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Girls, girls, girls. I am embarrassed.

All your agents got the wrong information from our casting office.

I specifically said I do not want any glamorous,

gorgeous or seductive girls for this commercial.

"Do not". So they leave out the word "not",

and look what they send me, a bunch of "do" s.

So if you beautiful, glamorous and seductive creatures

can forgive me, you can all go.

Every one of you is wrong for this part.

Except that girl.

I'm sorry, girls, that I dragged you

all the way up here for nothing,

but I'll make it up to you.

I'm doing some commercials next week.

Yes. Thank you very much.

Well, I don't know how you got mixed up with that group,

but it's my luck that you did.

I could have looked for a girl like you for months.

"A girl like me"?

I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean

by "a girl like me".

You're right on the nose.

Everything the Creamy Soap girl should be.

I am? Of course!

Look at that image.

The way it projects.

None of that sexy stuff.

No mystery. None of that "come hither" jazz.

Everything is on the table.

There you are. Wholesome and well-scrubbed.

Like an Idaho potato.

Yeah. That's it exactly.

"America" is written all over your face.

Like hot dogs, apple pie,

hamburger with onions, the kid next door.

No freckles?

Sorry about that.

That's all right. You can get away with it.

Look at you.

Every mother's child.

The Girl Scout that stays a Girl Scout forever.

You know, like the kid in the funnies with no eyes.

Mr. Hayworth, I know I'm no Sophia Loren...

Believe me, dear, that is one thing you don't have to worry about.

What a relief.

I look at you and I see the daughter I never had.

She would have looked exactly like you.

Oh. Thank you.

The image. I wouldn't lie to you.

Y-You're very kind.

Don't mention it.

Look, do you know what the beauty of us is?

We got the human image.

Well, looking human, after all, is something.

The human image is very important

when you're making your pitch mostly to women.

You wouldn't want a housewife who's watching a commercial

with her husband and have him saying,

"Boy, oh, boy! Get a load of that."

She would hate the product because she resents the girl.

But, honey, no housewife in the world

could ever resent you.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Congratulations, Miss Creamy Girl.

Thank you, Mr. Hayworth.

I very much appreciate this opportunity.

And... thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

What you've got, money can't buy.

I'm glad of that.

I'd kill myself before I'd spend another nickel.

Hello, Jerry. Hi, Little Miss Muffet.

Whatcha you doing?

Oh, nothing much.

Just hanging around, sitting on my tuffet.

Is something wrong?

Oh, no. Nothing's wrong.

Where's your associate?

Isn't it time for curds and whey?

Something's wrong.

He's with the boss. He ought to be back any minute.

Jerry.

Would you say I have a "well-scrubbed look"?

Yeah. I say that all the time.

As a matter of fact, I say to Ruthie,

"Doesn't Ann have a well-scrubbed look?"

I certainly don't think it's very nice of you

to talk about people behind their backs.

Hey, I meant that as a compliment.

I know you did.

It's just that I'm already so depressed,

I don't think I can stand another compliment.

Oh. I guess this just isn't my day.

I wonder who's it is.

It certainly isn't mine.

Hi, gorgeous.

What did you mean by that?

What did I mean by what?

"Hi, gorgeous".

Nice talking to you.

When I said, "Hi, gorgeous",

I meant what I always mean when I see you,

"Hi, gorgeous".

Oh. You mean, it's just like saying, "Hello".

Not exactly.

I wouldn't say, "Hi, gorgeous" to Jerry.

Uh-oh.

Wait a minute.

You didn't get the job.

Oh, I got it.

Don't you think you ought to notify your face?

You don't look very happy about it.

Wait a minute. Did the producer get fresh with you?

Oh, Donald, don't be silly.

You don't get fresh with a girl who's got hot dogs

and hamburgers all over her face.

I beg your pardon?

Look at me. Apple pie.

Every mother's child.

Who's gonna get fresh with a little kid

out of the funny papers with no eyes?

I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it may incriminate me.

Donald, you just don't understand.

Of course I'm happy that I've got the job,

it's just how I got it that depresses me.

What did you have to do?

Nothing. See what I mean?

Of course not. Come on, let's eat.

Donald... Honey, you don't want a guy

that understands everything you say.

The next thing you'd know,

they'd be taking him out in a net.

But, Donald...

♪♪

Put that back on!

Daddy!

What is the idea?

Exactly what is the idea?

Uh, I was just... uh... I-I was just...

Just what?

Well, uh...

How long have you been standing there?

Long enough. New York, eh?

If this is what living in New York is leading to,

I absolutely refuse to allow it to continue.

Daddy, I wasn't doing anything.

Really.

You call what you were doing, "nothing"? Ha!

What were you doing, anyway?

Just come and sit down and let me explain.

You see, I was... Well, I was...

Look, I got this job this morning for a TV commercial.

You're gonna put on an exhibition like that for television?

Pack your things. You're coming home.

Of course I'm not gonna do anything like that on television.

Honestly, Daddy. What's happened to your faith?

I lost it when I walked thorough that door a few seconds ago.

When I tell you why I got that commercial,

you'll get your faith back... in spades.

Commercial? What is it you're trying to sell?

Soap. And the reason the producer chose me

is because he thinks I have absolutely no sex appeal.

So I was just trying to cultivate a little.

Sex appeal?

That's fine talk coming from a little girl from Brewster.

Daddy, little girls don't come from Brewster

or any place else if somebody, somewhere along the way

doesn't have some sex appeal.

What do you want with sex appeal?

Isn't it enough you've got sparkle in your eyes

and roses in your cheeks?

You just wouldn't understand, Daddy.

Your mother never cared whether she had any sex appeal.

Neither did my mother.

Marie women have always been earthy women. I know.

They didn't spend their lives in beauty parlors.

Naturalism was their trademark.

Why, you never even used to use

a lot of different colored goop on your face.

When you were a little girl back in Brewster,

you used to pull your hair and pinch your cheeks

and bite your lips, and when people saw you

they used to say, "There goes Ann Marie."

The girl with the swollen head and the black and blue lips.

Ann, in your present state of mind

I think it would be a very good idea

for you to come home for the weekend.

What good would that do?

For one thing, it would keep your mother from being lonely.

As long as she has you, Daddy, how can she be lonely?

Because I'm moving in next door to you.

You're not serious.

You wouldn't do that.

Yes, I am serious.

And... no, I wouldn't.

But I should.

Thank you, Daddy.

What time is it?

10 after 5:00.

I've got to get dressed. I have to meet Donald.

All right.

I suppose he's been encouraging this attitude.

Don't be ridiculous.

Donald has absolutely nothing to do with this.

Daddy, Donald has the utmost respect for me.

I hope so. Take care of yourself, sweetheart.

I'll see you Thursday.

It's funny how in so many ways Donald reminds me of you.

I'll bet you were just like him when you were his age.

Uh, make that Monday.

Good movie.

We have a lot of excellent people in our movies over here,

but there's something about European women.

Sex appeal.

You might say that.

Yeah, you could say that.

Ice cream?

Okay, but if it's not too late.

What about that commercial you're doing tomorrow?

Nothing to it.

All I have to do is bite my lips and pinch my cheeks

and I'm good as new.

Okay.

But it's not only the women, you know.

European men have a sort of interesting something about them, too.

It's experience, and a sort of savoir faire.

I guess it's an attitude.

Sex appeal.

Yeah. I guess so.

Donald. Hmm?

Do you think I have any sex appeal?

What kind of a question is that to ask of a guy

who's in love with you?

I'd just like a simple "yes" or an insulting "no".

What kind of sex appeal?

How many kinds are there?

You mean, like a Gina Lollobrigida or a Brigitte Bardot?

Either one.

You're all different.

You could say that about me and The Three Stooges.

What I want to know is,

when you're with me,

and we're alone together,

and you look at me, like now...

what happens?

You generally get kissed.

That's what happens to me.

I want to know what happens to you.

Why do you kiss me?

Why?

Because I enjoy it.

Like that dish of ice cream?

I never kissed a dish of ice cream.

Oh, Donald. You know what I mean.

Do you feel something...

uncontrollable inside of you?

For instance?

Well, something along the lines of...

say... animal passion?

Uh... Yeah, yeah.

You could say animal passion.

Tempered with respect, of course.

Oh, can you do that?

What?

Temper animal passion with respect?

I do my best.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go home.

What about your ice cream?

It's melted.

Oh, come on. I'll fix you some more.

I don't want any more.

Well, okay.

Good night, Donald.

Good night, Ann.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Daddy.

Oh, yes. Donald and I went to the movies.

We just got back.

Oh, yes.

Eating ice cream.

Oh, it was a very good movie.

Uh, about a man and a woman.

Well, you know...

No, not a particular kind of story.

Just a ordinary kind of man and woman story.

Oh, Daddy, Donald and I were just saying...

Oh. Well... Fine. Just a minute, Daddy.

He wants me to tell him the story.

He says he'll hang on.

Daddy?

Yeah, well, it all starts in this little mountain village

in Austria during the summer of 1956.

All right. Everybody settle down, please.

Give me a bell.

All right now, dear.

Hold the soap up a little higher.

That's it. Good girl. All right. Roll 'em.

Now zoom in for the close shot.

Do you want me to smile?

Sure, go ahead if you want. It doesn't matter.

Uh-huh. Cut!

Print it!

Cut! Beautiful, sweetheart.

All right. Now reach for the towel.

That's the idea. Now turn around slowly.

This time we want to see your face.

Ahh... cut! Perfect.

All right, fellas. That's a wrap-up.

Thank you very much.

Miss Marie, I'd like to see you in my office after you wash up.

Wash up?

Come in.

Yes, Mr. Hayworth?

Come in, young lady. Come in.

You did a great job. A great job.

Oh, thank you.

Don't mention it.

We'll be doing other things together, too.

Don't you worry about it.

And listen,

you'll be getting a regular supply of Cream Soap

from now on in the bargain.

How about that?

That's wonderful.

I love it. Don't mention it.

What's the address again?

My address? It's 344 West 78th.

344 West 78th.

And thank you very much, Mr. Hayworth.

Hey. Is this funny?

I live three minutes from you.

Isn't that funny?

Look, why get shoved around on a bus for a half hour.

I'm through for the day. Come on, I'll drive you home.

Oh, that's not necessary.

Are you kidding? Nothing's too good for our little Creamy Girl.

After you, my dear.

What's the matter with you?

You've been mooning and moping around all day.

Nothing can be that bad.

Just thinking about Ann.

Jerry, you have no idea...

Oh, yes, I have. She told Ruthie what was bugging her.

You know Ruthie tells me everything.

Ann figures, all of a sudden, pow, she's got no sex appeal.

Yeah. How about that?

It happens to women. You gotta understand that.

And when it happens, you gotta make a little effort to reassure them.

You know what I mean?

Wait a minute, Jerry. I don't think you understand.

I don't understand? Are you kidding?

Even Ruthie every once in a while

wants to feel like a femme fatale.

Every once in a while, they need a little excitement.

Wait a minute, I'm trying to tell you...

No, no, let me tell you.

You've got to give her a little comfort and security.

Tell her the things she wants to hear.

Tell her that she's alluring and seductive

and that she's driving you out of your mind.

Jerry! Don't argue, just try it.

Don, if it makes her feel better, what have you got to lose?

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Hayworth, for driving me home.

That was very nice of you,

but you really didn't have to see me to my door.

It's my pleasure.

Besides, I have an ulterior motive.

You do?

Oh, yes. I want to see where and how our little Creamy Girl lives.

Charming. Great taste.

Very, very attractive.

Thank you.

Every bit as attractive

as the young lady who decorated it.

You did decorate it yourself, didn't you?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Come on over here, sit down and tell me all about it.

Actually, Mr. Hayworth, there really isn't that much to tell.

I'll bet there's a lot more to you than meets the eye.

I'm really very uncomplicated.

Uncomplicated as anything, but you've got an undercurrent.

A very attractive undercurrent.

When you're as well-scrubbed as I am,

there isn't much chance for anything to settle on the surface.

You've got subtlety, Miss Marie,

and that's very exciting in someone as attractive as you are.

Attractive? Me? Attractive?

When you sent those other girls away,

you said that...

They were wrong because they were so obvious.

You know what I mean?

Oh. What about my "human image"?

Great! There's nothing as exciting as a human image

with an undercurrent and a hunk of subtlety thrown in.

It's mysterious. You know what I mean?

Yes. How about some iced tea, Mr. Hayworth?

Call me Clinton. Iced tea, Mr. Clinton?

Nothing stronger? Iced coffee?

I don't have to drink.

It's enough that I'm in the same room with you.

You know what you've got, Miss Marie?

Sex appeal.

Thank you, Mr. Hayworth. I appreciate that very much.

I really do. I just wish you'd sit down for a minute.

But I can't sit down.

I'm keyed up from shooting commercials all day.

I've got to keep moving. It's my nature.

Wh-What do you keep running away for?

Mr. Hayworth, I'm trying very hard to maintain a little poise and dignity,

but you make it very difficult to be polite.

Why don't you relax?

Take a minute out for some pleasure.

Mr. Hayworth, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Oh, now that's not fair,

and it certainly isn't human.

What does that mean?

You kindle a fire up in a man,

then you just toss him aside like a wet match.

I'm very sorry about that, Mr. Hayworth.

Don't apologize.

Mr. Hayworth! Don't do that!

Don't force me to raise my voice.

Wait a minute. Mr. Hayworth, I said no!

No, Mr. Hayworth! Will you hold still a second?

If you don't let go I'm gonna start screaming!

I can't let go. My watch is caught.

Oh.

If you'll just hold still and stop struggling...

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

Just wait a minute.

Mr. Hayworth, please don't! You're tearing my dress!

If you'd only stand still instead of struggling...

Hey!

What do you think you're doing!

Oh, Donald! Wait!

Uhh!

Donald! What did you do that for?

We were only trying to get unloose.

You what?

Mr. Hayworth, are you all right?

Just a broken nose, that's all.

I'm very sorry.

Who sent for the mafia?

This is my boyfriend, Donald Hollinger.

Donald, this is Mr. Hayworth,

the producer of the commercial.

This is the producer who thought you were as wholesome as an Idaho potato?

It turns out he only meant it professionally.

Mr. Hayworth...

I'm not getting up until I have your word as a gentleman

that he won't hit me again.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Actually, there wouldn't have been any problem

if his watch hadn't got stuck.

If you'll excuse me, I think I've got guests for dinner.

Can you make it home all right, Mr. Hayworth?

Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.

Nice to have met you.

I'll let myself out.

Good-bye, Mr. Hayworth.

Thank you for the commercial.

Don't mention it.

To anybody!

Well, isn't that terrible.

How do you like the nerve of that guy?

All that free soap right down the drain.

What?

Well, easy come, easy go.

Oh, my dress.

Can't you have it reknitted or rewoven?

It'll probably cost a fortune.

You ought to ask Mr. Hayworth to pay for it.

He did it. Actually, he didn't do it.

You did it. Me? I did not!

You did so! It was perfectly all right.

Donald, you tore my dress!

I had no choice, the way you were struggling.

Take your hands off that woman... girl. Daddy.

Have you no decency? Have you no shame?

Have you no bathrobe?

All we were doing was pinning my dress back together.

Is that what you were doing?

Yes, sir.

Well, I-I thought I heard loud voices in the hall,

and Ann here, living here all alone,

a beautiful young girl with sex appeal...

Thank you, Daddy.

See, Donald?

Even my father thinks I've got sex appeal.

Don't raise your voice.

First thing everybody in the building will know.

Voilá! Dinner is served.

Are you hungry? Starved.

Oh, good.

Donald...

That thing we were talking about the other night,

when Daddy called, remember?

Uh-huh.

You never really did answer my question.

Do you think I have... Yes.

You didn't let me ask the question.

Do you think... Yes.

Donald. Oh, yes.

L-Let me just... Yes, yes, honey, yes.

Oh, yes. Yes, I do. Mm-hmm. Sí. Yes, yes...

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