"End of song, beginning of story." "Man, dig that crazy rehearsal hall." "What a powerful pile of rock." "I can't go in there." "Why can't you go in there?" "I ain't got my library card." "Dig you." "Are you the musicians?" "That's what the man said." "What name shall I say?" "Tell Dex old Satchelmouth." "Will you please follow me, Mr. Satchelmouth?" "Wipe your feet, boys." "Something tells me we've got a long walk ahead." "Hey, pops!" "How's the chops?" "Good to see you, boy!" "Hey, fellas!" "How's everything?" "You've been all over Europe since I saw you." "Go to Sweden?" "Yes." "Skol." "I was the skol-est cat ever." "I bet you were." "Here it is, fellas." "Just lay it out here." "I never thought you lived in a big house." "Shows what happens when your grandfather's a robber baron." "You can play football in here." "But can you rehearse?" "Is the chandelier tied tight?" "If it swings, put a mute in your horn." "Pardon me." "The ladies are waiting in the library." "Vamp a little, will you?" "Okay, Dex." "All right." "Ladies?" "Dexter." "Hello, Ruth." "Thanks for letting the musicians rehearse here." "Tickled to death." "You saved the festival." "As long as I can save you." "Hello, Helen." "Save us?" "You know you might lose your billing in the blue book?" "Jazz is considered very unchic." "Oh, I'm sure we'll love it." "Let us know if we can help." "I will." "Thanks a lot for coming by." "Thank you." "We'll keep in touch." "You bet." "Bye." "Bye." "Hello?" "Hello, Dexter?" "This is Caroline." "Hello, beautiful." "Any time now." "Where's Tracy?" "I've been yelling for her." "You don't yell, Caroline." "You call a person." "You yell if you're in pain." "Well, this wedding gives me a pain." "I think Tracy was awful mean to divorce Dexter." "Can I have this?" "Oh, and take those presents over to the other table." "Mother, Tracy's sort of hard, isn't she?" "Not hard." "None of my children are that, I hope." "The goblets too." "Tracy's just exceptionally strong-minded." "And very wonderful always." "I wish something would happen around here." "Nothing definitely ever happens here." "Out of the way, angel." "You'll get stepped on." "So far, I've received 24 nut dishes and 16 silver ice picks." "That should give you an idea of what people think of your next husband." "Mother, don't you think Caroline's old enough to go to a good military school?" "What's this?" "I haven't the faintest idea." "It stinks." "Don't say stinks, darling." "If absolutely necessary, "smells," but only if absolutely necessary." "If you put this picture in my wedding presents once more" "I'm going to personally chain you to your bed." "Why, what is it, dear?" "He was handsome." "Don't talk of him as if he were dead." "Well, he is dead to me." "And if that picture turns up once more, it's going right in the ashcan." "Well, look at this." "Wow." "Jewels." "From Father." "Isn't it pretty?" "His girlfriend probably turned it down." "That's not fair to your father." "How can you defend him?" "A common chorus girl." "She's not a chorus girl." "She's quite a talented ballet dancer." "Isn't it stinking of Tracy not to invite Father to the wedding?" "Yes, Caroline." "Just between us, it's good and stinking." "Me too." "Oh, darling, why don't you face facts squarely as I did?" "We might face the fact that neither of us has been a great success as a wife." "We both took the only stand a woman could take and keep her self-respect." "Yes, dear." "The Hammonds." "And now I have my self-respect and no husband." "Oh, we're both better off." "Believe me." "Yes, dear." "And we're both happier." "Yes, dear." "Oh, isn't George an angel?" "Yes, George is an angel." "Now, is he handsome, or is he not?" "George is handsome." "Golly Moses, I'm a lucky girl." "Tracy, that's your song." "Dexter must be home." "Mother, has Dexter come back?" "Well, we knew Dexter was giving his house over to this festival." "I suppose he might have come back." "He's back." "No one but Dexter would play that song." "That wretched, cheap, vulgar song." "That beautiful, wonderful song he wrote especially for her." "That's gratitude." "He's gonna get nowhere with that kind of music." "Good for the feet, nothing for the heart." "Hello, Sam." "I'd like to talk to you privately." "Well, now, I consider that right neighborly." "You lost a little weight, haven't you, Sam?" "Oh, no, you're slipping." "That used to scare me." "The withering glance of the goddess." "I just want to know what you are doing here the day before my wedding." "Business." "I've become a distinguished composer " "Oh, distinguished." "They needed help here, so I heeded the call of duty." "Don't pretend with me, Dexter." "You deliberately planned this festival to conflict with my wedding." "It's a shabby, vindictive gesture." "Harsh words." "Well, let's be honest." "I'll admit it." "I'm still in love with you." "I don't want you to get married." "You can still be a wonderful woman." "I haven't the same high hopes for you." "I don't wanna be a wonderful woman." "Isn't it enough you almost spoiled my life without spoiling my wedding?" "I didn't try to spoil your life, Sam." "And stop calling me Sam." "I know you didn't try to spoil mine, but you called the shots." "You were dictating the fellow you wanted me to be." "With your background and taste and intelligence you could have become a serious composer, or a diplomat or anything you wanted to be." "And what have you become?" "A jukebox hero?" "Well, is that bad?" "Dexter, be satisfied and let me alone." "Go away." "Go away and stay away." "I tried to." "I even wanted to." "But I guess I'm just a weak character." "I'm still in love with you." "Dexter?" "Oh, hello, honey." "I don't think your sister likes me." "I do." "Thanks, sweetie." "What do you suppose she sees in George anyway?" "I don't know." "Tracy just likes character, I guess." "I don't think George has so much character." "Now, I hate to admit it, but I think she's made a pretty good choice." "I expect some day to see George Kittredge president of Redfern Coal." "That's not hard." "Father's president of Redfern Coal." "Let's be fair now, honey." "Takes a lot of character to start at the bottom and work your way up." "If you start at the bottom of a coal mine and worked your way to the top you'd still only be on the ground." "Little one, you've brought up an interesting point." "Why does he always have to walk like he owned the world?" "And the way he stiffs the air?" "Like he was looking for breakfast." "For a minute there, I thought you were George Kittredge himself." "No, you're Caroline." "Hi." "Hello, beautiful." "Hello, handsome." "Did you miss me?" "Miserably." "You happy now?" "Ecstatic." "Didn't expect to find you coming from the garden." "Dexter's back." "He's turned his house over to those musicians." "Yes, I know." "The posters are all over town." "George?" "You don't really mind him, do you?" "Dexter?" "Well, how do you mean?" "Well, I mean, the fact of him." "I still don't understand, dear." "You know, that he was." "Well, my lord and master." "No one has ever been your lord and master." "Until now." "Poor Dexter is the sort of man whose inheritance robbed him of his heritage." "He never earned you, so how could he be expected to appreciate you?" "George, you're so good for me." "I hope so." "Dexter?" "Are you ever gonna get married again?" "Sure I am." "But I'm waiting for you to grow up." "Dexter, for you I'll hurry." "Yes, you're gonna have to." "I wouldn't have acted the way Tracy did when you published your song about her." "I wish you'd write a song about me." "Would you like that?" "Really?" "Well, we ought to be able to whip something up here." "Dexter, that was beautiful." "I consider us engaged." "Right song, but the wrong girl." "Hello?" "Oh, hello, Willie, I'm glad you called." "Cousin Martha just phoned." "She wants me to give you lunch." "She wants you out of the house." "Well, where are you?" "I'm in the office of the editor of SPY magazine." "No, no, no." "Spy. lt rhymes with lie." "Right." "Now, he wants to send a couple of reporters up to cover Tracy's wedding." "Now, don't explode, my dear." "I have just read an article right here on the editor's desk about your husband and that dancer." "You know." "But it's blackmail." "Beside, Tracy would never allow it." "Now, if you will allow a reporter and a photographer into your home to cover Tracy's wedding" "I have the editor's word as a gentleman that he will withhold the article on your husband." "All right, Willie, I suppose we have no choice." "Tracy'll hit the ceiling." "Goodbye." "Mother!" "George came early." "I'll tell Edward to set another place for lunch." "I'm pooped." "No, dear, you're enervated." "I'm pooped too." "There is one thing I want understood right now." "No member of my family is to invite Dexter-Haven into this house until after I am married and gone." "I will not have my wedding spoiled by intruders." "Tracy." "Yes?" "I'm afraid we'll have to endure a couple of intruders." "I've just talked to Uncle Willie." "Uncle Willie's an evil old man." "Did he invite a couple painted ladies?" "Please, Caroline." "Run along, dear." "And roll down your trousers." "Your Uncle Willie wants us to have a photographer and reporter from SPY magazine cover your wedding." "Is he out of his mind?" "Intimate pictures of my wedding in that barbershop magazine?" "He can't be serious." "He's quite serious." "If we don't allow them this magazine will publish a rather unsavory article about your father." "Good." "I couldn't be happier." "It serves him right." "You mustn't be vindictive." "As Uncle Willie points out, you'll only make George suffer." "You owe it to him to suppress this if you possibly can." "And I'm to be examined, undressed and generally humiliated at 15 cents a copy?" "No." "Have some compassion, Tracy." "But this is intolerable." "The idea of letting Father off scot-free." "No, I won't do it." "And in our house, watching every move." "Why, jotting down notes on how we sit and talk and eat and move just to save Father's face, no." "Tracy -- No!" "For me, please?" "Mother, I really think you're sorry you ever let Father go." "For George and for me, Tracy." "Oh, all right." "I can't stand seeing you hurt." "Thank you, dear." "All right." "Let them send their spies." "I'll give them a story." "Now, Tracy." "I'll give them a slant on Newport home life that will stand their hair on end." "Tracy, promise me you'll behave like a lady in front of these creatures." "I promise." "Looks like the sort of place where treaties are signed." "Or wars declared." "Maybe we should have gone to the service entrance." "Maybe this is the service entrance." "I don't understand how the Lords ever got talked into letting us come down here." "It's publicity, they love it." "It's a wonder they didn't roll out the red carpet." "Mike, I don't like this assignment." "Neither do I, Liz, but I like to eat." "How do you do?" "I think we're expected." "Mike Connor and Miss Imbrie." "We're from SPY magazine." "I'll tell Mrs. Lord you're here." "Please wait in the south parlor." "The south parlor." "But of course." "The family will be here directly to welcome you." "I wonder what with." "The south parlor." "That's right." "Would you have four footmen bring me a large ashtray, please?" "Mike, be careful what you say." "We may be wired for sound." "They couldn't pay me to live in a joint like this." "You know, they won't." "I'd have more respect for this dame if she'd throw us out." "Don't make snap judgments." "You were wrong about me, remember?" "Yeah." "Hey, Liz." "Look at that loot that they collected." "Wow." "They must run a hockshop on the side." "What's the matter?" "The joint's full of spies." "That ought to make us feel at home." "Move over." "Thank you." "Look at this, Liz." "All the comforts." "Lousy with phones." "South parlor, sunroom, terrace, pool, stables." "Stables?" "I always knew horses could talk." "Mike, don't!" "Yes?" "This is the voice of doom." "What?" "This is to tell you your days are numbered." "Hello?" "Oh, dear." "One of the servants has been at the sherry again." "Look, Huckleberry, you'll get us tossed out of here before we get a story." "Stop worrying." "You just watch the old master put them through the loops." "I'll watch, professor." "I assume these are the Seth Lord ancestors." "There certainly can be no other reason for hanging them." "Can't say they look very bright." "lnbreeding." "Always produces idiots." "Here." "Open this." "How do you do?" "I believe you're the lady and gentleman from the press." "I am Caroline Lord." "Well, I'm Elizabeth Imbrie and this is Mr. Macaulay Connor." "I spoke French before I spoke English." "My early childhood was spent in Paris, where my father worked in a bank." "The House of Morgan." "You don't say." "Yes, I do say." "Can you play the piano?" "I can." "I shall play and sing at the same time." "How do you do?" "I'm Tracy Lord." "You must be " " Oh, of course, you are." "I adore strangers." "Do sit down, please." "That sister of yours " "Isn't she a dear?" "And so talented." "But we're afraid she has a homicidal streak." "Did you get lost finding us?" "No." "We had good directions." "I hope you don't mind our being here." "Oh, but I'm delighted." "We have so much cake." "What is your name, dear?" "No, thank you." "I'm so sensitive to names." "My name is Elizabeth Imbrie." "Elizabeth Imbrie." "It sounds like a medieval saint who was burned to death." "And you?" "I'm Mike Connor." "Michael." "What a lovely musical name." "Now, you mustn't be ashamed of it." "I'm not." "Mike is for Macaulay." "And what's the Macaulay for?" "My father taught English history." "My friends call me Mike." "Of whom you have many, I'm sure." "English history has always fascinated me." "Cromwell and Robin Hood." "And Jack the Ripper." "Where did he teach?" "Your father, I mean." "South Bend, Indiana." "South Bend." "It sounds like dancing, doesn't it?" "You must have had a most happy childhood there." "It was screams." "I'm so glad." "I didn't mean it that way." "Sorry." "It's a natural mistake." "Are you the photographer or the...?" "I take pictures." "Great art." "Did you bring your Brownie?" "You must be sort of a writer, Mr. Connor." "Sort of, yes." "Have I read your novels?" "I doubt it." "I haven't written any." "But you must." "Why, Mozart composed at 13." "You must be at least 30." "Time is flying." "Where were you born, Miss Imbrie?" "Duluth." "Duluth." "That's west of here, isn't it?" "Sort of." "But we occasionally get the eastern breezes." "Are you two going together?" "Now, look, Miss Lord." "That's an odd question, I must say." "I don't see why." "I think it's fascinating." "Like birds in spring." "It's " "Well, it's the sort of intimate detail you like to write about, isn't it, Mr. Connor?" "But if you'd rather not have your privacy invaded" "I will certainly respect your wishes." "Please." "If you'll excuse me, I'll see what's keeping Mama." "Mama is so eager to see you." "Mama?" "You know, professor, I think you dropped a loop." "She can't be for real." "Who was doing the interviewing?" "Do you think she was born that way?" "No." "Takes years." "I know we're being taken for a ride." "Well, if we are, let's enjoy the scenery." "I'm scared." "I wanna go home." "Mama." "Mama, this is Miss Imbrie of Duluth and the young man she goes with at SPY magazine, Mr. Mike Macaulay Connor." "He's the son of an English teacher." "How do you do?" "Sorry to keep you waiting." "Not at all." "We enjoyed the floor show." "You must mean Caroline." "Well, then, you've met us all, haven't you?" "Except Mr. Lord." "Look at the pretty way she does her hair." "It's lovely." "Is it lacquered?" "No." "Will Mr. Lord be here for the wedding?" "We're about to have lunch." "Join us." "Thank you." "Good." "I'll tell Edward." "We wondered about Mr. Lord because I was hoping to be able to get " "We wondered about Mr. Lord -- We usually have box lunches on the lawn." "But today it's sit-down." "Come to the garden." "Do you like your sherry dry or sweet?" "Scotch on the rocks." "George, Mr. Connor of SPY magazine." "He's going to cover our wedding." "How do you do?" "And Miss Imbrie of Duluth." "How do you do?" "Splendid." "I'm a great admirer of your magazine, Mr. Connor." "Really?" "Why?" "It has its finger on the pulse of the public and its ear to the ground." "That's a vulnerable position, don't you think?" "I asked Edward to set two extra places." "Make it three." "Hello, sweetheart!" "Who he?" "This is Miss Imbrie and Mr. Connor from SPY magazine." "SPY?" "Your tastes have changed a little, haven't they, Sam?" "Sam?" "Her middle name's Samantha." "She hates it." "Hi." "Hi." "Isn't it time for your milk and arsenic, darling?" "Are you the same Dexter-Haven that wrote a song called "Samantha"?" "And unless I'm mistaken, weren't you once married to Miss Lord?" "Guilty on both counts." "I remember." "Two years ago." "Elopement, headlines, divorce, headlines and now you're back for the wedding?" "I'm here for this jazz festival but I expect to pitch a little rice on the side." "Mr. Haven has become quite famous since our divorce." "Undoubtedly you know of his piano concerto "Choo Choo Mama."" "Yes, I know it very well." "Tell me, how did you and Mr. Kittredge meet?" "Heaven brought them together." "My father took me to inspect one of his mines and Mr. Kittredge was there to guide us." "How romantic." "Yes, they met in a hole in the ground." "We're all very friendly." "It's the only civilized way to behave." "Could I have a picture of the bride between her first and second husband?" "Really, I don't " " Darling." "Is something like this thrilling?" "May the two gentlemen look at each other?" "You don't look as well as the last time I saw you." "Ready?" "You've got a lot on your mind." "But it's too late to back out, old boy." "They grew up together." "Miss Lord would you look at your first husband in this one, please?" "You don't look old enough to marry anybody." "You never did." "Ready?" "One more, please." "Naturally." "She needs trouble to mature, Kittredge." "Give her a lot of it." "I'm afraid she can't count on me for that." "That's a pity." "I gave her plenty." "Ready?" "Mr. Kittredge, could you smile?" "You're the groom, you know." "There." "Thank you." "Good." "Miss Lord, please lift your chin." "I thought I was sticking it out." "Say, that's some rock you got there, Sam." "Did you mine that yourself, George?" "Father sent her a diamond necklace." "Yes, when will I be able to get a picture of the family united with Mr. Lord?" "My husband loathes publicity." "He will be here a little later, won't he?" "Papa!" "Papa." "It's Papa!" "Oh, capital, it's Papa!" "Dear Papa, you came at last." "Papa?" "Have you by any chance slipped a cog?" "Uncle Willie, for the time being, you have to be Father." "Why?" "I shall explain later." "Look, it's Papa!" "It's Papa!" "It's Papa." "Yes." "Tell Edward to set another place for lunch." "You're looking clever today, Papa." "Thank you." "Papa, this is Miss lmbrie and Mr. Connor." "They're from SPY." "Spy?" "Yes, of course, the magazine." "I believe I know your editor." "Dreadful fellow." "He's wretched." "Papa, these two charming people were beginning to doubt your existence." "Well, imagine that." "Father of the bride." "We'll use it to head the article." "I'm afraid you got my bad side." "I'm sure you have no bad side, Mr. Lord." "I like her." "Now, I'll have a drink, if I may." "How clumsy of me." "I could die." "I'll bet it's ruined." "I'd like a piece of your bet." "Is it broken?" "Probably." "Whatever will you do?" "I carry a spare." "Luncheon is served." "Thank you, Edward." "Shall we go in?" "We're all famished, I'm sure." "Bring your drinks." "Sweetie." "I haven't got a drink." "Have some schnapps, Pops." "When you look at this wonderful family do you wonder what you've done to deserve it?" "I do indeed, my boy." "Every morning I look into the mirror and I say to myself:" ""Seth Lord, what in the world have you done to deserve this?"" "And what have you done?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh, not a thing." "It's a fine place you have." "Build it yourself?" "Of course." "Brick by brick." "Quite an undertaking, you know." "I " "And it would appear that each brick is about to fall upon me." "Tracy, your Uncle Willie is here." "My what?" "Aren't you gonna greet Uncle Willie?" "Uncle Willie!" "Uncle Willie!" "Father, what are you doing here?" "I have a right to be here." "You're Uncle Willie, understand?" "No." "I don't." "I'll explain later." "Look, everybody isn't it nice of Uncle Willie to surprise us?" "Miss Imbrie, Mr. Connor, this is my Uncle Willie." "Were you, by any chance, playing footsie with me at lunch?" "From where I sat?" "I didn't think your reach was that good." "Seth Lord has a roving eye." "And foot." "Elegant junk." "It's shiny." "Would I trade places with Miss Tracy Lord for all her wealth and beauty?" "Just ask me." "All right, I will." "Would you trade places with Miss Tracy Lord for all of her wealth and beauty?" "You know, I can't help thinking about it." "Cold?" "And what little mission of mischief brings you out of the bushes?" "A wedding present." "Wouldn't it have been simpler to have it sent over?" "Oh, no." "Whoever brought it could never say what I want to say." "Well?" "Lovely and unrelenting." "You said you had something to say." "I'd hoped you'd changed a little, Tracy maybe softened some." "Well, not for my sake entirely, but for yours." "You'd stand a better chance at happiness." "Thank you." "I'll manage." "Oh, yeah." "I bet you will." "You'll manage all right." "You'll manage George too." "But heaven help him if he shows any signs of weakness or rebellion." "I see you haven't changed either, Dexter." "I tried hard to figure it out." "Your father hurt you deeply when he hurt your mother." "Please." "So you started demanding perfection." "Nobody was gonna hurt you." "You felt I tricked you." "I didn't know you wanted a husband who'd be high priest to a virgin goddess." "Stop using those foul words." "It's a real pity too, Tracy." "You'd be a wonderful woman if you'd just let your tiara slip a little." "But you'll never be a wonderful woman, or even a wonderful human being until you learn to have some regard for human frailty." "There's a lot more of you goddesses around than people realize." "Is that all you have to say?" "No." "Those first weeks we spent together were the most wonderful I've ever known." "I want to thank you for them." "Good luck, Sam, and good sailing." "Hey skipper, when do we eat?" "Now." "Well, you've been at it long enough." "It's the bride's prerogative." "I don't like you out of my sight so long." "That's nice." "I'll have that fixed in the morning." "First course." "You'll never be able to follow it." "Second course." "What is it?" "Tomato juice." "You've done something brilliant to it." "What?" "Opened the can and poured it out." "It's so piquant." "Good." "Invented by the Earl of Sandwich?" "With something special added." "You hussy!" "You said you'd eat anything." "It's for you." "Tracy?" "Tracy?" "Hey." "You all right?" "Yes." "I " " I was just -- I know." "Half asleep." "Say, aren't you a pretty big girl to be playing with boats?" "It's a model of the True Love." "A wedding present from Dexter." "We spent our honeymoon on her." "Oh my, she was yare." "Yare?" "What's yare?" "Sleek, quick to the helm, everything a boat should be." "It seems hardly in good taste as a wedding present." "George, the true love never really existed with Dexter." "I want you to know that." "I do know." "That's the wonderful thing about you." "You're untouched by this foolish first marriage." "There's a beautiful purity about you like a statue to be worshipped." "But I don't want to be worshipped." "I want to be loved." "That goes without saying." "But I also want you up on a pedestal where you belong." "Where I can look up and adore you." "Never mind." "Tracy, aren't you going in, dear?" "I've changed my mind." "Mr. Lord" "I haven't had a chance to thank you yet for coming back for the wedding." "It was very decent of you and we both appreciate it." "Well, thank you, George." "I felt my wife would not object." "George, we moved your things to make room for those magazine people." "You don't mind, do you?" "Anything you do is all right with me." "We're having cocktails here before going to Uncle Willie's." "I'd better dash off and change." "I'll see you later, Tracy." "Excuse me." "I have a feeling George is going to take that ring tomorrow and go right through center with it." "That's very amusing." "Almost as amusing as the sight of you with your arm around Mother." "Well, I find it most unamusing to be passed off as your Uncle Willie." "And do take that tone out of your voice." "It is most unattractive." "Oh, really?" "And your dancer friend, how does she speak to you, dulcet and intoxicating?" "Heady enough to make you forget family responsibilities?" "Stop it instantly!" "Mother, I can't help it." "It's sickening." "A magnificent right he's got to come back in his best head of the family manner and start taking charge as if he's done nothing at all." "Well, it's not really your affair." "If it concerns anyone." "Actually, I don't know who it concerns except your father." "That is very wise of you, Margaret." "What most wives don't seem to realize is that a husband's philandering, even as innocuous as my own has nothing whatever to do with them." "And pray, just what has it to do with, then?" "A reluctance to grow old, I think." "I suppose the best mainstay a man can have as he gets along in years is a daughter." "The right kind of daughter, one who's full of warmth and affection a kind of foolish, unquestioning, uncritical affection." "None of which I've got, of course." "I'm a cold goddess." "If your vanity thinks in terms of goddesses." "You have a good mind, Tracy." "You have a pretty face, a fine, disciplined body that does what you tell it." "You have everything it takes to make a lovely woman, except the one essential:" "An understanding heart." "Without it, you might just as well be made of bronze." "That's an awful thing to say to anyone." "It's an awful thing to have to say." "Seth, that's too much." "I'm afraid it isn't enough." "Darling, your father doesn't mean that." "Neither one of you means it." "Both of you seem to forget that in striking out at each other you hurt others besides yourself." "What's the matter with everyone all of a sudden?" "Get in." "Are you learning anything about the idle rich?" "Yeah, they drive too fast." "Where we headed anyway?" "The graveyard." "I'm not ready." "I thought I'd show you the playground of the rich, the graveyard of wealth." "Well, for that I'm ready." "Beautiful, isn't it?" "The grass needs cutting." "It's been boarded up for 15 years." "Why?" "The high cost of being rich." "Most of the homes here are closed up or sold for taxes." "Why don't you write about that?" "You've got a chip on your shoulder about me." "Why?" "Because you came here with your mind already made up." "The time to make up your mind about people is never." "I had an opinion." "Unfavorable and unfair." "Really?" "What exactly do you do around here that's so worthwhile?" "Do you consider what you do worthwhile?" "Making a living off people's personal lives and misfortunes?" "I cannot pick and choose." "You could be anything you wanted to be." "But you'll never be a first-class writer or human being until you learn to have some compassion or regard for human." "You were saying?" "Nothing." "This is the second time you've taken me for a ride." "I don't like it." "Really?" "Really, Miss Tracy Samantha." "Samantha." "What a lovely, musical name." "Reminds me of an Indian cure for snakebite." "What's it stand for?" "The name, I mean." "It stands for no nonsense." "What do you do beside collect husbands?" "I mind my own business." "This happens to be my business." "For instance, how old are you, Miss Lord?" "26?" "No children?" "Time is flying." "What do you do in your spare time?" "I sometimes endure arrogant reporters." "Arrogant, indeed." "Shall we keep this on an impersonal basis?" "Shall we continue with the full tour?" "Gladly, Miss Lord." "But without the full treatment." "Another show place, Mr. Connor." "Yeah, that's quite a shack." "Who owns that?" "My Uncle Willie." "It's being turned into a boys' school next year." "He wanted to sell it for taxes." "When he couldn't, he decided to give it away." "It was cheaper." "Would you like to see it?" "Sure." "Good afternoon, Lawrence." "I didn't hear you ring." "We barged in." "Is Uncle Willie around?" "No, he hasn't returned from lunch yet." "That's right." "I forget." "We'll be at the bar, if you don't mind." "Not at all, Miss Tracy." "Good afternoon, John." "Good afternoon, Miss Tracy." "Your Uncle Willie's getting kicked out?" "They're getting ready for a party." "A last fling?" "Sort of." "It's my bachelor party." "Hello, Tommy." "Good afternoon." "Girls only?" "We're democratic." "We're allowing men." "The only bachelor parties I attended were with girls who came out of cakes." "Please, Mr. Connor." "This is Newport." "This is a bar?" "Uncle Willie's the kind of man who doesn't like to go far when he's thirsty." "I'm gonna have to buddy it up with Uncle Willie." "I had a bed that did that once." "Are you getting an interesting story on us, Mr. Connor?" "Why can't you break down and call me Mike?" "I couldn't possibly break down." "I was raised on a pedestal." "Would you?" "I sense something's bothering you and I'm getting clobbered for it." "You're a darned attractive girl." "But instead of an orchid on your shoulder, you're wearing a chip." "You think I'm attractive?" "A high priestess?" "You're awful tough to figure." "When you write your story about us, compare me to one of these homes boarded up, a thing of the past, a relic to be sold for taxes." "Miss Lord, you've got rocks in your head." "No." "The truth is that I don't fit into the landscape either." "The house has been boarded up too long." "There's an answer for that too." "Tear the boards down." "Throw open the windows and let the wind blow through." "That's better." "What goes on here?" "There's a dark horse in this race and my boy's running a slow third." "What we need is a little change of pace music, Junior." "Now we're getting warm." "That's quite a brawl." "Yes." "One of the prettiest sights in this pretty world is the sight of the privileged class enjoying its privileges." "They're really not a bad bunch when you get to know them." "You getting to know them?" "Slowly." ""With the rich and mighty, it takes a little patience." That's an old Spanish proverb." "Yes." "Well, I come from a long line of Swedes." "We have an old saying too:" ""When the cat's away, why should the mouse act like a rat?"" "Liz!" "Liz, I've been looking for you." "Really?" "Well, I've been right here all the time, Mr. Lord." "I beg your pardon?" "Oh, no, call me Seth." "Seth." "Your daughter doesn't resemble you." "In fact, there's an amazing difference." "Well, naturally." "She's a girl, you know, and I'm a wicked old man." "Willie!" "Mary?" "Dexter's looking for you." "Mrs. Lord, you called him Willie." "Miss Imbrie, there's a misunderstanding which I'd like to clear up." "In the first place, I'm Seth Lord." "Yes." "Yes." "Well, that makes you..." "Available." "I don't get it." "Don't go away." "I'll be right back." "Oh, dear." "You are here in exchange for repressing an article about me." "However, you should know that I'll sue your editor if anything derogatory to any of us is published." "Okay?" "I hope you do." "Mr. Lord, Mrs. Lord, you must know that Mike and I weren't told anything about this." "Why, of course." "Mother!" "Mother, I'm so glad to see you." "Mike." "Hello, Mr. Kittredge." "Hello, Father." "Miss Imbrie, you having a wonderful time?" "Wonderful." "Mike, are you having a wonderful time?" "It's a gasser." "Isn't that wonderful?" "George?" "Shall we dance?" "We were." "Goodbye." "George?" "Are you having a wonderful time?" "Isn't it a beautiful party?" "Yes, a very nice party." "Wouldn't you like to sit down, dear?" "Here?" "Don't be silly." "We'll get stepped on." "I thought perhaps you were tired." "I see that Dexter's here." "Everybody's here." "Everybody's having a wonderful time." "That's nice, isn't it, George?" "Yes, it's very nice, Tracy, very nice." "Very nice." "Thank you very much." "That was splendid." "Very nice indeed." "We are honored in Newport to have visiting us several famous orchestras for the jazz festival tomorrow night." "Among them, the greatest of them all" "Mr. Louis Armstrong." "Yeah." "We also have with us one of the sponsors of the festival, Mr. Dexter-Haven." "So I'll ask Dexter to explain." "Thank you." "Dear gentle folk of Newport -- Or maybe I should say, "hats and cats"?" "I want you to lend an ear because " "Well, I want you to hear some really shimmering sharps and flats." "Look here, I want to dance with Tracy." "Do you, Uncle Willie?" "That's nice." "You two can dance the rest of your life." "Let's the three of us dance together." "No, no, no, my dear." "That just isn't done, you know." "Are you having a wonderful time?" "I most certainly am." "You know, you're my very favorite uncle." "I'd be highly complimented if it weren't for the fact that I'm the only uncle you have." "I think that's sad." "You're the only uncle I have in the whole world." "May I?" "May you what?" "Dance with the bride." "You may dance with the bride." "Are you coming to my wedding, Dexter?" "No." "What's the matter, don't you like weddings?" "Depends on who's getting married." "It's gonna be a nice wedding." "I'm sure it will." "That's a very cute song you sang." "Why don't you write cute songs like that?" "I wrote that one." "Well, I still like it." "You're really floating tonight, aren't you?" "Really floating, aren't I?" "I'm sensational, everybody said so." "It got dark all of a sudden." "Very dark." "It's too dark." "Since I won't be at the wedding, don't I get to kiss the bride?" "Everybody kisses the bride." "I want everybody to be happy, even you, Dexter." "You may kiss the bride." "Oh, Sam, all the happiness in the world." "Oh, Dex." "Tracy!" "Hello, George." "Just kissing the bride." "You know, the old custom." "Yes, just kissing the bride." "It's a very old custom." "You're not fooling anybody, Dexter." "The wedding is tomorrow and you're not gonna block it." "Come on, dear." "Are we gonna dance, George?" "No, dear." "What are we going to do?" "I think you ought to lie down." "But I feel fine." "I'm sensational." "Behave yourself." "You're sensational, all right." "Now, I want you to lie down and rest." "I'll see that you're not disturbed." "George, lie down with me." "Tracy!" "You'll find it under Harvard Classics." "Give Darwin a little nudge there." "I thought I'd pour a little champagne." "It's a great leveler." "It makes you my equal." "I wouldn't say that." "Well, it almost makes you my equal." "C. K. Dexter-Haven didn't you once know a girl named Tracy Samantha Lord?" "Sounds familiar." "No, you didn't." "If you had known her, you'd never let her get away." "You got hiccups." "Excuse." "It's all right." "Tracy's no ordinary woman." "So I understand." "You are still in love with her." "Don't deny it, buddy." "I wasn't going to." "Does she know this?" "Yeah, she knows it." "No, that ain't the way I get it." "What's that?" "I'm gonna have a drink." "I may have some bubbly myself." "I'm gonna dance." "Don't get hurt." "Hands up!" "I hate you." "Where do you think you're going?" "Someplace and dance." "But they're dancing in there." "I know, but George is frowning at me." "I can't dance when anyone frowns at me." "We'll go over the wall." "Whose car shall we use?" "Anyone's." "Let's use the blue one." "No, that's mine." "Hello, George." "Where's Tracy?" "Powdering her nose." "Hello." "Hello." "You look fine." "I feel fine." "Do you hear a telephone ringing?" "It's my bedroom telephone." "It's probably George." "You can't marry him." "No?" "Well, I'm going to." "He's not in your class." "Snob." "George comes from the so-called "lower class," Dexter from the upper." "Well, I'll take the lower every time." "Sure, as long as you can't get a drawing room." "You're insulting." "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize." "Who's apologizing?" "You are." "If you don't think I'll marry George, you come around tomorrow morning." "It's already tomorrow morning." "So it is." "Oh, let's not quarrel, Mike." "What you need is another drink." "That's right." "I can't find Liz." "I just saw someone wander out into the garden." "Alone." "Oh, you don't tell me." "The little vixen." "Ollie ollie oxen free." "Uncle Willie giving you a little trouble?" "He's gonna end up a juvenile delinquent." "Have you seen Mike anywhere?" "No." "No?" "That's funny." "He disappeared over an hour ago." "Where's Tracy?" "This party's turning into a game of hide-and-seek." "She's disappeared." "Phone her at home." "I did." "There was no answer." "Try again." "All right, I will." "Well, since Mike's disappeared too, I may as well go home." "How about me taking you home?" "Then everybody'd come look for us." "That's the nicest thing I've heard tonight." "You know, the strangest thing." "I keep thinking I hear bells." "That's the champagne for you." "They're now putting bells in the bubbles." "You're quite a fellow." "That's what they say." "Let's go for a swim in the moonlight." "But you wanted to dance." "Tonight I want to do everything." "Rumba." "Oh, Tracy, Tracy." "Darling, you're lit from within." "Bright, so bright." "I don't seem made of bronze, then?" "No, you're made of flesh and blood." "That's the blank, unholy surprise of it all." "Oh, Mike, keep talking." "All of a sudden I've got the shakes." "Yeah, me too." "What is it?" "It couldn't be love, could it?" "Oh, no, no, no, it mustn't." "Why?" "Would it be inconvenient?" "Terribly." "Oh, Tracy." "You're tremendous!" "That's funny, because I feel very small." "Put me in your pocket, Mike." "Golly." "Golly Moses." "We're out of our minds." "And into our hearts, though." "What are we going to do?" "I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go into the water." "Liz, you're in love with Connor, aren't you?" "People ask the darndest questions." "Why don't you marry him?" "I didn't hear you." "I'm going to bed." "Thank you, Mr. C. K. Dexter-Haven." "I said, why don't you marry him?" "I think he's still got a lot to learn." "I don't wanna get in his way for a while." "Suppose some other dame comes along in the meantime?" "I'd scratch her eyes out." "Unless she were marrying someone else the next day." "You're quite a gal, Liz." "Oh, I don't know." "I take nice pictures, though." "Night." "Night." "Oh, it's you, Mr. Haven." "Hey, Mac." "There's so much loot for the wedding, I keep checking." "I won't take anything." "I'm not getting married this time, you know." "I wish it were, sir." "Good night." "Good night." "That you, Haven?" "Oh, yeah." "What are you doing here?" "I just brought Liz home." "Why?" "I still haven't found Tracy." "Well, she's asleep, I should say." "She's getting married tomorrow." "Don't be funny." "I telephoned her." "Her phone didn't answer." "When we were married, that phone would always ring and she'd never bat an eye." "She's a very remarkable girl." "I recall " "I prefer not to discuss Tracy with you, if you don't mind." "You've got a very big day tomorrow." "Let me walk you to the gatehouse." "That sounds like Tracy." "No, that's the night watchman." "It's a woman's voice." "Well, he's a lyric tenor, you see." "That's right." "George, honestly, I think you should go." "Beautiful." "Okay, but you're never gonna understand." "That's nice." "That's nice." "You can sing for me anytime, Tracy." "Take me upstairs, Mike." "Tracy!" "Oh, hello, Georgie Porgie." "She sprained her ankle?" "Not wounded, sir, but dead." "She dove in the pool." "And when she hit the water, the wine hit her." "You expect me to believe that, Connor?" "I don't give a " "It's right up at the top of the stairs." "Second door to the right." "Fairies are at the bottom of my garden." "I know." "They're all ringing little bells." "Congratulations." "I wouldn't go jumping at conclusions." "This isn't all that meets the eye here." "Tracy, of all people." "Yes, Tracy, of all people." "But you don't believe." "The implications aren't exactly what they seem." "I suppose you think it's innocent." "I'm sure the intention was innocent." "You don't know women as well as I thought you did." "How could she do this to me?" "In the morning, Tracy won't remember a thing that happened tonight." "I think you ought to forget about it too." "Oh, you and your sophisticated ideas!" "It all comes from having things too easy all your life." "Oh, yes, it's terrible, isn't it?" "If you fellas will listen to me -- You filthy " "I'm sorry, but she isn't your wife yet, and she was mine, you know." "You okay, Connor?" "I thought I'd better hit you before he did." "He's in much better shape." "You'll do." "Say, pal, just what did happen here tonight?" "Well, see, I..." "Well, I guess we're really gonna have a wedding after all." "For a while last night, it seemed to be touch-and-go." "Shouldn't you be out front taking pictures of the guests as they arrive?" "Am I in your way?" "I haven't noticed." "Look, Mike." "If I ever am in your way, don't honk." "Just run over me." "You're quite a girl, Liz." "That's the second time in the last 24 hours that a man has said that to me." "I guess I must be getting either booky, hippy or toothy." "I'll get my Brownie and go to work." "Shut up, you fool!" "Good morning, sir." "Don't scream at the top of your lungs." "I had champagne last night." "Sorry, sir." "Could I get you anything, sir?" "You might give me a glass of that water." "And a new head, if you've got one." "What's going on here anyway?" "I expected to find the police and at least two hacked-up bodies." "The police, sir?" "Has anything happened to Caroline?" "Good morning, Willie." "Good morning." "Don't get up, dear." "Thank you." "Thank you." "What is the matter with Caroline?" "She's been telephoning all morning, urging me to get here before the wedding." "She's been screaming that it's a matter of life and death." "I don't know what's the matter with her." "She dashed in this morning, screaming that Tracy can't marry George." "That she must marry that newspaperman." "You don't say!" "Why?" "Yes, why?" "What's Caroline's reason?" "Hi, Willie." "Sweetheart." "Can I have a little jam?" "Yes, dear." "I don't know." "Caroline must've had a nightmare about something she thought she saw." "I'll have to keep her in her room until after the wedding." "It must've been a bad dream." "It must've been a whizzer." "Uncle Willie, may I tell you something?" "This morning you look like a tree full of owls." "This is the sort of day that history teaches us is better spent in bed." "Hello, everybody!" "Isn't it a fine day, though?" "Is everybody fine?" "That's fine." "Oh, good morning, Uncle Willie." "Where is everybody?" "Do you like my dress?" "Oh, yes, it's quite beautiful, my dear." "It's awfully heavy." "I can't seem to get my eyes open." "Oh, Dexter!" "What are you doing here?" "Caroline called me to come over." "She's been telephoning everybody in the county." "Now, go home!" "Please do!" "Oh, no, not until we get those eyes open." "And how do you feel otherwise?" "Oh, I don't know what's the matter with me." "I " "I don't seem to remember last night at all." "I must've had too much sun yesterday." "Yes, the sun will do it every time." "You left the party and came right home to bed." "I did?" "Thank you." "It's nice to have things accounted for." "Only, I wonder what this might be?" "It appears to be a gentleman's wristwatch." "But whose?" "I nearly stepped on it." "Getting out of bed?" "Yes, why?" "Oh, nothing." "There's another mystery." "I think I was robbed last night." "Oh, really?" "Yes." "My engagement ring and earrings and bracelets are missing everywhere." "Somebody's houseguest from New York, no doubt." "Nobody's here from New York." "I have a few little baubles here." "Where did you find them?" "Don't tell me you don't remember." "Did I give them to you?" "I just stumbled across them." "Sam, if you're gonna drink champagne, you ought to take a swim." "Nothing like a swim, you know, to open the eyes." "Now they're open." "What do you say we slip into the pantry and have a little toddy for the body?" "Medicinal." "If it gets dull around here, have Caroline tell you about her dream." "It's a dilly." "Morning." "You..." "You all right?" "Me?" "Of course." "Why shouldn't I be?" "You put away a gang of wine last night." "I had a simply wonderful evening." "I hope you enjoyed it too." "Oh, yes, I sure did. lndeed I did." "Especially the last part of it." "Why especially the last?" "You're asking me?" "Oh, you mean the swim?" "We did swim and so forth, didn't we?" "Yeah, we swam and so forth." "What can I say, darling?" "Oh, not anything." "Don't say anything." "And especially not darling." "You mean you're going through with it?" "The wedding?" "Why shouldn't I?" "No regrets about last night?" "Why should I have?" "That's the stuff, Tracy." "You're wonderful!" "No, Mike, you don't know what I mean." "I'm asking you." "Tell me the reason why I shouldn't have." "No, don't." "Just tell me what time it is." "I'd love to, but I seem to have lost my watch." "You don't know how extremely sorry I am to hear you say that." "Oh, there it is." "I ought to give you a reward." "Where'd you find it?" "Let's just say I stumbled over it." "Hey, Mike." "How are you this bright and festive morning?" "That for me?" "No, it's for Tracy." "Would you like one?" "I'd sell my grandmother for a drink." "Uncle Willie's in the pantry doing weird and wonderful things with various healing waters." "Can I ask for two?" "Go till you run out of grandmothers." "I'll be drinking a long time." "Doctor's orders, Sam." "What is it?" "Just the juice of a few fresh flowers." "It's called a stinger." "Removes the sting." "Don't say that." "Why not?" "Nothing can." "Nothing ever will." "I've done the most terrible thing to you." "Oh, I doubt that." "I doubt that very much." "I've always been so hard on people who weren't perfect." "What am I going to do?" "Well, why to me, darling?" "I don't see where I figure in this anymore." "Aren't you confusing me with a fella named George Kittredge?" "George!" "I've got to tell him!" "He knows." "He was here too." "Good grief, why didn't you sell tickets?" "You better finish your drink." "What did George say last night?" "Well, he was a little shaken, but I guess he'll rally." "Oh, I'm such an unholy mess of a girl." "Oh, now, come on." "That's not even good conversation." "How'd you like my wedding present?" "I'm not used to having my gifts go unacknowledged." "Oh, it was beautiful and sweet." "She was quite a boat, the True Love." "Was and is." "Boy, she was yare." "But I wasn't, was I?" "No, you were." "You were very good at the bright work." "I can still see you out there on the deck." "Down on your knees with your little cake of polish." "I made her shine." "Where is she now?" "She's in the yards being gone over." "I thought I'd sell her to this fella, Rufe Watries, at Oyster Bay." "For money?" "Why not?" "To that fat old rum pot?" "I'm gonna design another." "Thought I'd call it the True Love II." "What do you think?" "I'll tell you what you could call her:" "the Easy Virtue." "Oh, now, come on, Sam." "I won't have you thinking such things about yourself." "Cut it out." "But it's true." "A little slip now and then is good for people." "Especially if they learn something." "On, I don't know anything anymore." "Now, that sounds hopeful." "That's just fine." "Well, there's one consoling thought, Dexter." "You're well rid of me." "No, nobody can say that but me." "I hope we're not interrupting anything." "As if we didn't know we were." "Tracy, Liz and I think we're gonna resign from SPY magazine." "We're not turning in the story." "We're gonna burn it to keep warm this winter." "You can have it as a wedding present." "Oh, thank you." "Thank you both." "You're dear and sweet, and I don't deserve your kindness." "Easy come, easy go." "Oh, but you'll stay for the wedding?" "Oh, well, I -- Oh, here comes the groom!" "Why, it's George." "Tracy, please get rid of these people." "I want to talk to you." "There's no need for them to go." "Everybody seems to know about last night." "Just collecting expressions." "It's a lovely day for a wedding." "It rained for us." "I'm not sure yet that there'll be a wedding." "I've been up all night." "I cannot decide what is the best thing to do." "I'm entitled to a full explanation before I'm asked to make a decision." "Unfortunately, George, I have no explanation." "I wish for your sake, as well as mine, I had." "You'll grant I have the right to be angry." "You certainly have." "On the very eve of your wedding." "I told you I agreed." "Better hurry up and decide." "The guests are all settled." "This doesn't concern you." "Nor you." "No, don't go." "Please stay." "On the eve of your wedding." "You've said that." "You keep out of this." "And you too." "Mr. Kittredge, it might interest you to know that our so-called affair consisted of exactly two kisses and one rather late swim." "All of which I enjoyed and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything." "It's no use, Mike." "After which I accompanied her to her room, deposited her on the bed and returned to you two on the porch, which you will doubtless remember." "You mean to say that was all there was to it?" "I do." "Why?" "Was I so unattractive, so distant so forbidding or cold or something?" "Well, this is fine talk, Tracy." "I'm asking a question." "You were extremely attractive, Tracy." "And as for distant and forbidding, on the contrary." "However, you were somewhat a little worse, or the better, for the wine." "And there are rules about things like that." "Oh, thank you, Mike." "Oh, I think men are wonderful." "The little dears." "Well, this is a fine time to be telling me." "Why?" "Where's the difference?" "If my wonderful, beautiful, marvelous virtue is still intact, it's no thanks to me." "It's purely by courtesy of the gentleman from South Bend." "Local papers, please copy." "Well, since nothing really happened perhaps we just better drop the whole subject." "George, I don't want you to marry me because you think I'm now worthy of you." "It would've meant much more if you had married me because I was unworthy." "But a man expects his wife to -- I know, to behave herself." "Naturally." "To behave herself naturally." "Well, what's done is done." "We can't turn back the clock." "Oh, I wished I'd have said that." "You're at liberty to leave at any time." "I don't relish having you at my wedding." "Is there going to be a wedding, George?" "Yes, Tracy." "In spite of the circumstances, I'm big enough to overlook a single indiscretion." "No, you're too good for me, George." "I couldn't bear a perfect man." "I'd make you most unhappy." "Most." "I know I'd try my best to." "She would too." "All right, if that's the way you feel." "That's that." "I have never begged in my life." "I've got a feeling you had more to do with this than anyone." "I hope you're right." "You and your whole rotten class." "Oh, class my -- Grandmother!" "Well, there goes George." "Oh, my sainted aunt!" "You're on." "What am I gonna do?" "Say a few words." "Put your hat on." "Put it on." "You'll think of something." "You're gonna look lovely." "What am I gonna do?" "What'll I say?" "Your father will make an announcement." "Anything special you want me to say?" "Oh, thank you." "No." "I got myself into it, I'll get myself out." "As you wish." "Go, go!" "Hello, everybody." "I just want to say that." "Oh, will you stop that racket, please?" "Thank you." "Good morning." "I'd like to say." "Well, there's been a little hitch." "I've made a terrible fool of myself, which isn't at all unusual." "Well, my fiancé that was." "Well, he thinks we ought to call it a day, and I quite agree with him." "Help me." "Tell them two years ago I did you out of a wedding by eloping in Maryland." "Two years ago I did you out of a wedding in this house by eloping to Maryland." "I hope to make it up now by going through with it." "But I hope to make it up now by going through with it." "As originally and most beautifully planned." "So if you'll just keep your seats." "So if you'll just keep your lovely seats." "That's all." "That's all." "Oh, Dexter, are you sure?" "No, but I'll risk it if you will." "You're not just doing it to save my face?" "It's such a nice face." "Come on, Dexter, we've no time to lose." "See you in a minute." "Oh, Father, I'm so glad you came back." "I'm glad you're here." "Thank you, Tracy." "And I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry, I've been a disappointment to you." "I never said that, darling, and I never will." "I love you, Father." "And I love you, my daughter." "Help me off the pedestal." "Watch out for that first step." "It's quite a tumble." "Pretty contagious idea, isn't it?" "Well, I must confess I'm not exactly immune." "Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man but I thought maybe " "Oh, Mike, I think I better grab you before somebody else does." "You're liable to get in trouble one of these days." "Come on, we'll develop this later." "End of story."