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♪ Gidget, Gidget ♪

♪ When you go to Rome ♪

♪ You'll never be the same ♪

♪ And neither will your name ♪

♪ They'll call you Gegetta ♪

♪ Gegetta
The conqueror of Rome ♪

♪ We bow to you ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta
Call Italy your own ♪

♪ We beg of you ♪

♪ It's been said ♪

♪ "When in Rome
Do as the Romans do" ♪

♪ But instead ♪

♪ The Latin daughters
Want to be as unforgettable ♪

♪ And bellissima
And "gegettable" ♪

♪ As you know who ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta
Make Italy your home ♪

♪ And before we're through ♪

♪ As sure
As I'm looking at you ♪

♪ I'll bet you
They'll name a statue ♪

♪ After you ♪

♪ Oh, it's been said ♪

♪ "When in Rome
Do as the Romans do" ♪

♪ But instead ♪

♪ The Latin daughters
Want to be as unforgettable ♪

♪ And bellissima
And "gegettable" ♪

♪ As you know who ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta
Make Italy your home ♪

♪ And before we're through ♪

♪ As sure
As I am looking at you ♪

♪ I'll bet you
They'll name a statue ♪

♪ After you ♪

♪ Or maybe a fountain ♪

♪ Or maybe a city ♪

♪ Or maybe a mountain ♪

♪ Imagine how pretty ♪

♪ Pretty Gegetta
The conqueror of Rome ♪

Gidge, would you wear my pin?

Oh, boy, would I?

Hey, you know,
it was right here,

right on this very spot
that Jeff pinned me.

You know, I don't
understand them.

Who?

Well, here I am,

entering college
in the fall,

and my poor progenitors

still act as if
my relationship with Jeff

was nothing but
a teenage infatuation.

What's "progenitors"?

Progenitors
are your folks.

As if I could
so much as glance

at another man...

Except from a purely
aesthetic viewpoint, of course.

Yeah, I see
what you mean, Gidge.

There's a lot to be said
for aesthetics.

There sure is.

That's how I sold my folks
on going to Rome.

I told them
that it was about time

I got a little culture.

What progress
are you making?

Well, I had

a very successful
dry run.

First of all,
I got Mom and Dad

used to the idea
of my taking a trip alone.

Then I sprang
New York on them.

As soon as Dad
comes out of shock,

I'll hit him with Rome.

Are you two all set?

Well, speaking
quite frankly,

it was so easy
with mine,

I think they're trying
to lose me for a while,

if we get a chaperon.

Yeah, that's all mine
are bugged about.

That's just a detail.
Hey, what time is it?

Almost 3:00.

Well, come on,
we're gonna be late.

Hey, come on.

Come on, let's go.

I'm terribly sorry,

but I was arranging
a trip to Rome.

Oh, get her.

Thanks a lot, Delores.
Same time tomorrow.

Okay.

Pay her, pay her.

What's the scoop?

Yeah, Gidge,
what'd Jeff say?

"The wheels of the Gods
grind slowly,

but they grind
exceedingly small."

Come of it, Gidget.

I told him you two were all set
except for the chaperon.

But what did they
say about us?

The usual question...

What about the other girls?

All set, but we've got
to come up with a chaperon

to satisfy their folks.

Oh, squares, huh?

No, just parents of girls,

and who can blame them
with characters like you?

Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, what about
the Gidge?

She's having trouble
convincing her dad,

but I'm not worried about Gidge.

It's that chaperon bit
that bugs me.

They're expecting us
to come up with some wet blanket

by 3:00 tomorrow afternoon.

Mm-mm.

I've got it!

Let's forget
the whole thing,

stay here, and take
a summer course.

Oh, good.
I have a better idea than that.

You're beautiful.

Guard.

What's that?

Your queen's in check.

Well, that
is not the way

I taught you
to play this game.

Thought you had me,
didn't you?

Oh, Dad, you're so clever.

Yeah, sure, Mother's been
using that line on me for years.

The...

the old man's
decided to give in.

You want a trip
to New York

with Lucy and Libby,

you've got it.

Oh, Dad,
that's wonderful!

It's marvelous.
It's practically perfect.

Practically?

Well, sure,

the rest of the kids
are going to Rome this summer,

and New York is definitely
the next best thing.

Well, you see,
that means I'll be there,

so I can go out to Idylwild,

and when the plane takes off,

I'll be able to stand there,
all alone,

and wave good--

I mean,
arrivederci Roma to them.

No.

Now, let's finish
the chess game.

But what if I helped
pay for the trip

with my own money?

Let's finish the game.

What if I could put your king
in check in one move?

Impossible.

Checkmate.

Well, I'll be darned.

Then I can go
to Rome, huh?

The subject
is closed.

Well, then, you're a welsher.

I didn't say
you could go to Rome

if you put my king in check.

But you did not
say at all.

You said
it was impossible.

And that's what I meant,
impossible.

Now, Francie,
repeat after me.

The subject is closed.

The subject is closed, I guess.

No, no, no, no,
the subject is closed.

Oh.

Well, the subject is...

Closed.

That's better.

Now, once more.

The subject is closed.

There's no doubt about it.
My dad's weakening.

He again said,
"The subject is closed."

Does he make you
repeat it after him?

Certainly, he's a father.

Hey, what time is it?

Two minutes to 3:00.

Oops.

Oh, excuse me.

That's for holding
the fort, Delores.

It's me, Moondoggie.

We bagged a chaperon,
Judge's old aunt.

Perfect.

She's in Paris right now,

but she'll handle everything
and meet us in Rome.

That's terrific.

Yeah, isn't that great?

Ask her.

Listen...

Judge and Clay
want to know

what Libby and Lucy
are really like.

Didn't you get the picture?

Yeah, sure,
I got the picture,

but what does it prove?

Well, I'll tell you,
Moondoggie.

The best way I can describe them
is, well, they're girls.

Is that all?

I've missed you so much,
Moondoggie.

Yeah, I've missed
you too, Gidge.

Just picture us, you and me,
standing beneath a Roman moon.

How about your dad?

Beneath a Roman moon?

No, I mean,
are you sure

he's going
to let you go?

Well, sure I'm sure.

My happiness
is very important to my father.

Gidget, your happiness
means a great deal

to your mother and me,

so we've been giving
this project

some further consideration.

What project
is that, Daddy?

This trip to Rome.

Oh.

Oh, well, I thought
that subject was closed.

Well, yes,
but as you say,

these tours
are closely supervised,

and if your heart's
so set on it, but--

Well, it's not so much that
my heart is set on it, Daddy,

it's more my mind.

Your mind?

Yes, well,

in these troubled times,
I feel that it's the...

Well, it's the duty
of every thinking young American

to try to...

understand the problems
of our neighbors across the sea.

Well, you might join
the Peace Corps

and let Washington
finance you.

Well, I've thought
of that, Dad,

but you have to have
a college degree.

and since
this tour to Rome's

already been arranged--

Oh? This one?

Well, no, not exactly,
but practically the same

with a lovely,
sweet, little old lady

who's going to be our chaperon,

and who's going
to handle everything.

Why, it's actually
better than that tour.

Everybody's so en rapport
and stuff.

What do you mean, "en rapport"?

Oh, Mother,
you know what that means.

It means "congenial".

Oh, I know
what "en rapport" means,

and I know
what "congenial" means...

But we haven't
the faintest idea

of what you mean.

Well, after all, Libby and Lucy
are friends of mine,

and you know Jeff and Judge,
and Clay is a friend of theirs,

and Judge's aunt
is going to be our chaperon,

so wouldn't you say
that was en rapport?

I don't know.

That sounds
pretty cozy.

Really, Father,
I'm 18 years old.

Oh, Russ,

I'm afraid
you're dead.

Well, I guess
the time has come.

The time has come
for what, Daddy?

To let you fly out of the nest

on your own.

Are you feeling
all right, Daddy?

Oh, he means it.

God help me.

Oh, before I forget.

I have something to give you.

It's a $10 gold piece

that your grandpa
gave to me for good luck

when I made my first trip alone.

All the way to Indianapolis.

That was a very daring journey
for a young girl.

Oh, thank you, Mother.

I'll treasure it

and keep it
with me always.

Well, now,
we'll go shopping

and get
some new clothes.

Oh, thank you, Mother,
I love you,

and I'm very proud
of both of you.

Clothes--

me, Russell Lawrence,
I couldn't have had a boy.

Well, then, it's true?
It's really true?

I am on my own at last?

Totally and completely
on your own.

My dear old friend Paolo,

the other day, I was delighted
to come upon your article,

"Italy, 1963".

It brought back
vividly and poignantly

the day in 1944

when I was parachuted
behind the lines,

and you hauled me
out of the tree

and shared
your last bottle of Chianti

with me,

and then the months
that followed--

the bull sessions,

the talk of life and love,

and the price of eggs...

"The talk of life and love
and the price of eggs."

What's the matter?
Bad news?

No, only a nuisance,

a letter from
my friend Lawrence of America.

His little girl's in Rome,

and he wants me
to keep an eye on her.

Well, darling, that's lovely.

Why don't you ask her
to come and stay with us?

And then Paolo can learn
to speak inglese, huh?

Oh, no,
she's with other children,

and her father wants her
to think she's on her own,

and he does not want her to know
that he's written to me

or that anyone
is looking after her.

Oh...

I won.

All in one piece.

Thank you, darling.

But how can I watch this child
and not seem to watch her?

I'm not a detective.

But my very talented husband

will find
a very clever solution.

Sure, I'll have
a brilliant idea.

Uh-huh.

Geget.

Huh?

That's her name.

Oh.

Geget?

Hold it, hold it.

Hey.

Hi.

Do you realize where we are?

Why, sure, we're
in Rome, Italy.

We are not.
We're in the Eternal City.

Romulus and Remus,
the Appian Way,

Caesar and his legions,
the Tiber...

Rosanno Brazzi,

I wonder where he lives.

In Hollywood,

and for heaven's sake, Lucy,
don't be provincial.

Open your eyes.

Look at a new world.
Broaden your horizons.

That's what I intend to do...
if I can.

Now, look...

Isn't he the perfect Roman?

He might have modeled
for Michelangelo.

Did you hear what
them Dodgers did yesterday?

Yeah, they murdered the Giants,

but I'm worried
about the infield.

Wait till they get
to Candlestick Park.

Come on, Gidge.

Buon giorno.
Buon giorno,
signore.

...Jeff Matthews.

Matthews, Matthews, Matthews...

Non credo, signore.

But don't you have...

Ah, we have a reservation
for the signora,

but she didn't say anything
about anybody else.

You had to flunk English
and pass Italian.

Sir... I'm sure

you don't understand
my friend's Italian.

There she is.

You mean,
your aunt barks like a dog?

Quiet, darlings.

Hush, or I'll cut you
out of my will.

Now, you be
good little children.

Hi.

Well, that was very nice,
but who might you be?

I'm your nephew.

The last time I saw you,
your face was down here.

I had it lifted.

Where have you been?

Well, Alitalia
was very rude

to Howard and Ethel,

and would put them down
with the luggage,

so naturally,

we took
the Rome Express.

Howard and Ethel?

This is Howard
and this is Ethel.

They are utterly devoted to me,
aren't you, babies?

Well, where are your manners?

Say "How do you do?"
to your cousin.

There, that's better.

Aunt Albertina, you know,

we don't have any reservations
at this hotel.

But you should
have made them, ducks.

You know what Rome is
this time of year?

You were supposed to.

Don't quibble, boy.

You're just like your father,

or...

Is it your mother
I'm related to?

Oh...

are these to be
my little charges?

Well, yes... I suppose so.

Close your mouths.

This is Libby Bennet.

Hi.

That's Gidget Lawrence...
Hello.

Lucy McDougall,

Clay Anderson,

the tall one
with the umbrella,

and Jeff Matthews.

How do you do?

Oh, obviously,

you were born
years too late.

Gidget?

How do you do,
Mrs. Blythe?

Oh, God, you're going
to be the sweet one,

but she can't fool me.

Judge told us

that you've already hired us
an Italian guide.

What would
make him say

a thing like that?

Because you said
a thing like that.

Well, that was
very thoughtful of me,

wasn't it?

Okay, you shall have your guide,

because when it comes
to catacombs,

coliseums and forums,
and all that jazz,

you're on your own.

I'm not interested
in any old ruins but my own.

That was a joke.

Any reference to my age

is a joke.

Well, let's not be hysterical.

Now, Aunt Albertina,
about our reservations?

Oh. Oh, yes.
Oh, well, here.

Here, you take them.

You mean,
without a chair and a whip?

Bite them back.

Ciao.

Welcome back, Signora Blythe.

Your suite is ready.

Thank you,

and... the two double rooms
with an extra bed in each

for the ragazze and the ragazzi.

For the benefit
of you foreigners,

that means "boys"
and "girls."

Isn't Jeff clever?

Oh, he certainly is.

He's taken a big load
off my mind.

Without reservations, signora,
it's impossible.

You understand,

this is the height
of the season.

I know, I know.

That's why you're so good
to make room for us.

Of course, Signora Blythe,
for you, any time.

Two doubles with
an extra bed in each.

And the Italian guide
I wired you about,

what about him?

Uh, but, signora, this is
the height of the season.

You're repeating yourself,
Alberto.

You'll gain the reputation
as a bore.

Perhaps my first born?

Perfetto.

Thanks, madam.

Well, you're all set.

The guide goes on duty
tomorrow morning.

Is he handsome?

He's Alberto's first born.

Look at Alberto.

Oh, Lucy,
we're not here

for the sole purpose

of looking at
handsome guides.

But he might have been
a model for Michelangelo.

Oh, mother's coming, darlings,
mother's coming.

Yes, come to the mama, yes.

Here you are. Oh, too bad.

Well, perhaps
in some later incarnation, hmm?

Come on, babies.

Come on, dears.

We'll go up
to the room now.

I can't wait
to get to my room.

Come on, Gidget, we'd better
go up and get settled.

Jeff, can't we
walk around

for a while?

We're in Rome.

Yeah, sure, okay.

I just want to give
the concierge our passport.

Oh, Jeff,
I just can't believe it.

Pinch me.

Moondoggie,

that man over there
pinched me.

"Oh, swear not by the moon,
the inconstant moon,

"that monthly changes
in her circled orb,

lest that thy love
prove likewise variable."

Oh, Jeff, can you imagine
Romeo and Juliet here?

Romeo and Juliet
were in Verona, Gidget.

Don't be so literal.

It's still Italy.

Listen...

You can hear their voices--

Leonardo, Cellini,
the Borgias, Caesar...

Why, who knows?

He might have
crossed the Tiber

right at
this very spot.

It was the Rubicon
he crossed, midget.

Well, he had to
cross the Tiber too

if he wanted to go
to the beach

with Cleopatra.

Imagine that pair
going to the beach?

You know what the trouble is
with you?

What?

You're too much.

Am I really, Moondoggie?

Hey, listen,
about that Moondoggie bit,

that's great
when we're in Malibu,

but now that we're in Rome,

I think you should try
to control yourself.

Okay, but it's
still okay

when we're alone,
isn't it?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, Moondoggie.

I wonder what Romeo
called Juliet

when they were out
on a date.

I don't know,

but you can be sure
it wasn't Gidget.

"My lips,
two blushing Pilgrims,

"ready stand...
to smooth that rough touch

with a tender kiss."

Ah...

Come on.

Hey, how about this?

Hi.

Isn't this great?

Hey, Gidge, dig this.

Grazie.

Now, children, wait

while I see Alberto
about the guide.

Hey, how do you say,
"I'm an American" in Italian?

Just open up your mouth
and they'll know.

Wow.
Americano.

Hold it, hold it.

Well, you're all set.

Your guide
will be here momentarily.

I hope he's handsome.

All Italian men
are handsome, ducky.

So I'm off to Fontana's,

where I shall go mad

and order tons of clothes
I don't need

and spend a fortune.

You don't have
any more room.

Oh, true, true,

but the Fontana Sisters
will tell me I'm bellissima,

and at my age, that's important.

Uh... I suppose
you children wouldn't care

to give Howard and Ethel
a little culture today, hmm?

No. That's what I thought.

Well, have fun
and don't disgrace me.

Hey, you think
maybe that's him?

I hope so.

He's perfect.

Bon gurno.

Ciao.

Buon giorno.

I am Alberto's daughter,
Daniela Serrini,

and I am to be your guide.

But we were expecting a man.

But as you can see, I'm not.

Yes.

You know, that's
one thing about me.

I can tell a boy
from a girl...

like that.

Uh, my name is
Jeff Matthews,

and this is Gidget.

This is Lucy.

That's Libby...
Hi.

Clay...
Hi.

And this is Judge.

I'm glad
to meet you.

You mean, my father
did not tell anyone about me?

Oh, why don't you
tell them?

I am your guida

during your stay
in the Eternal City.

Hey, do you know
what that means?

Yes, that means "guide".

Are we ready?

Avanti.

Excuse me.

Scusi, scusi.

But I-- but I need guidance.

Moondoggie!

Well, isn't that great?

This is the Trevi fountain,

perhaps not the most beautiful,
but one of the most famous.

There is a legend
that if you make a wish

and then you toss a coin
into the fountain,

the wish will come true.

What about
your penny, Gidge?

I want my epitaph to read,

"Here lies
the only American girl

"who ever came to Rome

without tossing a coin
in the fountain."

And I want a picture
of the girl who said it.

Hey, come on,
you clowns.

If we're going
to make the Coliseum

before lunch,

we'd better
step on it, right?

Right.

The Coliseum is, of course,

one of the most famous
of all Roman ruins.

...Built by Vespasian
and Titus,

and could seat
about 50,000 people.

The podium was occupied
by state officials,

the second level,
by wealthy or nobles,

and the populace
sat above them all.

All right,
wait a minute,

that's enough talking.

Let's get some serious
picture-taking here.

Yeah, let's get
some pictures.

Come on, come on.

Hold it, hold it.

Very good, very good.

They have to help
the poor girl,

because she's
so... top heavy.

Yes, that's probably

what made
her ankles so thick.

Well, she's only doing her job.

Some job.

Get a load of Jeff.

Very good.
You're next, Clay.

I know who
you look like.

Nero's wife, Poppaea.

Oh, but she was
such a wicked woman.

But most beautiful.

I've seen your profile

stamped on some
old Roman coins.

Nero, baby,

I'm so bored with
those Christian martyrs.

Can't we go
somewhere else?

Just-- just one more
Christian martyr for the road,

and then we'll go.

How beautiful she is.

What a tasty morsel.

Ooh, for me?

No, my emperor, she is mine.

Oh... pity.

Cheese.

Gidget.

Gidget, where have you been?

Oh, fiddling
with history.

Sure, sure, kid.
Old Uncle Judgy understands now.

Why don't you get out
of the ancient Roman sun?

And over there
is the Forum.

In ancient days,

it was the marshy valley

between the Palatine
and Capitoline Hills.

Over there...

are the remains of the Rostra,

built by Caesar and Augustus.

And that is the place
where Marc Anthony made

his so classical speech.

"Friends, Romans, countrymen,
lend me your ear.

I've come to bury Caesar,
not to--"

Praise!

"Praise," right.

Get ready
for a picture, children.

Thank you.

And it must have
been about there--

that Cleopatra
was brought to the Forum

when she lived in Rome
as Caesar's concubine.

A memento, a memento,
oh, serpent of the Nile.

This is
the Castel Sant'Angelo.

And Benvenuto Cellini

was once
imprisoned there

and escaped by
knotting bed sheets

into a rope.

Why, Gidget,
that's right!

We already have a guide, Gidge.

I don't think
even Elizabeth Taylor

could get away
with that Italian hairdo.

Wanna bet?
Wanna bet?

Oh, so you have
cut your hair, signorina.

Oh, you like it?

Ah, si. My daughter will
be most flattered

that you so admire Roman styles.

Well, I didn't
have it done

to flatter anybody.

But you flatter yourself.

Hi, Jeff.
Hi, Gidge.

Come on, we're
gonna have a cappuccino.

Hi, Gidget.

Hi, Gidge.

Hey, it's too bad
you missed the Sistine Chapel.

You had to lie on your back
just to see the ceiling.

Three guesses who was lying
next to good old Moondoggie.

It was so obvious.

They didn't even notice.

Perhaps they thought
it would be impolite

to comment in public.

Impolite? Huh!

You don't know
my friends.

Signore Cellini...

a pleasure to
see you again.

You too, Alberto.

Um, do you have
a young American girl,

Miss Lawrence, registered here?

Ah, she was just here--

No, wait.

First, we must have
a small conspiracy.

What's so funny?

My mother's French,
my father is Italian,

and I speak English.

Yes, but tell me,
do you surf?

Surf?
All right then,

when you come
to America,

that's something
I want to teach you.

And there's something
I want to teach you too.

I--I meant that I wanted
to teach her how to surf.

He meant he wanted to
teach her how to surf.

Oh, isn't that cute.

Surf. Isn't
that touching?

Yeah, it gets you
right here.

You see, you
have a long board

with--with a fin
underneath.

Yeah, a long board
with a fin along--

and you paddle
it way out

and wait for the
swells to build up.

The swells.
And then when you've

sensed the wave
curling behind you--

Sense the swells.
You smells the swells.

He's clever, isn't he?

Ooh, fine boy.
You maneuver into the tunnel

and ride her in
on top of the world

until she dumps you
into the soup.

It sounds
very exciting.

Well, we do it at Malibu
the whole year round.

Gidget, you do that too?

There's nothing to it.

Oh, I know I could never
learn how to surf.

Oh, that's
not true.

Oh, don't be silly.

No, with your
body and, uh,

the way you move,

uh, your
coordination,

you'd have everybody
looking at you.

She could body surf
immediately.

Jeff!

What?

Well, look!

Look at what?

Well, look!

Are you all
right, Gidge?

I was trying
to get you all

to notice my hair.

Well, that's a pretty
hokey way of doing it.

Oh, you flatter me,
Gidget.

That makes you look
even younger than you are.

That wasn't
the idea!

And you call yourself
a college man.

Signorina Lawrence?

Oh!

Have an accident?

No, thanks, I just had one.

Oh. I see.

Mm, there is a gentleman here
who would like to meet you.

Me?

I don't know one single Roman.

He's from Roma Magazine.

A writer.

A very distinguished writer.

Really?

Well--well, what does he
want to see me for?

You're a most
fortunate young lady.

The magazine wants
him to write a story

about an
American girl's

first impressions
of Rome.

I tell him I have such
a girl right here.

But you've got three.
There's Libby and Lucy--

Oh, I say to him

"Miss Lawrence
is intelligent

and simpatica."

Oh, I see.

Is she not perfect?

Perfect?
What do you mean--

Perfect.

Miss Gidget Lawrence.

Signore Cellini.

Buona sera, Signorina.

Arrivederci, Signore.

Piacere di conoscere.

Is there something wrong,
Miss Lawrence?

Oh, I thought that in Italy,
they kissed your hand.

They do if the lady's married.

That is the custom.

Oh, I see.

Uh, but since the
young lady is American,

could we not
stretch the custom?

It's my pleasure.

It's a very
unusual place--

Hey, hey, hey.

Get a load of that.

Boy, he's
handsome enough

to be in the movies.

It wouldn't take
much of your time.

You would only
have to tell me

what you are doing,
where you are going,

the people you meet,

what you think
of everything.

Oh, I love everything I see.

The name, Cellini.

Your first name wouldn't be
Benvenuto, would it?

No.

Who would dare to name a child
for such a genius?

No, my name is Paolo,
which, in English, is Paul.

And your name is...Geget?

Gidget.

Well, that's what
everybody calls me.

It's sort of a nickname--
girl, midget, Gidget.

My real name is Frances.

It's not
much better.

Oh, but in Italian,
it would be Francesca,

a charming name
for a charming young lady.

Francesca...

and your name is...Paolo.

Yes.

Paolo and Francesca.

I mean, it's such a coincidence.

The star-crossed lovers
immortalized in Dante's Inferno.

You're very well-read,
Miss Lawrence,

but only Dante said
they went to hell.

I prefer
to think of them in heaven.

I like your thinking.

Now, that's what
I call continental.

Oh, dry up,
will you?

He's old enough
to be her father.

So's Cary Grant.

We could start
tonight with dinner,

if you would like.

Oh, I'd love to.
That sounds marvelous,

but I'm with
my friends--

Oh, but I meant

that your friends
should come along too.

Oh, I'm sure they'd love to.
Would you like to meet them now?

I'll meet them
tonight.

Um, I'll pick
you up at 7:00

if that is convenient.

Certainly.
That's just fine.

Till then,
goodbye.

Ciao.

Ciao.

You're still wet.

Oh, it'll dry out.

No, I mean behind the ears.

Hey, look, we're going
out for dinner tonight

to a place Daniela's
been telling us about.

Right in the middle
of some old ruins.

It sounds like a real blast.

As they say,

when in Rome,
do as the Romans do.

Well, I'm
terribly sorry,

but I have
a previous engagement.

I certainly hope

it won't spoil
all your fun.

A previous engagement

doing what?

I'm going out to dinner
with a famous writer.

He wants to interview me.

Interview you? For what?

Well, this may come

as a complete
shock to you,

but because
I'm intelligent,

simpatica,

and interested
in something

besides having fun
in some old ruins.

Oh, brother.

Now I've heard
everything.

You sure won't mind

if I don't go along
with you tonight?

No, of course not.

There'll still
be three couples.

Well, how do you
figure that?

Well, there's Clay and Libby,
Lucy and Judge,

and Daniela and me.

Well, then
that works out

simply splendid,
doesn't it?

Yeah, we'll try to make
the best of things.

You are here tonight

in the ruins
of the Caracalla Baths

where 1,800 years ago

the elite of Rome
congregated to relax

and exchange the gossips
and the news of the day

with their friends.

Daniela,
let's drop history.

Be our G-U-E-S-T,
not our G-U-I-D-A.

Yeah, Daniela.

Tell us, what do you do
when you're not guiding?

Oh, I go to the university.

Guiding is how I help
pay my fee.

Oh, really.
What do you major in?

Paleontology.

A girl like you
interested in fossils?

That's incredible.

When you mention fossils
in my presence, smile.

Aunt Albertina,

aren't you having
a nice time here?

Certainly not.
I'm a chaperone,

and it's the last time
I shall let your mother--

or--or is it your father
I'm related to--

talk me into anything so ridic.

Albertina?

Is that you,
Albertina?

Bunny, darling!

Would you do me the honor
of twisting me?

I'd adore to.

My dear friend,
the Duke of Malta--

or is it Padua.

Uh, oh, here, yes.

Keep those busy
little hands occupied.

No, thank you.

Oh, all right,
consolation prize, boys--

consolation prize.

Oh, Bunny, my pet,
you have saved my sanity.

I don't know
what I would have done.

Those little monsters
are driving me out of my mind!

Well, when in Rome--

Do as the Romans do.

Why don't you
take a bath?

We don't want to.

When in Rome...

Do as the Romans do.

I'd like to smack you
right in your mouth.

Yeah, if you
can find it.

What is it?

Punt e Mes.

What?

Oh, a Carpano--
light Italian aperitif.

Mm...

Mm...

It's delicious.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Even some Romans
never acquire that taste.

I should have warned you.

It seems quite bitter at first.

Well, it is a little.

Don't drink it if
you don't like it.

It puckers your
fresh young smile.

All right, Mario.

Tell the Signorina
your story.

I couldn't stop him
if I wanted to.

It's a ritual.

Well, Signorina,

in honor of the best fettuccini
in all the world,

Signorina Mary Pickford

and Signore
Douglas Fairbanks--

Mary Pickford
and Douglas Fairbanks.

My grandmother told me
all about them.

Her grandmother?

I would say her grandmother
has an adorable granddaughter,

wouldn't you, Mario?

Oh, bella. Bellissima.

I know what that means,
and I thank you.

Oh, I thank you.

It's my pleasure.

I see you
like it.

Mm!

it's yummy--

I mean...bello, that's
what I mean.

Buono.

Buono?

Buono.
Buono.

Golly, it must be fascinating
to be a journalist in Rome.

Just think of interviewing
great composers

like Respighi, and, uh--

Ooh, great philosophers
like Santyana,

and, uh, oh, Elizabeth Taylor
and Richard Burton.

Wow!

I find interviewing
Francesca Lawrence

unusual and different.

Well, what do you find
so unusual about me?

Well, you have a cute nose,

your ears are flat,

and you have some
of Mario's fettuccini

right on your chin.

Oh! Oh, I do.

Oh, golly.

Let's walk outside.

Excuse me.

Something's
wrong, Jeff?

It's sort of a problem
you might say.

Oh, if you worry
about your Geget

dining with
Signore Cellini,

I spoke to Papa.

He's an honorable
magazine writer.

It's not that.

Gidget can take care
of herself.

Daniela...

did you ever feel...

as if you'd never
quite been alive,

and then suddenly,
you were alive?

I'm afraid I do
not understand.

Well, did you ever
walk into a room...

and see someone
coming towards you

that you had never
seen before...

and right then you knew?

That you were in love?

I am afraid it only happens
in your American movies.

But a girl like you,
you must have been in love.

Oh, many times.

One is always in love in Italy.

It's our national pastime,

like your baseball.

You and Geget,

you have been engaged
for a long time?

Engaged?

A couple of years ago,
I gave her my--my pin.

Just kids.

Then it's not serious
between you?

Mario...

Si, Signore.

Il conto,
per favore.

Subito.

You still haven't asked me

what an American girl like--
well, like me

could tell your readers.

Tell me,

where are you going tomorrow,
and tomorrow, and tomorrow?

Well, the kids I'm with,

we have this, uh, Italian guide,

and she's going to take us
through the Catacombs,

the Museums,

up and down the seven hills,
you know, all the tourist traps.

And this will
not interest you?

Oh, yes, I want to see it all,
everything fascinates me.

But I noted a trace
of impatience in your voice.

Well, there are some Americans
who don't come to Rome

for the sole purpose
of making wishes

and tossing coins
into fountains.

You're very mature
for one so young.

You understand me perfectly,
Mr. Cellini.

Please call me Paolo.

Paolo...

Oh, I want to see it all.

The poor and the rich.

What interests them,
what they want,

what amuses them.

How they tick.

Tick?
What does that mean?

Oh, that's just
an American colloquialism.

What I mean is

I want to know
what motivates them,

and, uh, thank you
for not laughing at me.

Why would I laugh at you?

Well, if I said that
to the kids, they'd laugh.

No, I wouldn't laugh at you,
Francesca,

and it'll be my pleasure
to show you

what makes the Romans tick.

Oh, golly.

Oh, Moondoggie,

you're an absolute angel
to wait up for me.

You knew I'd
want to tell you

everything
that happened.

Oh, Cameriere!

Si?
Carpano.

Punt e Mes?

Si, due.

Si.

Well, aren't you going
to ask me what happened?

Yeah, sure.
What happened?

Well, Mr. Cellini--

but, uh, he asked me
to call him Paolo,

that's his name--

anyhow, he's
a brilliant writer,

and he took notes
on everything I said.

Good. I'm glad
you had a good time.

Oh, it wasn't
just a good time.

It was also
very important

because, you see,

he's going to
introduce me

to a lot of Italians,

so I can learn
how they think.

Isn't that exciting?

Gidge, I've been doing
some thinking.

Oh, I know
how you think.

No, I mean I've really
been thinking.

I've been wondering...

well, maybe if we're
making a mistake.

I don't dig you, Jeff.

What I mean is that

we've been
going steady, right,

and this Fall

you'll be going
to the university,

and you'll be meeting
a lot of college men,

and they're gonna
want to date you.

Oh, you don't
have to worry

about me,
Moondoggie.

Look, it's
just that...

I wouldn't want
to stand in your way.

Say--say,
you happen to--

to meet someone
who flips you?

What are you trying
to say, Jeff?

Gidget...

Gidget,
you're only 18.

Have you met someone
who--

who flipped you?

You know that there'll never
be anybody like you...

but just say
I should meet someone,

I wouldn't want you to get hurt.

You're always thinking
of others, aren't you, Jeff?

Gidget, please don't
take it like that.

Take what like what?

Well, you're
acting as though

it were the end
of the world.

Well, you're certainly
not the end of my world,

Jeff Matthews.

When in Rome,

one always has
a Carpano at midnight.

You must learn, Jeff,

to take the bitter
with the sweet.

Gidget...

1889, it was the beginning
of the Roman National Museum,

which possesses
world famous collections

of ancient sculpture

and archeological material.

This is one of the largest
statues of Athena in existence.

It was found approximately
in the 16th century

near the church
of Santa Maria

above the
Minerva Square.

She's cute,

but just a little
bit hefty.

I bet she really
stowed away the pasta.

You know, you could have
modeled for her--

the same
classic features,

and the same, uh,
heroic proportions.

Oh, Jeff,

as you
Americans say,

do not kid me.

Makes you want
to throw up,

doesn't it?

And now I will show you

one of the best preserved
statues of ancient times.

We are approaching now
the Discobolus of Myron.

Notice the technique.

Its naturalness of form
and boldness of movement.

Um, did you say
Discobolus?

That's right.

Well, you must be wrong,
Daniela,

because the Discobolus
is in the Vatican Museum.

You are correct, Geget,

but that Discobolus is just
another of the many copies.

This one, by
Lancelotti,

is regarded as
the best replica

of the Myron bronze,

which has been lost
for centuries.

Isn't he magnifico?

Magnifico.

In 1938,

this piece was sold
to Adolf Hitler,

but fortunately,

it was brought back
to Italy in 1948

and added to
this collection,

and now, if you
will follow me,

you'll see the most beautiful
Roman frescoes

found in a villa
near Premoporta--

Translation...
"Entrance forbidden."

Translation...
"Forbidden to touch statues."

Nothing but an umbrella
and a pair of sneakers

in the lost and
found department.

Don't worry
about Gidget, Jeff,

she's a big
girl now.

Yeah. besides,

she knows we're
supposed to meet

back at the hotel.

I'm not worried
about her, but--

Well, if she had
to go and get lost,

wouldn't you think
she could do it

in a restaurant?

Well, let's go feed,
hungry one.

Many thanks,
Sahib.

Translation...
"I think she's crazy."

The second guard
will now say...

"Between an American
and a crazy one,

how can you tell
the difference?"

Translation...
"Maybe an art thief."

Well, you must be
wrong, Daniela,

because the Discobolus--

You could have
modeled for her.

The same classic features,
the same heroic proportions--

Ah, Jeff, as you
Americans say, do not kid me--

When you come to America,

there's something
I want to teach you--

We have a guide, Gidget.
We have a guide--

When you come to America,
I want to teach you--

We have a guide.
We have a guide--

Magnifico. Magnifico--

Ah, this no!

What are you doing?

Are you sure this is a matter

for the United States Embassy,
Miss Lawrence?

Of course it's a
matter for the Embassy.

Aren't we supposed to
get in touch with you

when we're
in trouble?

Well, I'm
in trouble,

and I don't
even know why!

Silenzio!

Calme. Grazie.

Now, do you realize,
young lady,

that if I hadn't
thrown the weight

and majesty of the USA
into the breach,

that you would be
in jail right now?

What for?

You tried to damage
and destroy

some of the most valuable
statues in the museum?

Why, I never did anything
like that in my whole life!

That's beside the point...

unless you can think of somebody
who'll vouch for you.

Well, there are
thousands of people.

There's Mrs. Blythe

and the rest of the kids.

Well, perhaps
if you wouldn't mind telling me

where I can reach them.

Well, the kids are still out
sightseeing,

and, uh,
Mrs. Blythe is never in.

Oh, that's...that's a big help.

That solves all our problems.

You wouldn't just happen to know
a resident of Rome, would you?

Lend me your glasses.

Tina, you know I
don't wear glasses.

I've never
worn glasses--

Ginger...

Tina will be cross.

Unless your glasses
deceive me,

there's one of
my little monsters now.

The wholesome one.

He doesn't look
wholesome to me.

No lechery, Ginger.

It's the girl.

Why, Mrs. Blythe!

You'll never believe
what just happened to me,

the funniest thing.

Your manners, child,

your manners.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mrs. Blythe, this
is Paolo Cellini.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Mrs. Blythe is
our chaperone.

Paolo is with Roma Magazine,

and if it
weren't for him,

I'd--I'd probably be
in jail right now.

Your manners, child.

Oh, uh, the Countess
de Rockquefort,

Signore Paolo Cellini.

How do you do?

And, uh, uh,

well, help me, child,
help me.

You know your name
better than I.

Francesca Lawrence.

Francesca!

I thought it was
Budget or something.

Well, anyway,

if it weren't for Paolo,

like I was saying,

I'd probably be there
right this minute--

We were about
to have some tea.

Will you both
join us perhaps?

We'd adore to.

Tea?

Don't you remember?
We're already late.

We have to meet
the Duchess

at the Excelsior.

Tea...

I'm so terribly,
terribly sorry

we can't stay.

Mind your own
business, Howard.

A pleasure,
Signora.

A pleasure, indeed.

Hmm, you are
full of surprises,

aren't you, ducky?

Hm-mm.

I'll see you later,
Mrs. Blythe.

That is
your chaperone?

Uh-huh.
Isn't she old-fashioned?

Old-fashioned?

Yes. Well, you know,

I read this book
called "The Roaring 20s"

and she's just one
of the characters.

But your father
and your mother,

did they choose her?

Oh, no.

They never even saw her.

You don't know my dad.

but if he'd ever met
Mrs. Blythe,

I'd probably be
on a surfboard in Malibu

right this very minute.

Then I must send flowers
to Mrs. Blythe.

Flowers?
Whatever for?

Because I've her to thank

for your being in Rome
this summer.

Um...

will you excuse
me one moment?

I have to call
up my office.

Oh, certainly.

I'll be right back.

Bellissima.

Oh, why--why thank you.
Grazie.

I've been observing you

from across
the garden.

You have?

Your escort is well known to me.

Oh, you mean Signore Cellini?

Si.

Oh, well, I don't believe
I caught your name.

Oh, me scusa.

Prince Bianchi, at your service.

Prince?

Perhaps you would
do me the honor

of bringing, uh,

our mutual friend Cellini

to a small gathering
of intimate friends

at my villa tonight?

Oh, well, golly, sir--
I mean, your Highness--

I don't know.

But it is a command.

Oh...

10:00 then.

Forgive me.

Oh, that's all right.

The most marvelous thing
has just happened.

We've been invited
to a party tonight!

Where?
By whom?

By your friend, Prince Bianchi.

He's sitting right over there.

Well, I--I don't know, uh...

Oh, please, Paolo,

don't say you're
interviewing somebody tonight.

No, no, no, no, it isn't that.

It's, uh, you see,
his parties are a little...

Well...

Oh, please, Paolo.

Here's my chance to see...life.

I'm not a child, you know.

But I don't think

it would be
quite appropriate.

Appropriate?

Oh, please, Paolo? Please?

I mean, how do you expect me
to learn anything

if all I see
is what's appropriate?

Well...if it means
so much to you.

Oh, thank you!

Scusa, Signora.

And Howard, if you don't stop
being so jealous,

I don't know why--

Ah...and here
are the rest of you.

What do you mean
"The rest of us?"

Well, aren't you shy
one sweet young thing?

Yes, but how
did you know?

Because I just saw her.

Where did she meet
that delightful,

beautiful,
continental male?

What male?

A six-foot male.

Dark, handsome,
with eyes that talk.

Need I go on?

She must mean
that dream boat

that's writing
the story about Gidget.

Well, how do you
like that?

She runs off
at the museum

and worries us
half pink.

I'm going to give that girl
a piece of my mind.

Don't give her
too big a piece.

You won't have
anything left.

And then?

He said,
"Bellissima."

And then?

He kissed my hand.

And did he kiss
your hand again?

Hey, I thought you were
going to give her

a piece of your mind.

Yeah, Gidge,
I don't get it.

I thought the whole
idea of this trip

was togetherness.

Yeah, first you wander off
at the museum

and scare us
half to death--

And now
you're going

to rat out
on us tonight.

I said I
was sorry.

But you don't
look sorry.

Well, I'm going
to a villa tonight,

my host is
a prince,

he practically
demanded my presence.

Does Jeff know

you're going to this
wing-ding with him?

What concern is it
of Jeff's?

Aw, come off
it, Gidge,

you know what concern
it is of Jeff's.

Well, he pinned you.

You know, I almost feel

as if that happened
to two other people.

Watch it, girl.

You know, Moondoggie
could go continental too

with that chicken
cacciatore.

Moondoggie...

Wasn't that childish?

Tell me, do you folks think

that this dress
is international enough

for the international set?

It looked all right
at the senior prom.

How did you lose
all that weight?

Oh, you just
eat two things--

and you can choose.

I chose my
favorites--

gin and
hard-boiled eggs.

But I don't like
hard-boiled eggs.

Have you tried
dry turnips?

Turnips...

I didn't even like them
when I was a baby.

Where's
Prince Bianchi?

Oh, he never comes
to his own parties.

What was that?

Nobody knows her.

Nobody cares
to find out.

The blades of grass,
they ripple, they rimple.

They crimple and cripple

and wimple.

They moon and swoon and bloon.

Till doon.

Insane.
How do you do it?

I became a blade of grass.

Of course. You had to.

What do you think, Winnie?

I think it stinks.

The supreme accolade.

By the river bank

where the gentle
water flow--

Wonderful!

Champagne, sir?

So I said to Millicent,

"Why don't you have
the house fumigated?

There are little men
who come in and do it you know."

Destroy all those
living creatures?

That would be murder.

Who gives a damn
about a cockroach?

I would never have
accepted his invitation

if I'd known he was
going to serve

preserved caviar.

Fresh caviar doesn't travel
in summer, Signora.

Has the Prince
got an allergy

to dry ice?

I wouldn't know,
Signora.

I've never met
the Prince before.

Preserved caviar...

Well, he should
have a bad liver.

Gin.

You owe me
4,200 pounds.

Come on.
Pay up.

Gosh, I thought she was
a Marquesa or something.

Pure cockney.

King Alfonso
found her

in the chorus of
the Piccadilly Windmill,

but this is a real Duchess
who just loves to dance.

Did you see
La Dolce Vita?

What a bore.

How can you sit still
for three hours?

I did.

Champagne, Sir?

No, thank you.

I don't believe it.

Neither does
Prince Bianchi.

That's why he never
comes to his own parties.

Well, then
why does he--

It seems a bit
stuffy in here.

Let's go outside

and get some
fresh air, huh?

I like it better
out here.

So do I.

I'm sorry,
Francesca.

I shouldn't have
brought you here.

Oh, I practically
forced you to.

It's all part
of my education,

but what I can't
understand is,

well, here's a party

and nobody seems to be
having a good time.

Of course not.

They are tired
and bored and empty.

Well, then
for heaven's sakes,

why do they come?

Because the prince
is a prince.

The food and
liquor are free,

and so they can be
bored in luxury.

Well, at least
I'm awfully glad

I saw
the international set,

but I don't know quite
how I'm going to explain it

to the rest
of the kids.

I wouldn't have missed
meeting you

for anything in the world,
Francesca.

You are
enchanting.

Well, I certainly wouldn't
have missed meeting you either.

I'm glad you feel that way.

You've been so nice,

and you've really gone
out of your way to help me.

I can't help wondering why.

You are very perceptive,
Francesca.

I wish I could be
perfectly frank with you,

but under the circumstances,
I can't.

Oh, you can tell me anything.

I'll understand.

Someday, perhaps,

when I am relieved
of an obligation.

Oh...

Well, I wouldn't want you
to hurt anybody

on account of me.

No one will be hurt.

I promise you that.

You're gonna have
to carry me.

No, really,
I mean it.

I'm getting tired.

The Villa d'Este
and its famous gardens

are one of the wonders
of the 16th century.

In all there are
3,000 water spouts,

and it took
over 10 years to build,

and once it was the villa

of the notorious
Lucrezia Borgia.

This is the famous
organ fountain

where the force of the waters
once operated a pipe organ.

What a water bill
Lucrezia must have had.

Anyone for
a watercress sandwich?

Good idea.
I'm very hungry.

I'm very starved.

And now I will show you
the corridors

of the hundred fountains.

Oh, Jeff, you know,

it's been wonderful
knowing you,

all of you,

and they seem to
have so much fun.

Oh, you.

Hey, what's
with Gidget?

She looks like an
upside down cookie.

That's a funny way
to digest pizza.

No, she met some
yogi last night.

Yogi who?
Bear?

Oh, okay, now, listen.
This is really it.

All right,
come on now.

Very good.

We're going to be
chorus girls.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Here--grab it.

Whoa! Whoa!

Ah!

What a kook.

Smile for
the picture!

Tell me, do you believe
in predestination?

Predestination?

Oh, yes, something
that was meant to be.

Yeah, that's right.

You know, you think of
thousands of people

who might have
been our guide,

but it was you

who came through
the lobby of the--
Oh!

Gidget, watch it!

I'm terribly sorry.

Hey, what's
with you today?

With me?

Well, who else?

Daniela,
could you spare Jeff

for a moment or two?

I promise not
to keep him long.

Of course.

Excuse me.

Jeff, you're happy,
aren't you?

Well, sure I'm happy.

What are you
driving at?

I mean, um,

it's Daniela,
isn't it?

Gidge, there'll never be
anybody like you, I--

Yes, you told
me that before.

I guess I wasn't very
bright because, uh,

that's what
men always say

when what they mean
is, "Get lost."

What I meant was
that I just didn't--

You didn't want
me to be hurt.

Yes, that's what I meant.

Well, I'm not.

Well, I think that she's a...

well, I think
she's a real wonderful girl...

if that's the kind of
wonderful girl you go for.

I'm happy you feel that way.

I was afraid that maybe--

No, no, no, it's perfectly
all right with me,

and I thought that you
might like to give her this.

Why would I
want to give her

a $10 gold piece?

Give that
back to me.

My mother gave me
that for good luck.

This is what I meant.

But that's my pin.

Exactly.

It was part of our
youth, wasn't it?

Yes, but I never meant
for you to give it back to me.

Well, to be perfectly
honest with you,

I don't think
he would want me to wear it.

He? Who is he?

Paolo.

You mean that magazine writer?

Yes,

but to me, he's just about--

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

You haven't gone
off the deep end

for that old guy, have you?

By "deep end", do you mean,
am I in love with him?

Well...yes.

But he's, uh,
he's just another Romeo.

What's Daniela?
Another Eskimo?

Yeah, but that's an entirely
different kind of thing.

It is?
Why?

Because you're just a kid.

Well, my mother
married my father

when she was 18 years old.

Yeah, but your father
wasn't 40 or 50,

or maybe--maybe 60.

Who is 60?

That Payola or
whatever his name is.

Paolo Cellini,
and he's not 60.

But what if he was?

Well, look at Picasso,
look at Pablo Cassals,

or for that matter
look at Grover Cleveland.

What have those characters
got to do with this subject?

They all married young women
and lived happily ever after.

That's what they have to do
with the subject--

Gidget, please.

Gidget, this just
isn't making any sense.

I knew you'd say that.

You know, if your father
was here, I'd say--

But he's not here.

No, but I am.

And so's your Daniela!

So live it up!

Scusa.

...Signore Paolo Cellini,
per favore.

Signore Cellini's not in.

Will anyone else do?

No, no, it's--it's personal.

Um...um...
what time will he be back?

I have no idea.

Well, it's very important.

Well, I could call
Signora Cellini.

Maybe she would know
where to reach him.

Signora Cellini?

His wife.

You mean he's married?

If a man has a wife,
then he should be married.

Is that so strange?

No. No, thank you very much.
Thank you.

Hey, where's Gidget?

Well, look who's
interested in Gidget

all of a sudden.

Yeah, that's
a switch.

Well, where is she?

I'll tell you,
Moondoggie.

It just so happens

Signore Dreamboat
got her an invitation

to a showing
at Fontana's.

You mean
that Cellini character?

The same.

Well, did Albertino
go with her?

No, she saw
the sneak yesterday.

You mean Gidge went off
alone with that guy?

She left about
half an hour ago.

Do you think Butch
would rather have

the Coliseum
or Lollobridgida?

Something tells me

Butch would
prefer Lollo.

So I'll send him
to the Coliseum.

Sleeveless summer coat
over simple dress.

Heavy wool dress,

with three-quarter
sleeves.

Um, parlo inglese?

Uh, un poco,
un poco.

Do you know Signore Cellini?

Ah, Benvenuto.
The magnificent artist.

The master gold
and silver smith,

but dead now

almost for 400
years, Signorina.

No, no, no, no,
not that Cellini.

I mean Paolo Cellini,
the magazine writer.

I do not read magazines.
I listen to the radio.

Oh.

Well, he was supposed
to meet me here.

Maybe he's already gone inside.

Could I go in and look?

Impossible.

But why?

If he's not there,
I'll come right back out again.

This is what all the spies say.

Spies?

Yes, Signorina.

Our competitors
always send spies

to try to steal
Fontana's original designs.

But I'm an American.

The worst kind of spies.

Oh!

Black and white coat
for the morning.

Skirt in the same material
of the coat

with a bright yellow blouse.

Hey, what are you doing?

Give me my purse back.

I've valuable things
in that purse.

Now, what are you trying to do?

You know, you have no right
to do that.

Do you speak English?

Light blue
heavy street dress

and sleeveless coat
for the late afternoon.

You can't do this!

Just a minute!

A very elegant
blue silk coat

in a bright color.

Is there anybody here
that speaks English?

Scusa, Signorina,

A ball gown
in light pink,

all embroidered,
and draped in the back.

I don't know why you think
I'm just going to stand around

and let you do this,

because I'm not.

I'm going right over
to the American Embassy,

and I'm going to get
my American Ambassador

and see that
he gets in touch with you.

I'm not a model.
I've never modeled in my life.

And now for one of
the highlights of our show...

Gidget!

What are you doing here?

Well, what
are you doing here?

It's none of your business
what I'm doing here!

Hey, what is
this all about?

Jeff,
they're after me!

I'm okay.

Come on--come on.

Jeff, what are
you gonna do?

Leave everything
to me.

Come on, let's go!

In here--in here.

Translation...

Police. Rear entrance.
Do not enter.

Listen,
do you think--

You stay out of this,
Jeff Matthews.

You helped me escape

right into
a police station.

Maybe I could
be of some help.

Paolo! Paolo!

Boy, am I glad to see you.

You stay
away from him.

What do you mean?

Will you
stay away from him?

He's responsible
for this whole mess!

Come on, everybody, pipe down,

or I'll throw the whole
mess of you outside!

This is Signore Cellini, Sir,

of Roma Magazine.

If you can explain this,
Signore Cellini,

the Embassy will be
in your eternal debt.

It's all a misunderstanding,
Signore Secretary.

Surely no one could believe

that this innocent
young lady is a thief.

But look at her!

She's wearing
our own gown.

Silenzio. Silenzio!

A disgrace to
Sorrelle Fontana.

Why couldn't you
happen to Paris?

A midget wearing
our creation,

and without gloves!

But I told you
over and over again--

it's all a mistake!

And I tell you
over and over again,

never come back
here anymore.

Oh, golly,
I'll have to!

A Fontana outfit?

I've never had
anything so pretty

in my whole life!

Of course.
It's one of ours.

Oh, thank you,
Miss Fontana.

What are you doing here?

Gidget, listen--

I'm not talking to you.

"Leave everything to me",
the man said.

Well, how did I know
it was a police station?

He's married.
Who's married?

Well, who do you
think is married?

How should I know?
A lot of people are married.

Including Paolo Cellini,
that's who.

That's who's what?

That's who
is married.

Jeff, are you
feeling all right?

Yes. I mean, no.

Well, you should
make up your mind.

Married?

Married...

That's right.

Good and married.

I don't believe it.

To whom?

To Mrs. Cellini,
that's to whom.

I found out this morning.
I went to his office.

Well, what were you
doing at his office?

Well, what difference
does that make?

That kook is married.

Can't you get that
through your head?

He's married!

Well, you finally got it
through your thick head.

Happily married?

Gidget, I'm sorry,
I had to tell you.

I know, Moondoggie,
I know.

You were right
to tell me,

but you enjoyed it,
didn't you?

I feel
a responsibility

even though we had...
an understanding.

He said he had
an obligation.

Oh, poor Paolo.

Poor Paolo!

Unhappily married to
a nagging older woman

who lets herself go,

lies around
all day in bed

eating chocolate candy,

who never makes
his breakfast,

and doesn't
understand him.

Oh, I guess
he told you about her?

That she didn't
understand him.

That's the biggest come-on
in the world, Gidget.

Oh, no, no, he'd
never complain.

He's too brave,
too gallant.

I think
you're cracking up, Gidge.

Bah!

Who cares what you think?

Avanti.

Oh, I'm
terribly sorry.

I must have
the wrong room.

I was looking
for Mrs. Blythe.

She's right under here.

Oh, Mrs. Blythe, it's you.

Could I talk to you
for a moment?

Well, I wish somebody would.

Howard and Ethel
won't even speak to me.

I seem to have this problem.

That's a good girl.

Well, no. What I mean is...

I seem to have fallen in love
with a married man.

Hmm, that's nice.

Well, my mother's not here,

and you being older and all,
I thought--

Do you think it's too extreme?

I just don't know what to think.

Oh, everyone has them
these days.

Sometimes
as many as seven or eight.

Married men?

What are you
dithering about, child?

Paolo!

I'm in love with him.

And he's married.

I just don't even know
what to do.

Oh, my poor baby!

My poor baby!

Ah...

You're so
sophisticated

and everything like
that, Mrs. Blythe.

Well, I just thought

maybe you'd be able
to tell me what to do.

Well, I'll
tell you, ducks.

The last time

I was in love
with a married man,

I...Mm, no, no,

that wouldn't
do either,

but I thought I
detected something

between you and, uh,
what's his name, Jeff?

Oh, that's
ancient history.

And besides,

he's in love
with Daniela.

Oh?

If--if I'd only have known,

I'd never have gone out
with Paolo,

but I didn't, and it--

well, it happened.

I know, dear.

Oh, how I know.

It's not as if he were
still in love with his wife.

They never are.

It's just that
he feels an obligation.

That's what he told me.

Of course he did, dear.

I never thought
I'd be a home wrecker.

Darling, nobody ever wrecked
a happy home.

But I was thinking...

if she really loves him,

perhaps
we should give each other up.

I did that once.

Brighton Beach, I think it was.

But suppose she's not really
in love with him

and is afraid to tell him?

I should know that

before we make
the supreme sacrifice.

I'll tell you what to do, ducks.

Tell me, what shall I do?

Go out and buy yourself
a new hat.

A new hat?

Mm-hm.

But what good
would that do?

Oh-ho, you'd be
surprised.

Make you feel much better.

Go on, run along,
run along.

Charge it to me.

Si?

Signore Cellini?

Si.

My name is Francesca Lawrence.

Oh, you are Geget.

The little girl from America.
Yes?

You mean Paolo--
I mean, Signore Cellini,

he's told you about me?

Oh, certo.
Yes, he told me a lot about you.

Well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Uh-huh.

Could I come inside?

Oh, please, forgive me.
Yes, of course.

Come in.

Oh, scusa.

You know, everything
is such a mess.

Yes, isn't it though.

Yes. we pack

because we leave
on the train.

You're leaving him?

Si.

Abbiamo--

Shh!

These are your children?

Si.

This is Anna, Isabella,
Paolo, and this is Leopoldo...

so like his papa.

You don't mean Pao--
Signore Cellini is--

Mm-hmm.

Buon giorno!

Shh! Oh...

I'm sorry.

They're so excited
about the journey.

You forgive me
if I go on packing,

otherwise
we'll never catch the train.

Won't you sit down?

You mustn't
take the train.

Oh, but it's better for me.

I get very sick
on a plane, you know,

and also I--I'm expecting
another child.

Oh, no.

Oh, but I have them
very easily,

and Paolo wants six of them.

I was prepared
to be a home wrecker,

but I wouldn't take a father
away from his children.

Oh, but I take them away
from their father

so that he can have a rest,

and also their grandparents
want to see them

at least
once a year.

You mean, that's all?

You're just gonna take a--
a vacation?

Oh, si.

Oh, they have
a very pretty chalet

in the Italian Alps,

so we go there
and stay with them.

Bambini...

Oh...I--I'm sorry.

Oh, look!

Oh, what will Paolo say?

Let me help you.

Oh, thank you, that's
very kind of you.

Oh, listen to them.

Please forgive me.

My dear old friend, Paolo...

My little girl
is coming to Rome,

and I would feel
much better about it

if you would keep
an eye out for her,

but try not to let her know
that you're watching over her.

She is so proud
of her independence.

Francesca...
what are you doing here?

Are you
in trouble again?

Ciao.

Were you
looking for me?

Oh, no, no.

It's just that I--

well, we're leaving
tomorrow,

and I wanted
to come by

and meet your charming
wife and children,

so I could tell my father
all about them.

Your father?

Yes.

You--you're such
old friends and all.

We are?

Sure.

You don't think
you fooled me

for one moment,
Paolo,

with all that jazz

about wanting
to do a story

on an unusual,
intelligent, simpatica,

American girl
in Rome?

Geget, listen--

I knew right from the start

that my dad wouldn't even
let me start for Rome

unless he had
someone over here to--

well, to watch over me.

Well, you know how parents are.

Well, you're a parent yourself.

They want to protect
their children,

and I can
understand that.

When I have children of my own,
I'll want to protect them too.

I certainly wouldn't
want my daughter to...

to fall in love with--

with someone
she shouldn't.

You're crying, Geget.

Well, it's
just that

everything's been
so perfect.

The Eternal City,
everything,

and I've learned so much
about life and all.

Oh, I'll never be
the same person again.

That I don't
believe.

I believe you'll
always be Geget.

A wonderful,
remarkable girl.

Arrivederci.

I guess this is it.

I hope not.

Oh, yes,
it's got to be.

Darling...

You see, Geget
came to see us.

Ciao.

Arrivederci, Mrs.--
Signora Cellini--

and to your four
charming children.

Thank you for coming
to see us, Geget.

I--I'm sorry
we received you

in such excitement
of departure,

but you come back to Rome
some time, won't you?

Everybody does.

Well, I don't know.

I couldn't promise.

I--well, goodbye.

Geget!

She's such a sweet
little girl

and playing so grownup
in that hat.

I'm not so sure she
was just playing.

I suspect she...

she really
grew up in Rome.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh, it's so lovely here,
I do not mind.

I had to wait
for something.

They told me it would only
take a little while.

Go on, open it.

Oh, it's lovely.

"For Daniela. Con Amore. Jeff."

It's beautiful.

Do you really like it?

A token of love.

Grazie.

Try it on.

I know a year
seems like forever,

but, uh, I've seen a lot
of undergraduate marriages,

and I wouldn't want
to put you through that.

You see, I--I've already had
a pretty good offer

from an American company.

I'm sure you have,
Jeff, but--

They--they
start you out

with a salary that's
big enough for two,

and raises come
right along.

Doesn't that
sound practical?

For you, Jeff, but not for me.

Yes, but you said you wanted
to come to America.

Here's your big chance.

I know some girls do it,

but it would not be fair
to get married to a man

just to go to America.

But if you were in love
with a man...

That would be different.

I'm sorry, Jeff.

I guess it's like you said.

Everybody's in love in Rome
in the summer.

To that old devil Italian moon.

Oh, I wish...

I wish it was the same
between Moondoggie and me.

My gold piece!

My $10 gold piece!

I'm just trying to find
my mother's $10 gold piece!

Stay away from me!
Stay away from me!

You just keep away from me
right now!

Leave me alone!

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Take your hands off me!

Hey, let me go!
Let me go!

Put me down!

What's--what's
happening here?

What is it, Gidge?

Jeff!

You can't do this to me!

Hey, hold it!

What's this
all about?

Let go of me right now!

Well, Miss Lawrence,

what have you
to say for yourself this time?

I'm not talking.

You wouldn't listen
to me if I did.

She just made
a mistake, that's all.

And who are you,
young man?

I'm Jefferson Matthews,
sir,

and, uh,
she's my girl.

I am?

Yes, you are

and don't
contradict me.

You see, sir,
we all make mistakes,

including me,

and as she said,

she was just
trying to get back

her mother's
$10 gold piece.

You made a mistake
too, Moondoggie?

Yes, I did, Gidget,

but I promise you
we won't make anymore.

We're flying home
tomorrow on Alitalia.

Can the American Embassy
depend on that?

Oh, yes.

I have my ticket
right in here.

Did you say
you were flying back

or taking a boat?

We're flying back, sir.

Thank you.

Come on, Gidge.

Servizio?

Well, I ordered breakfast
for three an hour ago.

I can't understand
what takes you so long.

Oh, never mind, never mind,
it's here now.

Avanti! Avanti!

Oh, well, it's
about time.

Hi.

Oh, no...

I told you I was
giving no guided tours.

Aunt Albertina,

we just came
to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

Where do you think you're going?

Back home.

Our plane leaves
in a couple of hours.
Oh, no.

Oh, well, Judge,

give my love
to your father or mother,

whoever claims
he's a relative.

Aunt Albertina,

just who are
you related to,

my mother
or my father?

I wish you'd find out.

I'll write.

Mrs. Blythe, you're
the best chaperone

any kid's ever had.

Oh.

If you ever want
a recommendation,

we'll put it
in writing.

Oh, God forbid that
I should ever be saddled

with six such
little monsters again.

No!

Goodbye.

Goodbye, boy.

Goodbye,
Mrs. Blythe.

Goodbye, dear.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye, and be careful,
don't grow anymore, huh?

Bye-bye, dear.

Bye, Mrs. Blythe.

Goodbye, handsome.
I hope I see you again.

Oh, little Gidget--

Well, what in heaven's name
is this?

A hat.

We all got together
to show you our appreciation.

Oh, that was very
thoughtful of you.

Oh, look.

Remember you said

a hat always made
you feel better?

Well, what
can I say, but...

bellissima.

Aderavici.

God bless you!

Bye!

God bless you one and all!

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The conqueror of Rome ♪

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Call Italy your own ♪

♪ We beg of you ♪

♪ It's been said
When in Rome ♪

♪ Do as the Romans do ♪

♪ But instead
The Latin daughters ♪

♪ Wanna be as unforgettable
And bellissima ♪

♪ And gegettable
As you know who ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta ♪

♪ Make Italy your home ♪

♪ And before we're through ♪

♪ As sure as I'm looking
At you ♪

♪ I'll bet you they'll name
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♪ Or maybe a fountain ♪

♪ Or maybe a city ♪

♪ Or maybe a mountain ♪

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