All language subtitles for Roberta.1935.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

[Speaking French]

Oh, pardon, monsieur.

Did you bring
my band of Indians?

Indians?

Yes! American Indians!
Musicians to play in my cafe!

Oh, you mean Indians
with feathers?

Yes! With noses!

Like on the American 5 cents.

Yes, yes! Have you
got them on board? Yes?

No!

Thank you, monsieur.

Indians? Indians? Are you
the Wabash Indians band?

Are you Voyda?

I am Alexander Petrovich
Moskowitz Voyda.

Let's pick it up from there.

We're the boys you hired
to play at your cafe,

the Wabash indianians.

Indianians?

Is this the same as Indians?

Um...Well, yes,
in a sense.

You see, we don't wear our
feathers in warm weather.

Do we, boys?

No. Never.

Well, when do we start,
Mr. Voyda?

You don't start!

I cabled for Indians,
and I want Indians!

No pale American face

is going to make me
a fool of myself.

Did you ever heard

of Alexander Petrovich
Moskowitz Voyda?

Sure, sure.

Oh, yes, and how, and how.

As a matter of fact,

we hear you're one of the
cleverest fellas in Paris.

In Paris. In the whole
Europe, the whole world!

I was coming to that.

I just wanted to
prepare you, that's all.

You've got a great bet
in these boys,

Mr. Voyda. They'll be
a knockout in your cafe.

They shall never see my cafe!

I ordered Indians,
and what do I get?

Bah! Bah!

Man: Wait, Mr. Voyda!

Bah!

Huck, do the organ
number, quick.

Come on, boys.
Give us the organ number.

Get the gloves out.

Oh, Mr. Voyda!
What?

Aren't you going to give
these boys a chance?

No! Why should I?

Sorry, Mr. Voyda, but I'm
afraid you got to listen.

Just submit quietly and
we'll both keep out of jail.

[All imitating organ]

* * * * *

[low tone]

[Trilling]

[Low tone]

[High tone]

Stop!

[Scatting]

* *
**

[holds note]

[Stops]

* * * *

well, how'd you like that,
Mr. Voyda?

See? You almost
made a mistake.

I made a mistake?
You made a mistake!

You're not Indians!

The cable mentioned
a short engagement.

Well, it was a nice trip over.

It'll be a nicer
trip going back...

Stoking coal.

[Man yelling in French]

Come on, boys.
The train for Paris.

A grand total of 13.78.

And a button.

Well, boys, at the rate we live,

that will last us
about two months.

Mother told me there'd
be days like this.

Say, listen, they
dance in Paris, don't they?

All we have to do is find
out who pays the Fiddler.

Does anyone know anyone
in Paris?

Top sergeant brother of mine
gave me some addresses.

Quiet.

Wait.
I know somebody.

A little girl who used
to live next door to me.

Gee, I was crazy about her, too.

She's a sensation in Paris.

She's the star of some
show or something.

Uh...She'll help us.

What's her name?

What was her name?

Oh...

Gee, I could find her like that

if I could only
remember her name.

Anybody else you know
you can't remember?

Yeah, but I can't think
of who they are.

I know. It's Lizzie,
uh, Lizzie...

Eliza-Elizabeth Gatz.

That's it.
Elizabeth Gatz.

What a beautiful name.

Whether you find
your Lizzie or not,

I've got an aunt
in Paris--aunt Minnie.

[Falsetto]
Can aunt Minnie use a band?

Probably not.
She's a dressmaker.

Well, I've knitted
and tatted all my life,

but I've never sewed.

She's very rich
and famous. She might--

well, why didn't you
say so before?

She's Roberta.

Roberta?

Mm-hmm.

This Roberta?

Yeah.
They tell me in Paris,

if you don't buy
your gowns from Roberta,

you're not dressed at all.

I see. Nude if you don't,
and nude if you do.

[Everybody groans]

[Whooping and laughter]

Man: Get my bags,
will you?

Uh, listen, ask your
aunt Minnie if she

knows where we can find
Lizzie Gatz, will you?

Ok. I won't be long.

You fellas pick yourselves
some comfortable easy chairs.

[Stammering in broken French]

Ou est madame Roberta?

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

Uh...

[Repeating French]

Oh! Merci. Merci.

Hey!

Hey!

[Man whistling]

[Speaking French]

[Woman continues
speaking French]

What am I supposed
to do here besides pray,

or can't you speak English?

[Speaking in broken French]

And--and...Well,
the old trap won't go.

Ah, what's the use?
Just a dumb foreigner.

Oh, here, here!

You mustn't do that.

You might be killed.

You...You speak English.

Ladislaw?

[Speaking French]

[Speaking French]

Oh, don't go, will you?

I want to thank you.

Gee, you saved my life. I'm
ever so much obliged to you.

Oh, it was nothing at all.

I mean, you're
welcome, of course.

Do you know where
I can find madame Roberta?

Yes.

Come with me.

I didn't really mean that
about a dumb foreigner.

I forgive you.

Gee, that's swell.

You speak English beautifully.

Long ago, I went
to school in England.

Did you like it?

Oh, yes, I like the English...

And the Americans, too.

Gee, that's swell.
I'm an American.

Gee, that's sw--

I mean, I thought so.

Will you sit here, please?

Thank you.

Woman: Entrez.

But, Minnie, you made
a mistake in the year.

You don't look
a day over--

Stephanie!

How do you do, lord Henry?

My dear!

I saw your cousin prince Peter

last week in Rome.

He asked after you
most solicitously.

I hope you told him

I had gone to work
and he should do the same.

When all you titled
aristocrats get jobs,

maybe Europe can settle down
to a few years' peace.

What is it, Stephanie?

There's a young gentleman
outside from America

waiting to see you.

A young gentleman, American?

John. John!

Bring him in, Stephanie!

Bring him in. No, wait.

Don't let him come
till I've powdered my nose.

Give me that compact, Henry.
Quick, quick, the compact!

How does he look?

He must look all right.

Send him in, Stephanie.

Yes, madame.

This John from America,
who is he?

My nephew.

I met him when I was there
a few years ago

and took a great fancy to him.

He's quite famous in his way.

All-American halfback

or three-quarters back
or something.

Really?

Yes. You know, it's queer,

but when you happen
to like your relatives,

you like them better
than other people.

And if you hate them?

Don't be obvious, Henry.

He was the only one
of the whole tribe

who was polite to me
during my entire visit.

I like him.

He's like a big, affectionate,
blundering Newfoundland dog.

I liked to see him grow up.

How big is he now?

Oh, about 6'2".

John, my dear!

I'm so glad to see you.

Swell to see you, aunt Minnie.

Here he is, Henry.

Here is my--

Newfoundland dog?

I was telling him
about you, John.

This is lord Henry Delves,
a really grand person.

How do you do?

And this is Stephanie,

my able assistant whom
I couldn't do without.

Well, young man,
I think your aunt

should be very much
complimented.

When I was in Paris at your age,

I didn't spend my time
visiting my aunts.

Maybe you didn't have
any aunts like aunt Minnie.

Very prettily said, John.

There aren't any
like your aunt Minnie.

Well, good-bye,
young man.

I'm off to catch a train.

But in a fortnight,
I'll be back, and then,

as I understand
it is the custom in

your country, we'll go
places and do something.

Ha ha ha!

Good-bye, Minnie.

Miss me just a little,
won't you?

A very great deal, my dear.

Arrivederci.

Nice old duck, isn't he?

Well, he isn't so terribly old.

Oh, I didn't mean
in years, aunt Minnie.

I meant I like him.

Do you?

Then you're a good judge of men.

Now tell me about
this young lady

you wrote me about.

What was her name?

Uh, Sophie.
She's given me the air.

What?!

We had a row.

Oh. I thought she'd
given you an heir.

She must be very stupid.

Oh, no.
She's brilliant, really.

She speaks German
and French...And everything.

Here's her picture.

It isn't very good
of her, though.

Mmm. She has
her points.

I take it you're
smarting over this air

she has given you.

Well, I'm still
in love with her...

But she says I'm just a hick.

A what?

A farmer.
I've got hay in my hair.

I can't talk on any
subject. I can't dance.

I can't even dress myself.

Ridiculous.

I don't know anything
about women's clothes.

And when I have to order dinner,

it's always meat,
potatoes, and pie.

Oh, she says that, does she?

Well, we'll show her
she's wrong.

Gosh, John's been in
there a long while.

Ah, why didn't we
go to a hotel first?

Man, I'm hungry.

Come on, mack,
give him the call.

[Clarinet plays]

That's my gang.

I came over with a band.

Band of what?

An orchestra. They're
the Wabash indianians,

hired for a job in Paris

and fired through
a misunderstanding.

Now they're looking
for an engagement.

They're a swell bunch.

[Clarinet plays
notes like a cuckoo clock]

They do that rather prettily.

[Knock on door]

Entrez!

Madame, Scharwenka
wants to see you.

She doesn't like her tissue.

She doesn't like the model,

she doesn't like the fit,
and she doesn't like the price.

Oh, you mean
she doesn't like it.

Yes, madame.
What will you do about it?

Do about it?
Let her go!

She'll come back.

She's the rage here
right now, and she's

got the best figure in Europe,

but she has to have a dress...

At least partly.

I'm afraid she intends
to start her screaming.

If she does, stick a pin in her.

I'd rather use an ice pick.

Uh...

This time, I left the door open.

Who's she going to
stick a pin into?

Scharwenka.

A Polish countess who's spurned
the hollow mockeries of society

and gone in for
nightclub entertaining.

[Woman yelling in
foreign language]

You can see she's talented.

Do you allow her
to make such a noise?

If she enjoys it, why not?

But suppose the police come in?

Good! They can
take her away!

But she must be insane
to make such a row.

Stephanie may not
be safe with her.

You feel inclined to stop her?

Yes, I do.

No! No, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

You are not the only
couturier in Paris.

I am good advertising

for the house
the dressers--hey!

I do not know why
I come to Roberta anyway!

Will you quit pushing me?

I--I beg your pardon.

You can't behave like that,
you know.

You big, beautiful American.

You are very strong.

You do not understand.

These Latin races
must be shouted at.

I am not a Latin, and
shouting doesn't impress me.

Hey!

I shall never set foot
in this place again!

You do not know how
they have treated me.

This horrible old woman here,

the greedy old diable.

Easy. She's my aunt.

Oh. Oh, well, I was
not blaming it on her.

She's really a genius...

But that little shrew
who runs the business,

that Stephanie--

but Stephanie's swell.

What? You are her lover?

I've never seen such a place.

No one thinks of anything
but being somebody's lover.

Well, have you
never thought of it?

What happened?

Your nephew has done
most admirably, madame.

What'd he do?

Where is Scharwenka?

On his neck.

Oh, I see.
Does he like it?

Not particularly.

But I don't hear him
shouting for help.

[Clarinet plays
notes like a cuckoo clock]

There's that cuckoo band again.

Scharwenka.

Do you think she'd do something
for my nephew if he asked her?

I don't think he'll
even have to ask her.

No, no. I mean something
for this band of his.

She could get them
an engagement.

And if they're John's friends,
they're a swell band.

I must show you Paris,

and I want you to love it.

I've seen the Eiffel Tower.

Oh, no.

My dear countess, I understand

there are a few things
wrong with the gown.

You shall have a new
model at a new price.

There is nothing
wrong with the gown.

I'll be back tomorrow
for another fit.

May I present my nephew John?

Oh, he presented himself
most charmingly.

My nephew is paying me
a visit en route to London.

He has a band, which is
playing at a private party

for the Duke of Nottingham.

I should like to hear
your orchestra sometime.

Now. There's no time
like now.

Now, hang on to your hat!

Hey, you fellas!

Strike it up!
It's a job!

Come on, boys, let's give them
the "let's begin" number.

Ok, boss.

Come on. Get over.

Come on, men, get over there!

Max, Max, get a big sound on 1.

[Band tuning up]

All right, boys, let's swing it.

* now that you've got me going,
whatcha gonna do? *

* is it up to me,
or is it up to you? *

* what kind of game
is this we've begun? *

* was it done just for fun? *

* don't forget, since we met *

* there's no reason
for feigned regret, oh *

* is this to be a case
of falling till I fell *

* kiss and never tell,
folly and farewell? *

* which is it going to be?
Might have been *

* lose or win *

* let's begin *

* I'm here to tell you,
let's begin *

[falsetto]
* now that *

* you've got me going,
whatcha gonna do? *

* is it up to me,
or is it up to you? *

* what kind of game
is this we've begun? *

* was it done
just for fun? *

no.

* realize that I'm wise *

* and please stop rolling
those big blue eyes *

* is this to be a case
of falling till I fell *

* kiss and never tell,
folly and *

[deeply]
* farewell *

[falsetto]
* which is it *

* going to be,
might have been? *

* let's begin *

* let's begin *

listen, John.
Listen, I think--

oh, Huck, it looks
like you're all set.

Remember the girl I told
you about on the train?

A friend of my aunt's,
she likes the band.

Well, I was out
there dancing and

I looks up and I saw--

quiet, quiet, quiet.

You're going in to
meet a Polish countess.

Aw, I don't want to
meet any countess.

Yeah, but she can
give the band a job.

I don't care what she
can--who can? She can?

Yeah.

Well, that's different.

No cracks, now.

I think they're very good.

John: Aunt Minnie, this is
my friend Huck Haines.

Minnie: My nephew has
told me about you.

Countess, may I present
monsieur Huck Haines?

It is un grand pleasure.

Countess?

Well, if it
isn't Liz--

Huck is for huckleberry,
n'est-Ce pas?

Uh, yes...And
a couple of n'est-Ce pas.

Mr. Haines is the piccolo
player I was telling you about.

Ah, piccolo player.

How charmant.

No, no, madame.
Pas de piccolo.

I play what you'd call

[European accent]
"Filthy piano."

May I present myself?

Le Marquis de Indiana.

Ah, Indiana.

A province in the south
of Greece, huh?

Oh, no, no,
madame de la comtesse.

[Whispering]
Just west of Pittsburgh, babe.

Ixnay ackincray.

Oh, these Americans are, uh,

what you call, uh, fresh guys.

No, no, no.
Refreshing.

Oh, mais oui.

Refreshing.
Pardon, monsieur.

Pouf.
It is nothing, toots.

Pouf.

I should like to talk
to this refreshing...

"Filthy piano" alone.

Oh, certainly.
Certainly.

Is he a lunatic?

Oh, no.

That's merely his way of
making her feel at home.

Oh.

[American accent]
Now, listen here,

Huck Haines--

[with affected accent]
Uh-uh. No, no, no.

What a charming surprise

this little tete-a-tete
wiz you alone.

Huck, please.

What's the racket, Liz?

Did you marry the title
or just lift it?

Be a pal, will you, Huck?

It's just a stage name.

You've got to have a title
to croon over here.

I know.

Gee, Lizzie, you look grand.

Look, I promise to get you a job

if you won't tell on me.

Ok, Liz.

And it's not Liz.

I'm sorry. Uh...Princess?
Baroness? What is it?

You may call me Tanka.

Tanka.

You're welcome.

Aw, it's swell
seeing you again, Tanka.

What about that job
for the boys?

Madame Roberta is having tea
in her sitting room,

and she'd like you to
join her if you'd care to.

[Resumes foreign accent]
Oh, I am so sorry,

but will you tell madame Roberta

that I have an engagement
with the Marquis de Indiana.

Yes, countess.

Well, now I guess I've got
you to add to my worries.

It's time for your nap.

Minnie: Stephanie,
my child.

I'm adding to your many duties.

We're going to make John over.

I think he's very nice as he is.

A good tailor never hurt a man,

no matter how nice he is.

[Guitar playing]

That's Ladislaw.

The doctor makes me take
a nap every afternoon,

and Stephanie thinks the music

helps me go to sleep.

Ladislaw is our doorman
and a prince.

A prince--your doorman?

Mm-hmm.
A Russian prince.

If there were such a thing

as a restoration,

Ladislaw would be in
line for the throne.

Minnie: Oh, Ladislaw,

I hope you're in
good finger today.

This is
my nephew, Mr. Kent.

Glad to know you.

[Speaking French]

Are you comfortable?

Hmm-mm.

I want a drink of water.

Don't stand there, Ladislaw.

Play something.
Play something.

[Ladislaw plays guitar]

[Singing in Russian]

[Struggling with door]

Shh. You'll
wake her.

You're darn right, you will.

[Band playing]

[With foreign accent]
* I'll be hard to handle *

* I promise you that *

* and if you complain *

* here's one little Jane
that will leave you flat *

* I'll be hard to handle *

* what else can I be? *

* just ask my dad
the trouble he had *

* controlling me *

* I have faults *

* to be specific, in the temper,
oh, I'm terrific *

* I throw chairs and tables,
and I never miss *

* no *

* I'm as cold as any shellfish *

* I tell lies, I'm mean,
I'm selfish *

* think it over *

* my warning is this *

* I'll be hard to handle *

* I'm making it plain *

* now just be a dear
and scram out of here *

* 'cause I'm going to
raise Cain *

[scatting]

* I'm as cold as any shellfish *

* I tell lies, I'm mean,
I'm selfish *

* think it over *

* my warning is *

* if you want me *

* sweet god! *

* oh, I'll be hard to handle *

* I'm making it plain *

* now, just be a dear
and scram out of here *

[scatting]

* whee *

ha ha!

Nice work, countess.
Nice work.

Oh, well.

That was pretty good, boys.

But listen, candy,

give me a better pickup after
that second break, will you?

[High-pitched voice]
Ok.

[Deep voice]
Ok, boss.

[Orchestra plays
"hard to handle"]

You know, this reminds me
of the old days

when we used to
give shows in your barn.

Yeah. We used
to fight over

who handled the gate receipts.

Do you remember
the Valentine I sent you,

the one with the arrow piercing
the heart dripping blood?

Oh, yeah. I remember that.

I think that's the only
Valentine I ever received.

It's the only one I ever sent.

Aw, those were the happy
days, weren't they?

You know, I think I was
in love with you then, Huck.

I know you were.

You.

Me.

And what's more, I was
madly in love with you.

Aw, we were funny
kids, weren't we?

Oh, I suppose so.

Remember that beauty
contest I won?

Oh, you got a trip
to Kansas City.

Well, you won it for me.

How did you get all those men

from the overall factory
to vote for me?

That was easy. I showed them
a picture of Lillian Russell.

Lillian Russell?

Well, what was the
matter with my picture?

Well, if you must know,

we got a lot of votes
from the farmers

with a picture
of a prize heifer.

Oh, you...

[Bugle plays reveille]

[Music stops]

[Bugle plays reveille]

[Music resumes]

[Applause]

He's coming now.

Oh, merci, merci.

[As Tanka]
Listen, Huck.

Give it to him
and make it sweet and hot.

Come on, boys.
The big boss is coming.

Let's jam it.

[Band plays loudly]

What's that?

You want an orchestra?
I have got one for you.

You are saying I have
to get good music,

I bring it to you.

I take them away from
the Duke of Nottingham

just to give to you.

You give it to me?

How much does it cost?

What does it matter?
Listen to them.

[Band playing]

They're good.

They are very good.

They are hired.

I am glad I didn't take
those white-faced Indians.

I think maybe
sometimes I'm wrong.

But this orchestra...Mm.

Superb.

And who did it for you?

Little Tanka.

Pale-faces.

Who did it?!

Little Tanka, you work for me.

It's a frame-down.

That's what it is--
a frame-down.

Well, up or down, do we stick?

Stick?
You're right.

You stick a knife up on my back.

Voyda, what is wrong with them?

What is wrong with them?

I cabled for Wabash Indians,
and what do I get?

[Struggling with pronunciation]
Indianians.

Get out. No job!

I do not get it.

Neither did we.

Very well. Let them go.
Then I go with them!

Oh, yes?
Where you going to?

Uh, what was the name
of that club

that made you
the offer yesterday?

Oh, the club Antoine.

I could go there today.

They offered me
a 6-month contract,

and I could take
the band with me.

Hmm-mm. You go. You go.

You are not bluffing with Voyda.

Indians.

Now, listen,
Mr. Voyda.

I think you're making
a big mistake

by letting the countess
go to the cafe Armand--

I mean Antoine.

I think you ought to try

and make her stay here
if possible.

After all, Mr. Voyda, your money
is just as good as no money--

I mean anybody's money.

Hmm, that cafe Antoine.

I hold you to your
contract with me.

I have your cable accepting it.

As for you,

I can pay you as much money
as Antoine can pay you.

Everything is fixed!

I go and telephone my lawyer!

Boys, we're working.

Band: Yay!
Vive la France!

Vive la Russia, you mean.

[Laughter]

Gee! Swell!

Minnie:
Hello, Stephanie.

Henry: Stephanie, how is
the Newfoundland pup?

Your American nephew.

You won't recognize him.

Since you've been gone,

Stephanie's made a man
of the world of him.

He's positively arresting.

You ought to see him,
lord Henry.

Your tailor has surpassed
himself. He looks wonderful.

And I think he has
a knack of wearing clothes.

Not every man has, you know.

He has a positive flair
for languages.

The way he's taken hold
of French is amazing.

You should have heard him
tell a taxi driver

where to go last night.

[Stephanie chuckles]

And Stephanie and I have
given him a few pointers

it would take most men
a lifetime to acquire.

What a start for a young fellow.

Au revoir, my dear.

You never looked
lovelier in your life

than you do this minute.

Until tomorrow.

Always nice to know I shall
see you tomorrow, Henry.

You've been saying
very pleasant things

to me lately, Minnie.

Not really ill, I hope.

[Laughing]
No.

Stephanie.

Lord Henry.

Where is John?

Taking his French lessons.

Haven't you heard them?

No.

La tableau.
Tres bien!

Le livre!
Tres bien!

La canne!
Tres bien!

Le divan.
Tres bien!

Le carpet!
Tres bien!

Le soulier.
Tres bien!

La cravat!
Tres bien!

La chemise!
Tres bien!

Le chapeau!

Tres bien!

La main!

Tres bien!
Tres bien!

Le crayon. La plume.

Le tableau!

Le livre!

Le divan! Le tapis!
La cravate! La chemise.

Le chapeau.

La main!

La winner!

Tres bien!
Tres bien!

* la la la la *

* la la la la la *

both: * oh la la
la la la la *

[singing continues]

[Applause]

Come on, boys.
Come in.

[Both speaking French]

So long, prof.
So long, prof.

Comment ca Va?

Merci. Tres bien,
Mon Cher.

Stephanie: Can I
get you something?

No, thank you.

Not even a drink of water?

No.

Sing, please.

* yesterdays *

* yesterdays *

* days I knew as happy,
sweet sequestered days *

* olden days *

* golden days *

* days of mad romance and love *

* joys were mine to take *

* mine to give *

* free and gaily flaming,
life was mine to live *

* sad am I *

* glad am I *

* oh, today I really love *

* yesterday *

* joys were mine to take *

* mine to give *

* free and gaily flaming *

* life was mine to live *

* sad am I *

* glad am I *

* oh, today I really love *

* yesterday *

Sophie! Sophie!

What's the matter?

Here's an article about John.

He's turned dressmaker.

Can you bear it?

Imagine John Kent
in a smart dress shop.

He wouldn't know a smart dress
from last year's awning.

The first place I make
a beeline for in Paris

is going to be Roberta's.

Ha ha!

Oh, pardon, mademoiselle.

It's all right, Fernande.

I was just saying
good-bye to a room

in which I've been very happy.

But you're not leaving
Roberta's, mademoiselle?

Oh.

Good-bye, Fernande.

Bonjour, monsieur fullback.

I wish to place an order.

Would you mind hemstitching
two dozen touchdowns for me?

Ah, lay off.

Would you run up for me

two field goals on the bias

with the score tied in the back?

Kind of a halfback.

Mais, oui.

I don't get sore often,

but I will in a minute

if you two don't shut up.

Do you plan, uh,

fitting the ladies
yourself, John? Ahem.

What a picture.

A tape measure around the neck
and pin cushion on the hip.

I ought to spank the two of you.

Now, don't lose your
sense of humor, Johnny.

Why don't you let a guy alone

when he's trying
to figure things out?

She just wants to know
what you're going to do.

That's all.

I'm going home.

But you can't.
You're Mr. Roberta.

I'm not. Stephanie is.

I mean, well, aunt
Minnie left no will,

so her property comes to me,

but she always said the shop
was to be Stephanie's.

Stephanie's going--

yes.

Nous sommes etonnant.

Nous sommes
etonnant--

"we are astonished."

Well, I'm not astonished!

You mean you're going
to give the whole shop

to Stephanie?

Yes. Right away.

That's what aunt Minnie wanted,
and that's what I want.

You're giving it to her
without any, uh...

Strings?

What do you mean, strings?

Oh, she just means, uh...

Strings.

Uh-huh.

Well, you make yourselves
comfortable.

I've got to find Stephanie.

Ladislaw: Ah, I was
looking for you.

Well, hello.

No, no.

Can you tell me why
no will can be found?

Well, because there isn't any.

Why haven't you been
able to find it?

It must have been destroyed.

Uh-huh.
So you admit it.

Admit what?

For years

Stephanie has worked
to build this business.

It was hers
as much as Roberta's.

Madame could not
destroy that will.

Are you trying to say I did?

I will not say yes or not,

but it looks queer, very queer.

Why, you Russian prince!

I'm still boss of this
outfit, and you're fired.

No, I am not fired.
I am perfectly cool.

I mean you're dismissed.

Ah! You think you can
get rid of me so easy.

Get out.

You think no one will
protect Stephanie.

Stephanie doesn't
need your protection.

While Stephanie stays
here and remains here,

I will protect her.

[Speaking French]

Laddy!

Aren't you ashamed

to be quarreling like
two silly little boys?

Please go. I'll
meet you downstairs.

The Russian nobility
burns me up, anyway.

Always sticking their noses

in other people's business.

You don't like
the Russian nobility?

No. I don't like
his hanging around you.

I was going to give you
the shop anyway.

Oh, you're very magnanimous,

giving me something
I don't want.

You don't want it?

No. Who are you
to give me gifts?

Wait a minute.

You mustn't act like this.

I'll act the way I choose.

It's your shop.
You run it. Good-bye.

Hey, wait a minute, Stephanie.

I'm sorry, but I can't
be a dressmaker.

I couldn't half carry on
the business.

Maybe you could
carry it on half.

How do you mean?

Well, I--I mean--

maybe we could be partners.

No, no, no. You like it,
you take it, Stephanie.

I've got a football
team to coach.

No, I--I wouldn't accept
anything except in partnership.

Not on your life.
That's out.

All right.
Then I'm out.

Oh, wait a minute.

Pardon, mademoiselle,
may I finish this now?

Yes. Yes.

Oh, wait a minute.

Um...

May she?

Uh-huh--I mean, yes.
Certainly, my good woman.

You'll make a very nice partner.

It isn't generally known

that madame has
been letting me do

all the designing.

So we'll have to startle them

with daring styles.

Partners.

Partners.

Oh, John, look.

We've had a brainstorm.

Instead of you going home,

why don't you and Stephanie
become partners?

Huck, you're brilliant.

What do you say, Stephanie?

No. Not on your life.
That's out.

You'll make a very nice partner.

It isn't generally known

that madame has been
letting me do the designing.

We'll have to startle them
with daring styles.

Partners.

Partners.

Countess, you shall be
our first customer.

Yvonne.

This we call Le petit renard.

If you don't like any
of these, say so, won't you?

Gee, I think they're swell.

And this is Le grand bleu.

Aw, that one's a honey.
That's the one I'd take.

Do your excellencies refer
to the gown or the girl?

Oh, I hadn't noticed the girl,

but now that you mention her,

I'd take the--

yes?

The gown.
Less upkeep.

This is called la sirene noire.

Mmm. Does not she
look wonderful in that?

Marvelous.

Just like a peeled eel.

I don't like that one.

Liane.

Albert.

Maybe we could
do something about it.

Oui, mademoiselle?

Albert, do you suppose

we could raise
this back a little?

If you don't mind,
I'd like that dress out.

As bad as that, huh?

Worse.

All right.
Then it's out.

Albert: Bien,
mademoiselle.

Take it away, Albert.

This is Le ciel Gris.

Mmm, that is the one
I will take.

And tall, handsome gentlemen
with large bank accounts

will be asking
for my telephone number.

And getting it.

And won't they be
surprised when I answer?

Well, so long.

Tell the countess
I'll be waiting for her.

Where?

Oh, either on the right
side of the left bank

or the left side
of the right bank.

I think you're swell
not to be angry.

Angry?

I hope we're good enough friends

for you to express an opinion.

And I hope we're
good enough friends

for you to dine with me tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Tomorrow night.

I'm very sorry.

I'll tell you. The night
Huck opens at the cafe russe.

All right.

Gee, that'll be swell.

[Chuckles]

Yes, I've always been interested

in newspaper work.

Have you anything more to say?

I think he's said enough.

I haven't any more paper.

We have reams, reams. Here.

A football player owning
a dress shop is news,

isn't it?

Good news.

That's what I say.
Almost too good to be true.

That's why we want
you to have it first,

so that you can write it in
your own sweet, charming way

that you've made famous,
miss, uh, um--

we want you to introduce it

in your own inimitable
style, miss...

Jones.

Jones.
Jones.

But I'm still sore
about all those silly jokes

they're printing about me.

Yes, but they print it.

Every time they make a joke,
a million francs pour in.

It's a pretty expensive joke
on somebody else, I think.

Now, when Mr. Kent
designs clothes--

when I what?!

Does Mr. Kent design
clothes, too?

No.

Oh, modesty, modesty.

Mr. Kent's idea is to
introduce the football motif

into dress designing.

The outdoor flavor will
make the evening clothes

look healthier.

Oh, wait till you see our end
around and evening creation.

You know, the one
with the dash off-center.

Has Mr. Kent
any more ideas?

No.

Oh, he has thousand
and thousands.

As a matter of fact,

Mr. Kent's main idea is
to design women's dresses

the way men think
they should be.

And how do you men
think they should be?

Not so naked.

Well, he means that
if clothes are to clothe,

they should clothe.

It's more stimulating
to the imagination

if clothes clothe.

That's very unique.

Yes. And pockets
in all dresses,

especially in the evening ones,

so the women can
pack their own junk.

The bulging pockets of the male
will disappear forever.

Women will not have to depend
upon their male escorts,

so they'll be
much more independent.

As a matter of fact,
uh, as a matter of fact,

pockets will make
the female more female.

Very nice.

And gloves attached to the dress

so they won't get lost.

They'll be worn on a Jewel
around the neck.

Brilliant.

Well, I really must
be going now.

That's fine.
That's too bad.

Have you had enough?

Yes, I think
I have quite enough.

Now, tell me, what paper
will this be in?

Paper? Why, I'm miss Jones.
I'm syndicated.

When you talk to me,
you're telling the world.

How was I, toots?

[Knocking on door]

Entrez.

Pardon, monsieur,
a lady to see you.

Another newspaperwoman?

An American, I
think. A miss Teal.

Sophie! Send
her in, please.

Oui, monsieur.

Huck, she's here!

That's great.

And just when you were
getting along so swell.

You don't appreciate her.

I know she seems a little hard

and sophisticated,

but underneath, she's a Pearl.

And a Pearl, so I'm told,

is the result of a chronic
irritation on an oyster.

What do you know
about anything, anyway?

I know about everything,
every way.

Then you must know
Sophie's swell.

John, every day you act worse,

but today you're
acting like tomorrow.

Sophie!
Hello, John.

You're awfully hard to see

since you became a couturier.

Not for you, Sophie.

When did you arrive in Paris?

This morning.

How long you going to stay?

Oh, hello, huckleberry.

Hello, soph.

Mother and I are going
to Switzerland on Saturday.

Good-bye, John.
I'll see you Sunday.

Don't mind him.
He's only clowning.

Thank you, dear.

Well, so you're--
you're here now.

Yes. Aren't you
pleased to see me?

Sophie, I've tried
to forget you.

And have you, John?

I--I thought
I had, but...

Now, I--
I know I haven't.

Gee, you're swell.

John, you have a line

that just sweeps a girl
right off her feet.

Yeah, sure.

When are you going
to show me Paris?

You'd be bored seeing Paris

with a small-town
hick like me

who only knows how to order meat

and potatoes and pie.

Please forget I ever
said those things.

I only said them because
you were going away.

I didn't want you to go.
I loved you so much.

It was a funny way to love me.

But, John, darling,

don't you ever say
things you don't mean?

No.

Oh.

Well, uh, maybe I do.

Don't cry, Sophie.
I don't like it.

[Sniffling]

I can't help it.

I'm so unhappy.

I came all the way
to Paris just to see you,

only to find you don't
love me anymore.

But I do, Sophie.
Honest I do.

Oh, John.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, come in, Stephanie.

May I present miss Sophie--
miss Sophie Teal?

My partner Stephanie.

How do you do?

When I come in for a new
gown, may I ask for you?

John: Well, that
will be swell.

Well, I'll run along.
I know how busy you are.

No, I'll see you to the door.

No, no. Business
before pleasure.

But I'll save Wednesday for you.

Luncheon, dinner,
and the evening.

That's fine.
It's a date.

Good-bye, miss.

Stephanie,
I want to--

I--I--when you
have time,

I wish you'd look
over these materials.

But I want to
tell you about Sophie.

She's very lovely.

Yes. That is,
I mean she--she--

[snaps fingers]

Holy smokes! Haven't we
a date for next Wednesday?

Oh, have we?
I'm sure we haven't.

This we call Lily Dore.

If I weren't going out
with Johnny,

I wouldn't be so particular.

But I'm sure he'll want
me to have something

that expresses my personality.

Suppose we have Johnny come in
and help you select something?

He knows so much more about
your personality than I do.

Oh, no, no, please.
I want to surprise him.

You know, he's really
just a little boy

in spite of his
man-of-the-world exterior.

Yes, I suspected that.

I'll see what else
I can get for you.

Oh, hello, Huck.
Hello.

If you're looking for Johnny,

he's in conference
with his lawyer.

Well, then maybe you'll
have lunch with me.

Are you busy?

Very. I'm trying
to find something

to suit the personality
of miss Sophie Teal.

Then you are busy.

Liane!

Excuse me, won't you?

Liane, that dress was discarded.

Why do you have it on?

Albert wanted to make
a new top for it.

Oh. All right.
Fine.

Um, is, um...

Is miss Teal's
personality in there?

Yes. Right in there.

I'll go and torment her a while.

[Whistles]

Mm-mm!
Is that beautiful!

And just made for you, soph.

Oh, hello.

You really think it suits me?

Oh, certainly.
Little longer sleeves,

and it would make
an ideal straitjacket.

Someday by sheer accident

you're going to say
something funny, Huck.

Aw, soph, now,
don't be like that.

You mind if I sit here and
help you pick out a gown?

No. I'm trying to find something
that John will like on me.

Something startling.

John loves to be startled
by girls' dresses.

Here's a gown that might
please you, miss Teal.

This gown has both chic
and good breeding.

I'm more interested in its chic.

I can supply
the breeding myself.

Oh.

I know the dress.

Look, Stephanie,

you know that one it
sort of begins...

And then in the...

You know, the black one.

The black one.

Yes, the one you put aside.

Oh, no.
No, I can't.

Oh, yes, you can, Stephanie.

Show it to miss Teal.
I know she'd like it.

Oh, no, Mr. Kent--

I'm quite sure Mr. Kent

would want me to see
any model you have.

Please have it shown
as quickly as possible.

That's it, Stephanie.

Please have it shown
as quickly as possible.

Just because it's been
set aside for a marquise

doesn't mean that
it can't be shown.

Oh, very well.

Anna, have liane
model la sirene noire

at once, please.

Oui, mademoiselle.

Oh, thank you, Huck.

Now we're getting someplace.

She'll probably like that dress.

She's going to like it.

When John sees her
in it, oh, boy,

he's going to
make her walk home,

ocean and all.

No, he won't.
He's in love with her.

He only thinks he is.

Um, if he were, would you mind?

I am minding, Huck.
Terribly.

Can't you hurry that model?

Yes. Yes, miss Teal.

Well, now, that's the smartest
thing you've shown me.

I like it.

It's been discarded.

It wasn't put aside for anyone.

Huck was mistaken about that.

Oh, I see. Well, I think
I'll have it just the same.

What shall I do?

You're doing fine.

How much is it?

It's only 1,000 francs.
It's hardly worthy of you.

Ooh, I'm afraid
she's right, Sophie.

You know, it may
not be so becoming.

You're not a very
good saleslady.

Maybe I'm wrong, miss Teal.

That dress might
suit you very well.

This is a bit of
international diplomacy

I shall boast about
to my grandchildren,

the nasty little demons.

I'll take the dress, but
I want to try it on first.

The more I think of it,
the more I'm sure the dress

will bring out something
elegantly alluring in you.

Well, I always know
the moment I see a dress

whether it will be
right for me or not.

[Swing music playing]

I'll take this drink
and then the food.

Gee, I'm starved.

Me, too.

Hello, hello, hello.

Oh, hello, Huck.

Hello, soph.

Hello.

Say, Huck, will you take
care of Sophie for a minute?

I want to see about
a table. Pardon me, Sophie.

There's a drink waiting for you.

Oh, thanks, John, thanks.

Got the new dress on, soph?

Certainly.

You don't know it,

but this is a great
moment in my life.

Thank you, Huck.

Thank you.

Don't you think this dress
does something for me?

It will do something for me.

Oh, now, Huck. A dress
like this depends on--

I know. It depends on
that shoulder strap.

[Chuckles]

Has, uh, John seen it yet?

I'm afraid he won't like it.

And why not?

He thinks everything
I wear is perfect.

If I ever ask him
how he likes a dress,

he just looks at me
with calf eyes and says,

"gee, darling,
you look swell."

Bet he won't say it
about that one.

I bet you $100 he says,
"gee, that looks swell."

Make it francs, and it's a bet.

Sold.

Look, John, we want you
to settle a little bet.

Sophie has a very
important question

to ask you.

Gee, that's swell.

How do you like it?
Isn't it a knockout?

It's the worst-looking
thing I ever saw.

Gee, darling, you look terrible.

Who sold it to you?

Your partner.
She thought

it brought out something
elegantly alluring in me.

Oh, she did, did she?

I'm sorry I said
anything, Sophie.

It isn't your fault.
You send it back.

I will not send it back.

It's the smartest
thing in your shop.

What do you know
about clothes, anyway?

You make yourself ridiculous
by even discussing them.

I knew enough about them

to order that thing
out of our line.

Let me tell you
something, John Kent,

now that you think

you know something
about women's clothes--

please.

Now that you're carrying on
with your dressmaker.

Shut up.

I won't shut up.
You're in love with her.

I could tell it the minute
she came into your office.

Let's go home.

I'll go home,
and I'll go home alone.

Suit yourself.

What--you would let me?

Why not? And now we're
getting down to cases,

here's something
I want to tell you.

You've bawled me out
for the last time.

I've stood for all your
knocking and criticism

because it sounded so cute

coming from such a little snip

and because I
thought I loved you.

Oh, you thought you loved me.

Yes, and what a sap
you've made of me.

Well, it certainly
didn't take much effort.

And don't you ever come
crawling back to me again,

'cause I'm through.

Through!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Sure, but I thought you
said you were through.

Well, I am.

Well, good-bye.

Good-bye!

[Whistles]

Noisy!

Give me a dozen brandies.

A dozen!

Yeah, and line them
up right here.

[Band stops playing]

Is there anything
I can do for you?

No.

* think of what you're losing *

* by constantly refusing *

* to dance with me *

* you'd be the idol
of France with me *

* and yet you stand there *

* and shake your foolish
head dramatically *

* while I wait here
so ecstatically *

* you just look and
say emphatically, "mmm" *

* not this season *

* there's a reason *

* I won't dance, don't ask me *

* I won't dance *

* don't ask me *

* I won't dance,
madame, with you *

* my heart won't let my feet
do things they should do *

* you know what?
You're lovely *

* and so what?
I'm lovely *

* but, oh, what you do to me *

* I'm like an ocean wave
that's bumped on the shore *

* I feel so absolutely
stumped on the floor *

* ah, but when you dance *

* you're charming
and you're gentle *

* especially when you
do the continental *

* but this feeling
isn't purely mental *

* for heaven rest us *

* I'm not asbestos *

* and that's why I won't dance *

but--

* why should I? *

* I won't dance,
how could I? *

* I won't dance,
merci beaucoup *

but you--

* I know that music leads
the way to romance *

* and if I hold you in
my arms...I won't dance *

bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!
Bravo!

Good work!

[Drunkenly]
* I won't dance, da da da *

* I won't dance *

the musicians! Quick!

* I want a drink, da da da *

* I want a drink *

* da da da *

* I want a drink,
da da da da da *

[regal music playing]

Your highness,
this is a great honor.

Broken-down prince
rates a lot of trumpeting.

[Musicians playing
"smoke gets in your eyes"]

[Humming]

Shh!

What is it?

You are going to sing for us.

Oh, am I?

Yes.

Oh, please.
Please!

All right.

[Music begins]

* they asked me how I knew *

* my true love was true *

* I, of course, replied *

* something here inside *

* cannot be denied *

* they said someday
you'll find *

* all who love are blind *

* when your heart's on fire *

* you must realize *

* smoke gets in your eyes *

* so I chaffed them
and I gaily laughed *

* to think they
could doubt my love *

* yet today
my love has flown away *

* I am without my love *

* now laughing friends deride *

* tears I cannot hide *

* so I smile and say *

* when a lovely flame dies *

* smoke gets in your eyes *

* ahhh *

* ahhh *

* ahhh *

* ahhh... *

* ahhh *

* ahhh *

* they said
someday you'll find *

* all who love are blind *

* when your heart's on fire *

* you must realize *

* smoke gets in your eyes *

* so I chaffed them
and I gaily laughed *

* to think I could-- *

* doubt my love *

* yet to-- *

* my love-- *

nice of you to join us.

Now, don't try
and high-hat me

just because you happen to be
with a broken-down prince.

Please go away, John.

No. I want
to talk to you.

You're not yourself.

Yes, I am. I'm twice myself.
I want to talk to you.

What do you mean,
selling that dress?

Didn't I tell you
to throw it out?

I didn't intend to.

You did, too.

It was a dirty trick
to play on a friend of mine.

Please go away, Mr. Kent.

You stick to your own business.

Laddy, please.

Well, what have you got to say?

I have nothing to say.

Oh...You have
nothing to say.

Well, I have, and I think
it was a sneaking thing to do,

telling Sophie she looked
elegantly alluring

in an ugly, vulgar--

please, John, tomorrow.

No, I want it out now!

All right, I'll tell you.

I sold her that vulgar,
tasteless dress

because I thought
it suited her perfectly.

I think she suits you perfectly.

I think you're
perfectly matched.

And after this,
you'd better count on

running your business
without me.

Stephanie, I--I--

now will you please go?

* so I chaffed them
and I gaily laughed *

* to think they could
doubt my love *

* yet today
my love has flown away *

* I am without my love *

* now laughing friends deride *

* tears I cannot hide *

* so I smile and say *

* when a lovely flame dies *

* smoke gets in your-- *

[crying]

Yeah. Yeah,
I know, I know.

But, look, this is no joke.

I didn't say I'd take care of

your silly dressmaking
business indefinitely.

But you can't give it to me.
I won't take it.

You've got a band to look after.

I've got a band to look after.

I know, but, John,

Stephanie isn't here, either.

Monsieur?

Yeah. The one
with the spots.

What? Well, how do
I know where she is?

I only agreed to do this thing

to help you out, you know.

Well, it isn't
my racket, either.

Tell him you've got a band!

I've got a band!

And both the band and the shop
will be on the rocks this way!

I don't care which one you use.

They're both terrible.
What?

Yeah, that was the countess.

Well, what about it?
Yeah, but I don't--

look, use the other one.
The both of them--

the whole flock
of them--out! Out!

What?

Look, John, if I knew
where Stephanie was,

I wouldn't be wasting
my time with you, babe.

But--I know, but
somebody's got to come

and take this
ridiculous business

off my shoulders.

In the 4 days I've been here,

my voice is beginning to change.

John! But wait,
don't hang up--

he won't come back.

Now what am I going to do?

You're not asking
my opinion, are you?

Yes--no!

Pardon, monsieur,

but do you think we should use

the matelasse

for the arc de twilight
number, or pique?

And what about the tippet?

Uh...Well,
what do you think?

I wouldn't know, monsieur.

Well, personally, I go in
for the simple things.

Which is the simpler?

There is no difference,
monsieur.

Hmm.

Well, then use whichever
we have the most of.

We have plenty of all.

Oh, we have?

Mais oui, monsieur.

Oh. Well, uh...Then use
a little of each.

A sort of a patchwork quilt.

Yes--no!

Uh, it'll be newer that way

and have much more chic.

Tell madame Blanchard
that's my final decision.

Oui, monsieur.

Stephanie!

Vive la Stephanie!

I knew you'd come back.

I came back to tell
John Kent he's insane.

Where is he?
Look at those.

How do you think women are
going to react to those?

Where's Mr. Kent?

He's not here.
He's been staying away, too.

Who's been running the business?

Did you say "running"
or "ruining"?

Well, someone had to do it.

You and John left it flat.

Well, I thought
surely he was here.

Well, if he were,

he does not know any more
about it than Huck does.

Not as much.

You are the one who
is needed, Stephanie.

Well, that's impossible.

Why? Just because you and John
are in love with each other?

Don't be fantastic, Huck.

John isn't in love with me.

Is it fantastic

when a man is eating
his heart out for you?

When your name is
continually on his lips?

When he stands around
dark street corners

just to get a glimpse of you?

He doesn't.

He does, and more.

Everyone here knows it
but you, Stephanie...

And maybe John.

But he's always
quarreling with me.

Well, what more can you ask?

Oh, that's nothing.

People in love are always
quarreling with each other.

Now, you take Liz and myself,
for instance.

Liz? Who is this Liz?

Oh, a little country girl
from back home

that I'm thinking of marrying.

You know, big feet,
dumb, simple.

Oh, very simple.

The simple and dumb ones

make the best wives sometimes.

Well, forgetting about
this girl of huck's

from back home
with the big feet,

what about Roberta?
What about John?

Yes, Stephanie,
you must come back--

for aunt minnie's sake.

No. I'm sorry.

I can't.

Stephanie, you must.

[Knocking]

Entrez.
Come in.

I'm sorry.

Oh, mademoiselle!
I'm so happy.

Now you can--

give those
to Mr. Haines, Albert.

Well, there are some dresses
that men will fall for.

I practically
designed those myself.

I've seen worse,
darling, but not much.

Well, what do you
think, Stephanie?

Are they as bad as that?

The men may like them,

but I'm sure the women won't.

Oh.

Well, maybe you're right
and maybe you're wrong.

We'll just have to
try them out, I guess.

But, Huck, you can't.

Roberta's never put out
clothes like those.

Roberta's is in new hands now.

But this is like the mode

two seasons back.

I know, but I liked
them better then.

But nobody will buy them.

Well, you'd be
laughed out of Paris

if you did a thing like that.

The trend is away
from such styles.

I'm not interested in the trend.

But you've got to be.
You don't understand.

You're giving a fashion
show next week.

Every couturier in Europe
is going to be watching.

You can't afford
to show models like those.

Well, of course you cannot.
Stephanie is right.

What does it matter,
as long as they're pretty?

But clothes must be
more than pretty. Look.

The trouble with that is it's...

It fits in the wrong places.

Tsk tsk tsk.
Such a pity...

The famous Roberta
to go second-rate.

Roberta's will never
go second-rate.

Who is to stop it?

The fashion show next week
will be a colossal flop.

Maybe we should call off
the fashion show.

I think so.

We might better
put on a good one.

Now you're talking, Stephanie.

We'll put on
a better-than-good one.

We'll give them some
entertainment, too.

How about your band?

That's a great idea.
We'll bring over my band--

a musical fashion show!

It'll be marvelous!

And you can make
the new designs!

* we endorse this Polo rig,
of course *

* and for an added
thousand francs *

* we furnish horses *

* or if you're doing splits *

* on skis at St. Moritz *

* you'd be best-dressed
faller-downer on the courses *

* now take the dowager
who is glad *

* to leave her watchman
for tea *

* she'd wear
this patriotic plaid *

* and meet that Scotchman
for tea *

* when summertime begins,
this costume always wins *

* when 50 million little
Frenchmen clap their fins *

* for hunting grouse or quail *

* Roberta ran up this suit *

* the modest price includes
the bag, the gun *

* and two ducks to shoot *

* and should Amelia Earhart
care to get a breath of air *

* this is the last thing
in the world she'd ever wear *

Ladislaw, are we
gathering later?

The Princess begs to be excused.

We are leaving for Rome

immediately
the show is finished.

[Taps baton]

[Music begins]

* 'tis the hour
for dry Martinis *

* the park is full
of little fords *

* in nice automachinies *

* the Ritz bar is serving
caviar and weenies *

* madame is there *

* and from Roberta *

* she has something
that's too divine on *

* the sort of thing
your jealous friends *

* would love to spill
their wine on *

* for your inspection... *

* our cocktail collection *

* clothes must play a part *

* to light an eye,
to fill a heart *

* they say a gown
can almost speak *

* if it is chic *

* should you select
the right effect *

* you cannot miss *

* and night and day *

* he is sure to say *

* lovely to look at *

* delightful to know *

* and heaven to kiss *

* a combination like this *

* is quite my most impossible
scheme come true *

* imagine finding
a dream like you *

* you're lovely to look at *

* it's thrilling to hold you
terribly tight *

* for we're together,
the moon is new *

* and, oh, it's lovely
to look at you tonight *

* you're lovely to look at *

* delightful to know *

* and heaven to kiss *

* a combination like this *

* is quite my most impossible
scheme come true *

* imagine finding
a dream like you *

* you're lovely to look at *

* it's thrilling to hold you
terribly tight *

* for we're together,
the moon is new *

* and, oh, it's lovely
to look at you tonight *

* so lovely to look at *

* delightful to know *

* and heaven to kiss *

* a combination like this *

* is quite my most impossible
scheme come true *

chorus: * imagine finding
a dream like you *

* you're lovely to look at *

* aaaah... *

* it's thrilling to hold you
terribly tight *

* aaaaaaaah *

* for we're together,
the moon is new *

* it's lovely
to look at you tonight *

[cheering and applause]

I've never seen Princess
Stephanie look so lovely.

Yes, we shall miss her
now that she

and prince Ladislaw
are leaving Paris.

Oh, did--
did she marry him?

* at night when madame leaves
the quiet of her hall room *

* to drag her very weary feet
around the ballroom *

* her clothes and jewels
must be a monument of power... *

* I mean the monument
they call the Eiffel Tower *

* we'll show you
the gown we made Marie *

* queen of Romania *

* we also ran off 3 of these *

* for Mrs. smudge
of Pennsylvania *

* the lights are low *

* here we go *

* lovely to look at *

* delightful to know *

* and heaven to kiss *

* a combination like this *

* is quite my most impossible
dream come true *

* imagine finding
a boy like you *

* you're lovely to look at *

* it's thrilling
to hold you terribly tight *

* for we're together,
the moon is new *

* and, oh, it's lovely
to look at you... *

[band playing
"smoke gets in your eyes"]

[Cheering and applause]

[Laughing]

Oh, my, oh, my.

What?

I said, my, oh, my.
That was lovely.

It went well, didn't it?

I guess I'll have
to give in to you.

To me?

Well, I didn't say anything.

But I thought you were
about to want to marry me.

Well, I was.

Well, I accept.

Well, thanks very much.

Well, you're quite welcome,

my fine feathered friend.

Hey!

Hey!

[Whistles]

Hey, do something
about this, will you?

Just a moment.
You stay right there.

Well, where do you
think I can go?

John!

Stephanie. I--

Stephanie...
Are you happy?

Tremendously.

Then I am, too.

Well, haven't you
anything more to say?

No...Only congratulations
and have a good time...

And good-bye.

I'm sailing for
New York tomorrow.

You're being very heroic
about something. What is it?

Oh, I was just thinking
it must be fun

to suddenly find
yourself a Princess

married to a nice prince.

I was born a Princess.

I'm not married to Ladislaw.
He's my cousin.

And you're still a big,

blundering
Newfoundland fullback.

Where are you going?

Down.

Why?

Because I pushed the button.

But I want to talk to you!

That's what you're doing.

Just let me tell you I love you!

Je vous adore.
Je vous aime!

Je t'aime.

What does that mean?

I love you.

Gee, that's swell!

[Band playing "I won't dance"]