's not quibble about words.

No, I'm not quibbling.

"Right" means something.

No one has any rights
about me, except me.

How '’bout a Welsh rarebit?

- You know my weakness.
- No, tell me.

Rarebits.

Hello, father.
What brings you here?

Excuse me a minute.
I'm cold.

I want to put something on.

Wait outside.

It's better you should
not listen to this.

Where'’s mother?

No use shutting the door.
I saw him.

Cheap. Cheap!

My daughter, cheap.

I'm not cheap.

I just don't want to make
an unholy drama out of this.

There's no drama.

I had heard,
but I didn't believe.

Now, I see it.

My daughter, my child.

'Oh, don't let's get dramatic
about this.'

'Don't let's start arguing.'

We've been all over this.

I don't believe in what you believe.

That's all.

I don't want to get married.

You don't want?
Youdon't want?

The whole world is wrong.
You're right!

We've been all over this
a hundred times.

If you came in here
to start a scene

or make an argument,
I wish you'd go.

Alright, I'll go. But first..

- What're you doing?
- I'll show you what I'm doing.

- Don, I'm sorry.
- That's alright.

I want to talk to this lump alone.

- Come on out, Don.
- Let me talk to him.

- I want to talk to him.
- Alone!

Yes, alone.

Do you mind, Helen?

- You dirty low..
- Let'’s just skip all that.

I want to talk this over
with you reasonably.

'Reasonably? Reasonably!'

'Better I shouldn't
talk to you at all.'

Better I should do what a father
ought to do. I should kill you!

I bring up a child
to be a good girl.

To hope someday,
she will meet a good man.

She should be married,
she should have children.

When comes along a scoundrel.

A dirty, low scamp!

There's no use talking
like that, Mr. Bauer.

Helen and I don't feel
the way you do about it.

We're in love with each other
and we don't want to get married.

You're hopelessly
old-fashioned, Mr. Bauer.

Old-fashioned? Hmph.

That's a good word.

That'’s a compliment!
I thank you.

'What's good is old-fashioned?'

You dirty, low--

This isn't going
to get us anywhere.

- Come.
- Adolph, maybe the--

Come!

Let's have breakfast.
I'm starved.

- Let's talk.
- Let's eat.

- No, let's talk.
- Let's eat and talk.

Helen, I'm willing to kid about this
but we can't go on kidding about it.

- We ought to get married.
- "Ought.."

Ouch!

Yes, ought.
We ought to get married.

There isn't a reason
in the world why we don't.

And you call
my father old-fashioned.

It isn't that I'm stuffy, Helen.
I've been around.

Just a playboy.

Now, you know what I mean.

The funny part of it is..

When we first met..

- When we, uh--
- Dash, dash, asterisk.

I didn't feel this way
about it at all.

I think if you had suggested
marriage at that time

I'd have run rapidly
in the other direction.

But now,
I know you're going to say

this is sentimental, Helen..

...but I like to feel
we belong to each other

forever and ever.

I want to marry you.

Oh, Don, we'’ve been over it
over it and over it.

I went away from home
to be on my own.

I don't want to be like my mother.
A yes-woman for some man.

I want to be a person on my own.

If I like to live a certain way

and have a certain
kind of furniture..

do a certain kind of work and
wear a certain kind of clothes..

I want to do it.

And not have somebody tell me
I ought to do something else.

No one is going to tell you.

Oh, yes, you are.
If you're married.

That's what being married means.

You must do
what the other person wants.

You must please them.

Marriage means..

Oh, I've said it 50 times, Don.

It's dull. I'm not going
to say it again. Toast?

Helen, I feel strongly about this.

- Stop it.
- It'’s either marriage or--

It's dull!

- Where're you going?
- It's dull.

You're just as stubborn as
your father. Just as stubborn.

'We have a different sense of values.'

I don't want babies.

When I'm 40,
I'll think of babies.

In the meantime,
there are 20 years

in which I want to be the baby

and play with my toys and..

...have a good time
playing with them.

- A career.
- Oh, it isn't just that.

Sure, I want to do good work.
But it isn'’t that.

I want to stay young for a while

and have a good time
and not be dull and set.

I don't want to be a wife.

And I do want to be a husband.

Wants to be a husband.

I don't see anything
funny about that.

I want to marry you
and that's all there is to it.

Alright,
that's all there is to it.

Alright.

That's all there is to it.

Oh, don'’t be a fool!

Be a fool!

- Hello, Helen.
- Hello!

Oh, you don't want to see me.

Well, this is strictly business.

Somebody told me
you're a good artist.

Alright. Business is business.

I'm going over to Nick's place.

- Suppose you drop in there?
- Why Nick's place?

He's having an exhibit
of his work.

All the big who's-its
are going to be there.

- Alright.
- See you there.

What lines!

What life!

Yes. It's beautiful.

So round and soft..

- This line..
- Come, darling.

Let's move along.

Oh, let's look at this one.
It's called "Josephine."

Don't you love it, ducky?

Haven't we met somewhere before?

Oh, have we?

- Now, your name is, uh..
- Iris.

Iris! Of course, Iris.

- And we met in, uh..
- Venice?

Venice, yes.
Oh. In a gondola.

In a gondola?

Oh, that delicious night!

The moon on the water.
And the gondolier singing..

Yes.

Ah..

- It's no use.
- What?

I never was in Venice.

But I want to make
my husband jealous.

That's my husband.

I just can't make him jealous.

Oh, if I only could.

Sorry.

Oh, these are all sold.

This one I got 200 for.

For this sweet baby I got six.

That's tops so far.

Although, "Josephine" should bring
a whole lot more than that.

In fact,
I've already had a bid of 1500.

Who's Josephine?

The lovely lady without raiment.

Or benefit of clergy.

And that brings up the old subject.

- Let's drop the old subject.
- You're quite a puritan.

- Aren't you?
- Think so?

What else can I think?
Otherwise, you'd--

Otherwise, I'd say yes
to the irresistible Mr. Melvin.

Mm-hm.

And thanks for the adjective.

- What conceit.
- Is that nice?

Helen, I keep asking you, why not?

Don't be so persistent, Nick.
It's annoying.

Generally, successful.

Helen, is it possible
that you misunderstand?

I won't marry you.

- Is that a promise?
- Absolutely.

Ha-ha. Come on.
Let's quit kidding.

- That's what he said.
- Who said?

That's what every man says
when he wants you to do

what he wants you to.

Man. Whoo!

I'm souring on the lot of you.

You know, you're awfully sweet.

Ah, come on, Helen.
Why not? The real reason.

Because I love another.

I heard something today..
Hello, Don.

Hello.

- May I see you, Helen?
- In just a minute.

The Ellison Agency is after
the Palm Mennen account.

They want someone
to do the drawings.

- I mentioned you.
- Thanks, Nick.

If Ellison gets the account,
they'll pay you plenty.

Is it on spec?

Not a bit of speculation in it.

The account is in the bag.

All you have to do
is make the drawings.

Will you excuse me?

I have to try and sell
some more pictures.

Well, Don?

That's what I was going
to talk to you about.

What?

Well, I think now,
we'd best forget about it.

No, tell me.

Oh, I had the hunch to go after
the Palm Mennen account.

And I was going to ask you
to do the drawings.

Oh.

But I don't stand a chance
against Ellison.

They're big.

Except that I thought,
with your drawings..

...but that's out.

With Ellison it's a cinch for you.

With me, you'd be gambling.

And I ought to do them for you.

"Ought" is a bad word.

I was all wrong yesterday, Helen.
You were right.

The fact that we love each other
shouldn't put us under obligations.

Don, you make me feel
a little ashamed.

"Must" and "Ought" are out.

Even marriage. There aren't
any arguments for marriage.

The only one I have..

The only one I ever really had..

...I love you so much.

Let's look at some more pictures.

Have dinner with me.

Yes.

I'm full of Tony's good red wine.

And, you..
Make a song out of that.

It was a swell evening.

Don...I'm going to do
the drawings for you.

Oh, no.

Nothing doing.

There you go.
I want to.

Mm.

Eleven-thirty.

I'd better go home, hadn't I?

Do you want to?

No.

I don't want to.

Don, will you marry me?

Well..

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Mr. Peterson wants you quick,
if you could.

Alright, girls. Relax.

They're on the phone.
Asking me to hold it.

- Who? Oh.
- Palm Mennen.

You know what that means,
don't you, honey?

- Means we get it.
- Well, you can't be sure.

What would they be calling up
here for?

You know, what we'll do, honey?

We'll have that honeymoon
we didn't have.

Havana!

We'll go to Havana.
Shh!

Yes?

What?

Who?

Yes, I know that.
Well, I can't do that.

What I want to know is
who's handling the account?

Oh.

What's happened?

Uh, they, uh..

They want me to give them
the name and telephone number

of the artist
who did the drawings.

Don..

Ellison has the account.
They, um..

They just want your drawings.

Well, they won't get them.

Not without you.

But, I'm out, Helen.
I'm out.

Then, I'm out.

No, don't do that.

Be sensible about it.

You might as well save
what you can out of it.

Well, it makes me mad.

You can handle it every bit
as well as Ellison.

Just because somebody's big.

Whatever that means.

Ah, darling.

Don, let's go somewhere.

Let's get all dolled-up
and go somewhere.

What's the matter with you?

I feel young and giddy and gay.

Huh, at my age..

I'm going to bed.

You poor darling.

Cut that.

Let's go.

- Where?
- Havana.

Are you crazy?

We've lost the Palm Mennen account.
We haven't gotten it.

That's just why.

We're sunk with worrying about it.

Let's go somewhere
and not tell anybody where

and, and have a real honeymoon.

And then come back
and get to work.

And that'll be fun.

The way it is now, nothing's fun.

And what do we use for money?

Oh, it isn't as bad as all that.

And the business.
Who's going to run that?

Nothing very terrible
can happen in ten days.

It'll go on.

Oh, Don.
Please, let' s go.

We're both fed up.

I'd like to go.

We'll go.

But I haven't a thing to wear.

What do you call this game, again?

Jai alai.
It's like handball.

Jai alai.

Hey!

See that the lady wins.

- Hello, Joe.
- Hello, Mr. Peterson.

- And missus.
- Hello, mister.

How is everything?
Landed any new accounts for me?

Say, what's the matter around here?

Something's wrong.

Oh, everything's alright,
Mr. Peterson.

Oh, why not break it to him?
I say when it's serious..

- Operate.
- What do you mean?

Well, we lost the Fletcher
Bathroom Equipment account.

- Maybe only temporarily.
- Well, what went wrong?

All the copy was laid out
and ready.

Well, you see, Mr. Peterson,
it was like this..

Mr. Fletcher. Mr. Simon
Fletcher, the president

didn't like the copy.

'And he wanted you to change it'

and you weren't here to change it.

Well, he knows he wasn't here.

So, he came in the office
and made a big fuss about it--

Let's get inside.

Get me Mr. Fletcher on the phone.

- Hurry!
- Yes, sir.

Other things have happened too.

- What?
- Well you know on Dorothy Gray.

We thought that
that conference with them

wasn't coming up
until after the first.

But they had a meeting
and they wanted to do something

right away on that special
campaign for that new perfume.

Yes, so what happened?

Well, I tried to give
them some ideas, but they

wouldn't listen to me
and, so, well..

They gave it to someone else.

Well, that's that.

'But I don't think we lost
the account, Mr. Peterson.'

- Just on that one campaign.
- "Just on that one campaign."

- Yeah.
- I counted on that.

I needed it. Heh.

It's my fault,
I shouldn't have gone.

I might have foreseen
this would've happened.

A stitch in time usually..

Why don't they get Fletcher?
What's the matter?

- Yes, sir.
- Oh, Don.

- Please don't worry about it.
- Hmph.

We didn't miss any bills.

Hello. Fletcher Company?

Get me Mr. Simon Fletcher, please.

This is Mr. Peterson talking.

Hello, Mr. Fletch..

Oh.

Mr. Fletcher is out.

To me.

That's 8,000 a year we lose.

We took a trip.

Now, if we lose Dorothy Gray..

...we can close up shop.

Oh, Don, I'm sorry.

We had to take a trip.

Don, please.

I wanted us to have a honeymoon.

Mm-hm..

You wanted us to have a honeymoon.

Don, please..

All that is gone now.

Take the romanticists.

Look what they did.

For the harmony
and the purity of the classics

'they substituted
the capricious standards'

'of the Middle Ages.'

'Fantastic? Picturesque?
Imaginative? Yes.'

But, sentimental.

That other thing
which had precision

truth, unadorned beauty..

That's all gone now.

My boilers can stand
more strain than--

- Indeed.
- Oh, yes. My, yes.

'They've been subjected
to 50 years of wear and tear.'

And have stood everytest.

- Every test?
- Every test.

- My boilers..
- His boilers.

Uh, how are you boilers,
Mr. Peterson?

- I'm doing fine. Thank you.
- Oh, let me forget.

Uh, what were you saying?

Something else about my boilers.

They're made
of a very secret alloy.

- Did you know that?
- No.

Of course not.

Few people know anything
about boilers.

There's something else
you'd never guess.

My boilers are the best boilers
manufactured in the world.

Van Hugh inherited this place.

I inherited the boilers
from my grandfather.

'It's been
a grave responsibility.'

'Course.

Entertainment is needed.

Madame Godzinskaya.

Would you favor us with a number?

Delighted.

Mi mi mi mi mi mi.

I forgot the words.

There's another thing
about my boilers.

- Good heavens.
- I beg your pardon?

The song was so touching.

Swell evening, wasn't it?

What's the matter?

Boilers.

What?

Boilers. Boilers. Boilers.

I've heard so much about them,
I hope they all bust.

He's a dull fellow, isn't he?

Pity a girl like Peggy

has to be married
to a man like that.

Great pity.

It's alright, though,
for your wife to sit listening

all evening to the big bore

as long as you can make it
a thrilling evening

for poor, poor Peggy.

Aw, listen.
You're not jealous, are you?

It isn't jealousy.

If you don't understand why..

Marriage.

What do you mean, "Marriage?"
What's that got to do with it?

Well, if you're in love with a boy and
he's supposed to be in love with you

you don't sit stuck away
in a corner all evening..

...while he makes love
to another woman.

Not twice, you don't.

Not if you aren't married.

Eh, you're exaggerating.

I don't like it, Don.
I don't like it at all!

Now, Helen.
I don't want any scenes.

I'm tired
and I want to go to sleep.

Boilers!

Now, Ms. Seymour, please.
Let's jump into this.

It's six o'clock, Mr. Peterson.

Ms. Seymour, we've too much

to do to worry about the time.

Well, I can't work anymore.
I don't feel well.

I'm sure I have
a high temperature.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

- You better go home.
- Yes, I've got to go home.

Get here early in the morning.

I hope I can, Mr. Peterson.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Coming out to dinner, Don?

No. I have work to do.

Well, I'll run along.

Why? What's your hurry?

I have work to do.

Here are the drawings
for Garfinkel.

What is it that's so important that
you go home every night to work on?

Don, I'm doing the drawings
for Ellison.

- What drawings?
- The Palm Mennen drawings.

Wasn't any point
in my not doing them.

Ellison had the account.

Thought I might at least..

You don't owe me any explanation.

I know I don't. I'm just
decent enough to offer one.

You might've told me sooner.

What's the difference?

Not go sneaky.

Didn't want to hurt you.

Ha! Hurt me.

Well..

You better go along.
Don't waste any time.

Don, don't always
tell me what to do.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Oh. Hello.

What are you doing,
this evening?

- Working.
- Can't play hooky?

No.

Well, how long
are you going to be there?

All night, probably.

I'm going to be
in the neighborhood.

Going out for dinner.

If I see a light in your window..

...may I stop by
and take you home?

I guess.

Yes.

A light in the window.

Hm.

Don?

- Yes?
- What time is it?

Just 3 o'clock.

Heavens, I must'’ve
been asleep for hours.

I meant to wait up for you.

Just finished working?

Yes.

Don, why are you lying?

Lying?

Let's have a showdown.

When I finished working,
I went down to the office.

I wanted to see if there
wasn't something I could do.

When I got there, I saw
you going away with Peggy.

Don, I'm fed up.

- Before I even explain?
- Before you even explain.

You can tell me that
it was the first time

or that it was an accident...
I don't care

if it was the first
or the 50th time.

The point is, Don, it isn't
any one thing, it's everything.

Can't go on like this.
I can't.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm tired and I don't
want to argue.

I'm not going to argue either.

Tomorrow, I'm moving out.

'We're through.'

Are you crazy?

I will be crazy if we go on like this.
It's been piling up and piling up.

I said so in the beginning.

Marriage isn't any good.

But what's marriage to do with it?

'Everything.'

Why did I lose out
on the Palm Mennen account..

- In the first place?
- 'Why bring that up?'

You've got it now, haven't you?

Yes and you resent that,
and you resent

the fact that we went to Havana.

And when we got back, the business
was in a mess on account of it.

Don, you've got a right to resent it.

Don't you see?
It's all mixed up.

You're trying to do
what you think I want

and I'm trying to do
what I think you want

and neither of us
is doing what we want.

It's no go this way, Don.

Helen.

You've got to compromise
once in a while.

Compromise is defeat.

I'm not going on, Don.

You're tired...and jealous.

That's right, I'm jealous.
And why?

There's nothing wrong when you're
taking another girl out for an evening.

If I weren't a wife,
I wouldn't be jealous.

And you have to come sneaking in..

Alright.

Listen.

It's no go.

What are we going to do about it?

I love you, darling

and I know you love me.

Let's be lovers again.
Let's be separate people.

And not try to be one.

Listen, I'll take an apartment

of my own again,
and you keep this.

- I'll go, darling.
- Either way.

But, but let's work separately
and do things separately.

And when we do come together again

it'll always be new
and exciting and real.

Alright. We'll try that.

If it'll make you happy.

Goodnight.

Night.

Tie this for me, will you?

That's another disadvantage
of our arrangement.

I haven't even a wife
handy to tie this.

Oh, these modern young people.

Give me the old-fashioned girl.

Do you remember the bustle?

- Do you?
- No. More the pity.

I remember the hobble skirt.

Oh, there was an invention.

The hobble skirt.

They couldn't walk fast

nor far in the hobble skirt.

You could trust them.

And, now.. Iris is gone.

- Gone?
- Yes, gone.

To visit relatives in Assquapeck.

- Do you care?
- Do I care?

Let me tell you something,
I'm jealous.

Insanely jealous.

- Not of Iris?
- Of Iris.

One would never think so.

That's the price I pay
for being married

to the most beautiful
woman in the world.

- Oh, I wouldn't say that.
- I'll say it for you.

My boy, I'll say it for you.

You mean to say you're not really
indifferent to Iris?

Indifferent?

I scorch. I burn.

My heart is like a volcano.

- But you as act as though--
- Ah.

I act.
All the world's a stage.

Every man plays a part.

How else am I to hold her?

- How else?
- Let's go.

Do you realize I haven't
seen Helen for almost two weeks?

If Iris knew, she'd leave me.

So, I'm suspended
between earth and sky.

Doomed to love and not show it.

That's life, that's love.

That's women..

Well, uh, thanks very much.
I'll be seeing you.

You're sure you don't want
me to come up with you?

No, that's alright.
Uh, thanks a lot, don't bother.

Goodnight!

Mr. Peterson.
Of all people!

Ms., um..

Ms., uh..

Won't you come in?

- May I?
- Yes, do!

Thank you.

Hm.
Charming place you have here.

I like it.

You too.

What?

Charming.

It's about time, Mr. Peterson.

Where are we going?

My nose was shiny.

Let's see.

Okay?

Very okay.

Let's not go out tonight.

I want to go out.

Have it your own way.

No, if you don't want to go...

You disarm me by agreeing with me.

Don't agree with me.

I want to stay.

How about a compromise?

Compromise is defeat.

You can stay for five minutes
after the theater, Mr. Peterson.

Oh..

That'll be nice.

Oh, I forgot to thank
you for the flower.

Thank you for the flowers,
Mr. Peterson.

I've missed you.

Let's not go out.

Alright, let's..

Not.

Uh-huh.

The ice man.

I can't imagine who that can be.

- Good evening.
- Hello, Van.

So, it's you.

I thought I'd go along with you.

I've nothing to do.

Well... we're staying.

Oh, that's fine, Don.

I really don't feel
like going around tonight.

A glass, please?

Love and life and laughter.

'Love and life and laughter.'

The Gods give them to us
and what do we mortals do?

Ah, woe is me.

Woe and alack-a-day.

'It was different in the old days.'

'There were fair women
and brave men.'

'Knights, in armor, jousting.'

I should have liked to joust

and to have had a beauteous
Iris toss me her glove.

As I stood before her, a victor.

Her tiny glove.

I should have kissed her glove.

My glass, please.

Mr. Van Hugh said
we're to use his car.

Yes, sir.

Hey, buddy, can you spare
a dime for a cup of coffee?

Coffee?

I haven't had my demitasse.

What do you say
to the Central Park Casino?

The hamburgers are lovelythere.

My arm.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Good morning.

Morning.

Better hurry up or you'll be late.

Then you won't want
to come here anymore.

Try and take my key away.

Swell this way, isn't this?

- You win.
- I don't win.

Isn't it?

- Yes.
- I was right, wasn't I?

The way a woman proves her point.

- But you haven't had any breakfast.
- I've got to go.

When's our next date?

Well, I'll call you up sometime.

Do that, mister.
Not too soon.

Tonight too soon?

'What's the red circle for?'

Red-letter day.

What conceit!

Well..

When?

'Oh, but that's
two days from now.'

'Sounds like two years from now.'

'Feels like two years from now.'

Crazy.

Better go to work.

Bye.

Bye.

Wednesday?

Wednesday.

Not Tuesday?

Wednesday.

Wednesday.

Hello?

Oh, hello.

How's tonight?

Have you permission
to go out with me tonight?

Don't talk like that,
Nick. I'll hang up.

I'm on my knees,
abjectly apologizing.

Please, will you
come out with me tonight?

No, I..

What time is it?

Twenty past six.

Oh, is it as late as that?

Well, look, um..

Uh, what do you want to do?

Anything you like.

Alright.
Call for me about seven.

No, I won't be ready before seven.
Better make it a quarter after.

Alright...alright.

- Hello.
- Oh, Don.

Why didn't you call
two minutes sooner?

- Why?
- I just said I'd go out.

- Who?
- Nick.

Oh.

Wish I could call it off.

- Can't you?
- How can I?

Well, don't.

Tomorrow night?

I don't know.

Why?

I may have some work to do.

I'll call tomorrow.

Well, please don't mind, darling.

No. Not at all.

Goodbye, dear.

Bye.

Funny girl.

- Time to go.
- What do you mean, time to go?

The evening's young yet.
We're going lots of places from here.

No.

What's the matter with you, Helen?

I know.

You're just a pre-war bloomer girl.

- Think of something insulting.
- I'm trying hard.

You know,
you're hopelessly old-fashioned

but you won't admit it.

I'm hopelessly sleepy.
I do admit that.

That's old-fashioned.

- Sleep?
- Uh-huh.

- I went to bed at three this morning.
- You wish anything?

Yeah, bring us two.

- Two what, sir?
- Two anything!

Let's go places.
I'm not sleepy.

Swell.

Now, maybe we'll get somewhere.

Maybe.

Why is it I do alright
with every girl, but you?

And, perversely,
you're just the one I want.

On account of you,
I've thrown over all six

of my ex-ladies,
since you left Don.

Am I to be the seventh,
Mr. Bluebeard?

- Won't you be the seventh?
- You put it so nicely.

'Course, I..
I know Don's the great love.

But must it always
be the great love?

No little detours?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

What's the matter, dear?

What's wrong? You look
as though you'd seen a ghost.

It's nothing.

Let's go.

- Taxi.
- Taxi!

67th and Central Park West.

I guess I won't need
you after all, old man.

The ice hasn't arrived yet.

The service here is terrible
and Herbert owns the place.

- Who?
- Herbert Smith.

My husband, stupid!

Oh.

Well, let's have it straight,
with a chaser.

Suits me.

- Well?
- You and me.

Don.

What's the matter with you?

I've told you before.

But I'm leaving him.

What do you mean?

I'm crazy about you.

- Peggy..
- Don't talk.

- Looking for someone?
- I'm not speaking to you.

- You're in my room.
- Yes, and so's Don.

- Then I'll ask you to go.
- She wants us to go home.

- I said, I want you to go.
- Come on, Don. Are you coming?

Mother says, "Are you
coming home, little boy?"

Peggy, would you mind leaving
us alone for a few minutes?

Please.

Jealous.

That's right. Jealous.

- Like a wife.
- Like a wife.

Want husband to come home.

No, I don't want
husband to come home.

'It's clear to you now,
isn't it, Don?'

It must be clear even to you.

It won't work.

It takes two people
who can be trusted.

Meaning me.
What about you and Nick?

That's right. Me too.

We're not noble enough to carry
out our noble experiment.

Yeah, well, I guess not.

We're just human.

Goodbye, Don.

Let's be friends.

No, thanks.

Goodbye means goodbye.

It's what you want, isn't it?

It's what you want, isn't it?

Yes, it's what I want.

No hard feelings.

We tried.

No go.

No go.

- Ready?
- Yes.

- Where to?
- Anywhere.

Fine.

Don!

- Taxi, please.
- Taxi!

- No rebound?
- No rebound.

I've locked the door.

And thrown the key
down a deep well.

I can still scream.

Oh, no you can't.

I'll smother you with kisses.

You talk like a novelette.

"Reading time,
11 and a half minutes."

I'm not going to let
you bluff me tonight, Helen.

- Not tonight.
- Better be careful.

At school I was known
as the athletic type.

Oh, yeah?

Well, if you're finished now, Nick
I think I'd better run along.

I'm not going
to let you go, Helen.

You'd better start screaming.

The marines.

Yes.

Well, Van, what's up?

Nothing's up.

Everything's down.

I knew your apartment
was near. So, I ran up.

- How are you?
- Greetings.

- I don't get you, Van.
- What's down?

We're having a party at Renee's.

We ran out of scotch.

You don't mind if I borrow two
or three quarts, do you?

No, certainly not.
Go right ahead.

- 'Make yourself at home.'
- A party at Renee's?

Haven't seen her for over a week.

Guess I'll go along.

Oh, that's swell.

That's fine.
Why don't you come too, Nick?

If you know anybody
that's lonesome, call them up.

Call everybody up.

- Goodnight.
- Thanks, Nick.

I'm glad I didn't disturb you.

This is goodnight?

Yes, Van.
Thanks for seeing me home.

I've always admired you, Helen.

You're beautiful. Not as
beautiful as Iris, mind you.

But you're beautiful.

Thanks, Van.
You're sweet.

Helen, I don't suppose you could
be interested in me, could you?

Oh, don't get me wrong.

Nothing serious.
You know how it is.

No, Van, I'm afraid
I couldn't be interested.

- There's no harm in asking.
- No harm at all.

- Goodnight, Van.
- Goodnight.

Helen.

Oh, darling...

I'm so ashamed of myself
for causing that terrible scene.

Don, I didn't know what to do.

Then Nick took me
to his apartment.

- You needn't tell me.
- I want to tell you.

We were kidding and..

Oh, then it wasn't funny anymore.

He didn't..

You didn't?

No.

I ran down to the street,
looking for you.

And Van came to Nick's.

Talk about an angel in disguise!

And brought me home.

And would you believe it?

He propositioned me
on the sidewalk.

Van?

But that's how it
always will be, Helen

when a wife leaves her husband,
for any reason.

Darling, it may
not be perfect living

together all the time, but..

It hurts both ways,
and this way it hurts less.

It's getting late, Mrs. Peterson.

May I stay here tonight?

I'm afraid not, Mr. Peterson.

Call me again sometime.

Oh, but it's a cold, bleak night.

You wouldn't turn me out
in a storm, would you?

I'm that kind
of a girl, Mr. Peterson.

Move over, sweetheart.
Your husband is home to stay.