All language subtitles for Made in Paris - 1966 - Ann-Margret, Richard Crenna - eng

[music on gramophone

* When there's a moon above
it is something to see *

* How the fellas
follow the girls *

* They're all in search of
love there isn't a lover*

* Who doesn't discover
that if it's made in Paris *

* You can bet that there is
a girl for every boy *

* Dreams are made
in Paris every night *

* They come true, can't you
hear, Paris calling you *

* The girls are everywhere
and the scent of their perfume *

* Is meant to go right
to your head *

* So don't just sit
and stare *

* If the fun and the laughter,
the good times you're after *

* Can just be
made in Paris *

* If you don't know
how to speak French *

* She'll understand

* Love is made
in Paris every night *

* Rain or shine, go get yours,
I've got mine *

* Find your dream

* Find your love

* I've got mine
Go get yours *

- Oh, Miss Scott.
- Yes?

Is it alright, Miss Scott?
It's a very large order.

We can take a chance
on the United States deal.

Thank you.

- Miss Scott.
- Yes?

Mr. Barclay would like to see
you in his private office.

- Thank you.
- Mr. Barclay, Junior.

'Yes, I know.'

- Is Miss Chase in yet?
- Not yet.

- She didn't leave for Paris?
- Not till tonight.

She's probably doing
some last minute packing.

But you know how she gets before
her buying trip, frantic.

Oh, call me the minute
she gets in, please.

Judy, put this
in my office, please.

- Yes, Miss Scott.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Courtney, I couldn't
agree with you more.

It's hardly the ideal dress
for a 40th wedding anniversary.

That was sent to Mrs. Courtney?

And that was sent to Lilly LaRue
for her striptease act

at The Body Shop.

Yes, Mrs. Courtney, yes.
She's right here

I'm sure she can
explain everything.

Mrs. Courtney?

I can easily see
how the shipping clerk

might have gotten confused.

Yes, you and Miss LaRue
are built very much alike.

No, no, no. I'm sure that your
measurements haven't changed

in the last forty years.

No, no, please don't apologize.
Goodbye, Mrs. Courtney.

Excellent presence of mind,
Miss Scott.

Mr. Barclay, I have worked at
the store as a model, sales girl

and assistant buyer. At no time
have I ever packed dresses.

That is handled
by the shipping department.

'Thank you, for setting me
straight again.'

Is there anything else,
Mr. Barclay?

No, thank you.

- Miss Scott.
- I know, where?

In the model's
dressing room.

Excuse me, Ann will
take care of you.

Oh, what a lovely dress.

I didn't mean
to interrupt.

Oh, come in, Miss Scott.
Merely a matter of logistics.

- You've seen this dress?
- Yes. It's a Fontaine creation.

I think it's a very
exciting dress.

A very exciting dress.
There's no way of keeping it up.

Even with of all of Eunice's
natural equipment.

- I can't even shake hands.
- Eunice!

I didn't expect Mr. Barclay to
know but you might have guessed.

You better get back
to the salon.

Mr. Barclay,
If you don't mind.

I would like to be judged by
what I do between 9.30 and 5.30.

- Not after hours.
- You could have said no.

You never gave me
that much time.

I'm sorry if I spoiled
your record.

Miss Scott, are you
bucking for sainthood?

No. No, I'm just
an average American girl.

I have the foolish idea that
I'd like to settle down

in the suburbs with the man
I love and have children.

And maybe, even have
a station wagon.

And two of those large dogs with
hair in front of their eyes.

'I'm sure, you think that's
square, Mr. Barclay.'

That's square.

- Why did you lead me on?
- I what?

Come on now, that slow
inviting smile.

It isn't all business.

I just happen to be friendly.

And that little wiggle
when you walk.

All women wiggle.

All women don't send messages.

Alright, Mr. Barclay, alright.

I'm sorry for taking
advantage of you.

From now on, I'll keep
out of your way.

Or perhaps, you can put
something in your food.

'Miss Scott, will you please
report to Mr. Barclay's office.'

'Mr. Barclay, Senior.'

Have my hat
and coat ready.

Margret Scott, started with
the store in 1962 as a model

in the customs salon.

Promoted in 1963
to sales girl.

1964, assistant buyer.

'Well, your advancement
with Barclay Ames'

'has been remarkably
fast but..'

I don't know what you've been
told, Mr. Barclay..

...but I've always tried
my very best for the store.

Roger, dear, I told you, if the
least little thing goes wrong

I can fly over,
just like that.

Miss Scott, do you think you
could handle our Paris buying?

Well?

I think so, Mr. Barclay.

- But Miss Chase has always..
- Miss Chase has deserted us.

She has decided to get married
on three hours' notice.

With all the impulsiveness
of a school girl.

Oh, that's wonderful.
Is it Arthur?

- He swept me right off my feet.
- Oh!

He insists we get married
tonight before I change my mind.

Ladies, please.

Miss Scott, I feel you're
too young and inexperienced.

But Miss Chase thinks
you can handle the job.

And my son does, too. That's
another thing that worries me.

'Miss Chase will fill you in
on all that you need to know.'

'If she has the time.'

Now, Roger,
I'll make time

between cocktails
and the ceremony.

In Paris, you'll stay in the
company apartment, Miss Scott

and you'll cover
all the salons.

'Especially, Marc Fontaine.'

I know how important the
exclusive is, Mr. Barclay.

We are the only store
in New York

that handles Fontaine gowns,
and we want to keep it that way.

Fortunately, Irene has always
kept the inside track.

'I'll try to do as well,
Mr. Barclay.'

Barclay Ames is
in your hands, Miss Scott.

'If you do the job well,
it's yours permanently.'

Thank you, Mr. Barclay,
I still can't believe it.

I can't either.
But good luck.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you, Mr. Barclay.
- You're welcome, Miss Scott.

Pay no attention to all that
hand-kissing jazz.

The only difference
between a Paris salon

or a Seventh Avenue showroom
is the accent.

- And the price.
- Ah, good girl, good girl.

Voila!

I will be the most
successful buyer in Paris.

Oh, that Arthur, that poor
darling, he's been running

around the block
for half an hour now.

I'll be right down.
You're double parked?

Well, um, yeah, just-just don't
worry and give the doorman

50 dollars.

Bye-bye.

'Maggie, there's one other thing
I think you should know.'

- About Marc Fontaine.
- I'll handle with kid gloves.

Dear, please be serious.

For five years, Marc and I had
a very close relationship.

Irene, tell me what
to do, and I'll do it.

I'll mother him,
I'll feed him.

I'm not talking
about feeding him.

Darling, you just
don't understand.

You see, Marc Fontaine needs a
very special kind of attention.

What special kind
of attention?

That's Arthur.

If he makes a scene, you just
tell it was all your fault.

You didn't have dinner.

I didn't have time,
I've been too busy.

That's what I thought.
Barclay Ames cannot afford

to send a skinny buyer to Paris.

Create the wrong image.

'Hi, Irene.'

Ted, you didn't see a long black
limousine at the front, did you?

As a matter of fact, there was
a cop giving someone a ticket.

Huh! No.

Well, darling, bye. Have a
wonderful and successful trip.

Goodbye, Ted.

Irene, now, what
about Marc Fontaine?

Ah, you're on
your own now.

From now on, I'm just
a blushing bride. I hope.

'Spread fit for a queen.
Champagne.'

Corn beef sandwiches, pickles.

Oh, I shouldn't, I shouldn't,
I'll miss the plane.

if you don't calm down, you fly
to Paris without the plane.

- Mm-mmm.
- What?

'I said save the other half,
I'm hungry.'

Maggie Scott, you've done
a dangerous thing to me.

Because of you, I've developed
a strange fascination

for girls who say no.

You didn't feel
that way this morning.

Very well. Resentment came off
with the bandage.

Ted, I'm so grateful.

But I can't concentrate
as long as you're here.

That's the first kind word
you've said to me.

Know what I'm gonna do
while you're gone?

What?

- Take a lot of long walks.
- Yeah?

Cold showers.
Catch up on my reading.

Have a wonderful trip.

Thank you.

Goodnight, Ted.

- I forgot something.
- It isn't here.

Operator, I'd like to place
a long distance call

to Paris, France.
Yes, Mr. Herb Stone.

Elysees 9051.

And charge that
to account number LO39970.

- Who's Herb Stone?
- A friend of mine.

Writes a column
for the New York Herald.

I want to make sure
someone's looking after you

while you're in Paris.

It's 4.30 in the morning.
This is no hour to be calling

a decent respectable citizen.
I'm a working man.

'Herb? Herb?'

It's Ted Barclay.

'Ted! Ted, when are you
coming over?'

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd be delighted to take
care of any girlfriend of yours.

Just want you to keep
an eye on her and..

She's never been
to Paris before.

I'm not the guy
to protect any girl.

I've been on the other side
of the fence too long. Yeah.

Keep her away from the places
we know. She'll be fine.

Listen, Ted.

Yeah, yeah. Oh yeah, yeah.
I'll meet her at the airport.

Right, yeah.

I'll miss you.

Ted?

You did forget something.

Paris. It's all so wonderful
and exciting.

Postcards don't
do it justice.

Some of them do.

Will we see the Eiffel Tower
on the way?

Still be there tomorrow.

Driver, swing right
on the Avenue de Gaulle.

Oh, let's not do
the tourist bit.

Mr. Stone, are you
always this friendly?

- Tell me, how did you do it?
- Do what?

Hook the last of the fun-loving
bachelors, Ted Barclay?

Ted Barclay is still
a fun-loving bachelor.

Oh, in name only.

His voice quivered with concern
when he spoke about you.

Oh, I mean you're a very
pretty girl with a nice figure.

Good teeth. Ted Barclay
has closets full of 'em.

What'd you do? Did you play your
cards very close to the chest?

'Did you find that "no"
is the magic word?'

Mr. Stone, if you have
something else to do

I can get
to the apartment alone.

No, no. I have responsibility.
I promised Ted that I'd..

..protect you at all costs.
I'm your Dwayna.

That's very noble of you.

You know Paris has a habit
of doing strange things

to shrewd little girls.

Their inhibitions
go haywire and..

...pretty soon the little girl's
not quite so sure of herself.

To put it mildly,
she goes ape.

And what if it doesn't
happen that way?

It will.

I'll give you a chance to
freshen up and pick you up

for supper at about, ten?

No thanks, I'm exhausted.

It's been a long plane trip
and a longer taxicab ride.

The fare is 25 francs.

You're on an expense account,
I'm not.

Don't-don't over-tip, you'll
spoil it for the rest of us.

If you get into any trouble,
give me a call.

Oh, you're the first one
I'll think of.

Cecile, you did forget
the shaving things.

After five years,
I do not forget anything.

Shaving mug, razor, and cologne.

Excellent. Ah, yes.

Such a perfect taste.

I hope we'll inherit these
when the season is over.

'He has always been
very generous.'

Yes, but Mademoiselle Irene
has given him a real reason

to be..

Oh, good evening, Mr. Fontaine.

Yes, everything has been
unpacked, as usual.

No. There is absolutely
no smell of mothballs.

Cecile and I
have seen to that.

Oh yes, yes, Mr. Fontaine.
She's here now.

If you'll just hold on
a minute..

Ah, yes. I'll tell Mademoiselle
Irene you've been delayed.

You'll be here later.

Oh, thank you.

Ah, Cecile. Cecile.

Mademoiselle Irene,
how wonderful to..

Hello.

'But I'm sorry. You must have
the wrong apartment.'

I'm the new buyer, Maggie Scott.

Ah, uh...but,
it isn't possible.

We-we have a wire
from Mademoiselle Irene.

"Arrive Thursday at the latest.
Can't wait to see

"both my right arms.

Fondest, Irene Chase."

That was before she got married.

Married?

It all happened very suddenly.

If you'd like
to see my credentials..

Yes.

But...y-y-you see

There was no question.
It's just, uh..

...difficult for us
to-to adjust.

I understand.

Yes, but, uh, anyway, we'll try
to make you as comfortable

as we did Mademoiselle Irene.

Who's the man with Irene
in this photograph?

'It's Monsieur Fontaine.'

They were at the races
at Longchamp.

They love the races.

This can be embarrassing
for everyone.

There is no reason for alarm.
I will handle everything.

It is just...beautiful.

Yes, Mademoiselle Irene
redecorated it.

She has superb taste
in everything.

Oh, Marc Fontaine again.

Uh, the Lido opening.
Everyone was there.

They love openings, and uh--

They love skiing.

Oh. Here, let me help you.

There is no need, Mademoiselle.

Yes, Cecile doesn't like anyone
to help with the unpacking.

'She's a perfectionist.'

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to interrupt Cecile's routine.

Go right ahead.

- The phone.
- Will you calm down?

Perhaps Mademoiselle
would like a little supper?

Oh, no, thank you.
I really am exhausted.

I think I'll just go
right to bed. Thank you anyway.

Please.

'Georges, I am getting more
and more nervous.'

Will you calm down?

As soon as I can get
to the telephone..

It's awfully late, why don't you
finish unpacking tomorrow?

Mademoiselle won't
touch anything?

Uh, I-I promise.

Pleasant dreams, Mademoiselle.

Thank you, goodnight.

Close the door.

Monsieur Fontaine, please.
It's urgent.

What? He's not
at the salon?

But this is Georges
at Barclay's?

Oh yes, thank you.
I'll try there.

This can be a disaster.

I'll find him.

First, try Petit Moulin, then
The Bilboquet

then all the cafes
at Saint Germain des Pres

Is that clear? I will cover
Fouquet's Grand Chateau

and all the restaurants
on the right bank.

- We won't miss him, I'm sure.
- You have been sure before.

Irene. Irene, wake up, it's me.

Have a good trip?

Yeah, yeah.

'Darling, even a wife would show
a little more excitement.'

Don't feel like talking,
do you? Neither do I.

Oh.

There. A glass of water
on my table.

See, I don't forget
little things.

Yeah, Irene. It's marvelous.

It's been such a long time.

Irene?

Irene, darling. Irene.

Excuse me.

Please. Please, it isn't worth
all this noise. Believe me.

Oh, are you coming
or-or going?

No I-I'm going.

'How long you been here?'

Long enough to, uh, visit
an old friend.

Unfortunately, she was out.

How'd you get in?

With this, it's my key.
It's very practical.

Oh, don't come any closer.
I wasn't expecting company.

Obviously. But there is
no need to be frightened.

My name is Marc Fontaine.

Oh, I'm very happy to meet you.

And, uh, where is Irene?

Oh, she isn't coming.
She got married.

Really?

Uh, is it someone
I would approve of?

Oh, he's very nice, I think.
His name is Arthur.

He's a banker.

A banker named Arthur.

Wonderful.
Well, Irene always wanted..

...security, she's got it.
I'm delighted.

And...who are you?

Oh, I'm Maggie Scott.
I'm, uh, Irene's replacement.

Oh.

What do you mean, "oh?"

Just that you're a very
attractive and lovely girl

for such an important job.

It doesn't make any difference
what a buyer looks like.

It helps.

Mr. Fontaine, I have
no intention

of replacing Irene
in anything except business.

Nobody asked you.

Well, I've never been
to Paris before

but I've certainly heard
a great deal about it.

Oh, I see. I see.
Paris, the den of all evil.

Well, it's true, isn't it?
Everybody thinks so.

Not everybody, you do.
Miss Scott.

There is no safer city
in the world than Paris.

If you want it that way.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but the wild Paris by night

'died fifty years ago
with the can-can.'

It's just one big cliche,
but you can have it.

You can have it,
there are specialists

who cater to such tastes.

And something tells me that
this is what you really want.

- Is this a new approach?
- No, it's the truth, I think.

Any other man in your
position would apologize.

I've done nothing
to apologize for.

I'll tell you what. I'll make it
very simple for you.

Since I'm so dangerous
to you, Miss Scott

you won't have
to be frightened by me again..

...ever, goodnight.

Uh, I hope you'll feel safer
with Georges.

Oh, Monsieur Fontaine, we've
been searching everywhere.

We didn't miss
a single cafe.

Perhaps, it wasn't necessary.

Now, don't get carried away.
You better double lock the door.

Otherwise, she'll spend
the entire night

looking under the bed.

Irene, my dear, I realize
you're on your honeymoon.

But you're not a pair
of love-starved adolescents.

Listen to this.
It's from Fontaine.

"Fashion is a business for
professionals, not children.

"Feel another buyer
advisable immediately

if we are to continue
our relationship."

How do I know what happened?

We sent over
an inexperienced girl

whose only qualification
was a good figure.

Nice of you to fit the store
into your day.

It's 9:02,
what's the matter?

'Irene, you gave me
your solemn word of honor'

'that as soon
as any trouble started'

you'd fly
to Paris immediately.

Why should Arthur object?
Let me speak to him.

Dad, we don't need Irene.

Of course not. We'll just let
that redhead you recommended

run us out of business.

Hello, Arthur, old man. Pleasure
to speak to a businessman.

How's the honeymoon coming?

Fine. Well, sir, we've got
a little bit of crisis

in the store here, and we want
to borrow your wife

for a few days, perhaps a week.

I realize this is a bit of an
inconvenience, but I'm sure--

Hello? Hello?

Miss Lacie, get Miss Chase
back on the phone.

If that husband of hers answers,
use another name.

- Dad, let me go to Paris.
- Absolutely not.

Dad, please.

When did your affair
with this Scott girl start?

There's no affair.

In less than 24 hours,
this child has destroyed

all of Irene's
back-breaking work.

Son, do you realize your mother
and I have never pried

into your personal life?

Not even when you were thrown
out of Rutgers.

Dad, you got the wrong idea
about Maggie.

She's a wonderful girl.
She's got character.

Since when did you get
interested in character?

Dad, will you please let me go
to Paris?

I don't know what upset Fontaine

but I'll straighten it out
in a few days.

- To pick up where you left off?
- We haven't started.

Yes?

'Mr. Barclay,
I can't reach Miss Chase.

'She's out on the golf course
with her husband.'

On her honeymoon?

'I think they've known
each other for a long time.'

- 'I'll keep on calling.'
- Never mind.

Alright, make your
plane reservation.

Thanks.

'Tell me something.'

If this girl is as respectable
as you say

why are you interested
in her?

I wish I were just interested.

There's a lot more than that.

'Wallace Norton Taylor.'

'Delacourt, Vogue.'

'Matthews, Neiman Marcus.'

'Scott, Barclay Ames.'

'Phillip, Glamour.'

Mademoiselle, one minute please.

I showed you my invitation.
It's perfectly good.

It is indeed. For the Balenciaga
showing tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Mademoiselle.

I can't imagine
what could've happened.

I must have left it
at the apartment.

Too many people forget their
invitations in their apartment.

That is why we have to be
so careful. Please.

Phillips, Glamour.

- Livingstone, Arlene's.
- Harkness, Magnum.

I insist on seeing
Monsieur Fontaine personally.

I'm the buyer for Barclay Ames.

Mr. Fontaine is never available
during his showing.

Mademoiselle, I've been
very patient.

You are blocking the way.

- Slate, Associated Press.
- Freeman, Odine's.

Henderson, Harper's Bazaar.

Hello, Leo.

- Hello, Leo.
- Hello.

'Blue moon, a shimmering evening
gown of ice blue chiffon..'

'Oh!'

Hey no, no, no. I'm not a model.
I don't even work here.

How did you get in?
No one's permitted.

I'm not bothering anybody,
really. I'm passing through.

- 'Guards!'
- No, no, no, please don't.

What's going on?
What is all this?

Let go of me.

You again? What are
you doing here?

I'm not doing anything.
Everybody's undressing me.

Everybody is always
undressing you, Miss Scott?

It will never happen
again, Monsieur Marc.

Let go of me, I'd like
to put my clothes on first.

Keep things moving.
I'll take care of the, uh

striptease artist.
This way.

What? Where are you taking me?

I'd like to remain
in business one more season.

'You can shout as much
as you want up there.'

'It's soundproof fortunately.
Come on.'

There's a mirror
in here if you need it.

Thank you.

Are you out to destroy all
the designers in Paris?

Or is this something
you reserve especially for me?

'It's your fault.
Tearing up my invitation'

'just because your feelings
were hurt.'

My feelings weren't hurt.
I just don't want to be accused

of something I didn't have
in mind, that's all.

'Any girl would have reacted the
same way the way things looked.'

No. Only children are concerned
with the way things look.

I made that very clear
to Barclay Ames.

You spoke to them?

No, I sent a cable. I felt
the job called for someone

a little more mature
and a lot less hysterical.

You did this just because I
insulted you in the bedroom?

Well, the bedroom is
an excellent place

to judge anybody's behavior.

But I'm sure the store will
find something else for you.

'Modeling for instance.'

You don't need to show me out.

I promise you there won't be
any more noise.

When I look back at my first big
chance in Paris

I'll always remember
how kind you were.

Miss Scott, listen to me. Come.

Now, you're going to sit on this
little stool like a good girl.

There.

Do you have a program?

You have to get inside
this salon to get a program.

Alright.

There you are.
And there you are.

'Susan Avalon..'

'three piece ski suit, a golden
yellow stretched jersey.'

'The finger-tip jacket is lined
with silver gray Persian lamb.'

'The hooded sweater
and the tiny cropped boots'

'are also Persian lamb.'

Don't stare, write.

You're a buyer, now.

'Boulevardier.'

'A walking costume,
a double-faced wool'

'in camel and pearl white

with matching gauges
and a gleaming..'

- 'Isn't it lovely?'
- Don't buy it.

It's only
for the fashion magazines.

It'll photograph beautifully,
but it won't sell.

'Invitation in black.'

'A dinner dress in gleaming
black silk jersey.'

'Asymmetrical neckline is caught
in a huge diamond roll.'

'Monsieur Fontaine called this
his table-top dress.'

Now, you buy that one. This will
pay the mortgage on your store.

I don't think I like it
in anything but black.

Good. The average buyer
will be foolish enough

to order it in color.

They give women credit for very
little taste. You want to drink?

I am drunk enough
as it is without anything.

'Mandarin qipao.'

'Dramatic, oriental
evening coat.

A gold and silk brocade'

'lined with delicate
violet satin.'

'The evening gown
of tangerine silk chiffon'

'is formed
with tiny crystal beads..'

I love that, I'd love
to buy it for myself.

No, no, it isn't simple
enough for you.

You buy it for the women
who need help.

Thank you.

See, I believe the women enters
the room first. Then, the gown.

Most designers would like
to forget the women.

Excuse me.

Hello, yes?

Oh, Denise?

'When did you get back
from vacation?'

'Why, that's marvelous.'

'Now, at what time will you
be finished at the studio?'

Good, I will take you
to dinner to the Grand Chateau

then Chalet Bondi

'and of course new Jimi's.
The usual round.

'Good, pick you up
at eight.'

You are writing,
but you're not looking. Come on.

I've just made a
few note through my--

Concentrate on the showing.

'Roses red, roses white.'

'The opera coat of brilliant
deeply plied wool'

'covers the white silk jersey '

'beautifully draped
evening gown.'

'Each tier of the gown
is enhanced with tiny crystals.'

- Very proud of that gown.
- Who's Denise?

Oh, Denise Marton, you've seen
her in French films, I'm sure.

'Curtain call.'

'An after five suit of gold
and pink brocade.'

The deeply curved
neckline is bordered'

'with a heavily
jeweled treatment.'

'The cuffs, the hemline, and the
charming little cap are also..'

Do you think you're being fair
to Irene with Denise?

Fair? Irene is married
to a banker named Arthur.

Yes, I think I'm being very
fair. Now, don't miss anything.

Be right back.

'Swirling amethyst.'

'300 yards of pleated Blankenese
silk chiffon.'

The cut of the skirt makes
it perfect for dancing.

New Jimi's.

'Money honey.
Fabulous evening costume.'

'The cape coat made entirely
of matched sables'

'on jeweled golden chiffon.'

The evening trousers are
completely jeweled on chiffon

'and banded withsables. '

Danger Darling is theater
or dinner costume.

A beautifully tailored three-
quarter trench coat entirely--

It's...wild.

'Don't buy anything
that's wild.'

It will stare at you from
the racks for years to come.

Then you will hate me,
and we wouldn't want that.

...wedding dress,
of satin five.

Shapely bodies of re-embroided
lace is jeweled

with sea-pearls and crystals.

That's the loveliest wedding
gown I've ever seen.

Women are always moved
by wedding gowns.

That's the designer's
one advantage.

Now, let's see what you bought.

Very shrewd girl. As good
as Irene, better perhaps.

Irene was always so clever,
I couldn't resist

sticking her with a few
bad ones once in a while.

Now, have we made peace
with each other?

- Yes.
- Good.

Hello down there,
you were marvelous.

'We never had a better showing.
You were beautiful, all of you.'

'Not one single slip up '

'I'm very grateful.
And, Elise, a special kiss.'

'Marc, Marc,
that was marvelous.'

No, I'm afraid I can't
help you. I am all tied up.

No, I am at least three
or four days behind.

But you were supposed to take
care of me and show me Paris.

Well, I know I promised, but..

I haven't been to any of
the exciting places like-like

Le Grand Chateau or Chalet Bondi
or New Jimi's.

Well, look, some other time.

Right now, I am swamped.

Maybe days before I come up
for air.

Now, you don't really
believe all those things

you said about me
in the cab, hmm?

Well, of course I do.
Of course, it's just..

Well, you see,
I can feel people.

Well, are you just going
to talk about me or..

...are you interested
in some action?

Well, of course,
if it's an emergency

that's different, chief.
Yeah, yeah, chief, yeah.

Well, have I ever let you down?
No. I-I'll be there in no time.

Right, chief.

You are not leaving.

Ah, De Gaulle just called
another press conference.

General De Gaulle has not been
up so late since World War II.

There's not to reason why.
The republic comes first.

The republic. One you saw
was blonde or a brunette?

Oh, well now, Evon,
how can you distrust me?

I'll call you the first
chance I get, huh?

Oh, uh, would you
do me a favor?

On your way home, would you file
this copy at the paper for me?

Angel.

Oh, it looks just marvelous.

I...I have a nice little
inn, just outside of Paris.

Beautiful, romantic, quiet,
they don't even have a register.

The proprietor treats everyone
just like honeymooners.

Why don't you uh,
skip a few courses?

But it's still so early
and I'm not really very

much fun when I'm hungry.

Eat, eat.

Honestly, we could go some place
we'd get to know each other.

Be patient, we will later.

I can't even tell
what you look like.

This place
is ridiculous.

A guy'd come with a girl
and leave with a waiter.

I think it's the atmosphere,
it does things to me.

- Hmm?
- Aha.

I don't understand one thing,
I'm supposed to be

showing you Paris, and so far,
you've been dragging me around.

How'd you find out
about these places?

Everybody's talking
about this club.

Who?

People.

Why, you're right about these
places, isn't that calm anymore.

Even the tourists think
they are square.

It's interesting to me.

You know, it looks that way,
because you can't see anything.

Look, why don't we get
out of this sewer?

By tomorrow morning,
we could be in paradise.

Nothing but the sun,
sky, two of us.

Now, everybody do a pussycat.

Meaowww!

Oh, no, no.
Come on, come on.

Oh, please,
but I love it.

Let's go some quiet, intimate
little place we can be alone.

Even if it's just
a phone booth.

There's no
place to sit down.

If you tip that man over there,
then he will give us a table.

Tip? This is my town, they know
me here. Captain, captain.

'Captain.'

I'll go pay him.

Eh, Captain, I wanted you to
find me a nice, quiet table.

Not too near the noise.

Captain? Captain?

C-captain,
quiet place, captain.

Alright, satisfied.
We got the table, let's go.

Please, just one dance,
come on.

Oh, no. You're not gonna
get me up there.

I don't want to be
permanently disabled. I..

What have you got, some
kind of a death wish?

Come on, you're in hip.

I've been called many things
in my time but never that.

Loved it, loved it,
I'll get your coat.

Animals.

Was that something you picked
up in fashion school?

I was having such
a good time.

A date is for two people
to have a good time.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

- Well, look who's here.
- Who?

Denise Marton. Excuse me.

Is this an item
or announcement?

It is merely
an old friendship.

Of course, that's what
Elise and Dick told me.

If you could be honest with me,
I hate to spread rumors--

I think you are being very
rude with the young lady.

Well, the young lady hasn't
exactly been a barrel of laugh.

I still think
she shouldn't be left alone.

Excuse me.

Now that we are alone my dear,
you can speak freely.

I would speak very freely.

Who is the little
red-headed girl?

She's very pretty.

Oh, I'm showing her around,
a friend of mine.

She's pretty, but,
she's not my type.

Oh, I'm so glad
because she's Marc's.

This is Paris as it was,
300 years ago.

No noise, no traffic.

No smoke, just calm.

Peaceful.

The only jarring
note is the car.

I don't mind
the Rolls really.

This is the island of
Saint Louis over there.

To Maggie.

I know you shouldn't drink your
own toast but I can't resist it.

It's all so lovely
and unexpected.

Joseph, Joseph.

You're falling down on
your duties as a host.

Oh, I'm sorry
Monsieur, Mademoiselle.

It is a good thing you
came here tonight.

Tomorrow they will
take the barrels away

and we will have to wait a week
for the boat to bring new ones.

Right, thank you.

Now remember that, when you
come here with someone else.

I don't think I want to come
here with anyone else.

Pardon Monsieur.
PardonMonsieur.

I will have to make my rounds.
You will have to serve yourself.

Good.

Please...leave a little
something for Joseph.

- We won't take advantage.
- Merci. Au revoir.

Oh!

'It's just like
the excursion boats at home.'

In French, we have another
word for them, bato mousse.

Excursion boats.

Marc, please don't
make fun of me.

Only a few years ago,
back in Illinois..

...every night when I went to
bed, I'd pray that someday..

...I'd get a job in
the fashion world.

Maybe even go off as
far away as, New York.

Now look where I am.

* The Starry sky
excursion boats go by *

* And lovers dream the same

* Old dream while dancing

* Breezes sigh a Paris Lullaby

* Along the river Seine

* Or on the coast of Maine

* All those who care can also
share the same as you and I *

* That's right
A Paris lullaby *

* For love is like a carousel
and as it spins around *

* A girl and boy
can reach the moon *

* And never leave the ground

* So how can we dismiss
a setting such as this *

* Oh what a bright
and lovely night *

* This lovely night could be

* If you would only share

* This Paris lullaby with me

I think I've had
a little too much.

Well, it's just a little red
wine it's nothing very dangerous

I guess I'm just not used to it.
I feel so light-headed.

- I don't know what I'm doing.
- But, you do.

And so to prove romance...is
still the vogue in France.

* Before this bright moon happy
night fades out of sight *

* Maggi, Climb on
the carousel *

* And ride around
the moon with me *

- Me?
- Yes.

* And ride around

* the moon with me

- It's nice on the moon.
- Yes.

Do you plan to stay a while?
Visit the other side perhaps.

- What will we find there?
- Each other.

It's a nice change
for a weekend.

A moon is no place for
a man or a woman alone.

- No, thank you.
- Maggi.

It's...back to earth then?

I don't know what ever gave you
the idea that I'd even consider

such a thing with you,
or with anybody else.

Maggi. Maggi. Why did you follow
me around all night then?

- Follow you?
- From cafe to cafe to cafe.

Just happened to
be a coincidence.

Oh, really?

- Are you calling me a liar?
- No. A liar fools other people.

You fool yourself.

Do you know what you
really want, Maggie?

You want...a thrilling
evening of almost.

Yes. Almost romance.
Almost love. Almost sex.

Maggi. I told you
Paris would give you

whatever you were looking
for. You've got it.

And you've put me in
the position of a guide.

Very well. Very well.
I hope I've given you

proper service, Miss Scott.

Now that we've shown you our
best imitation of romance

what would you like to see next?
The Eiffel Tower.

The Arch of Triumph.
Oh, I know. The wax museum.

Sex. Lust. Passion. But not
real-not real, Miss Scott.

Just the way you like it.
Fake. All in one.

George, Mr. Fontaine's things..

Some of them are still in
the room. Pyjamas, bathrobes.

And I don't know what,
please, just get ride of them.

All of it, as you wish.

Oh, it's Monsieur Marc.

George, I don't
want to speak to..

- No.
- It's Ted.

That's a fine greeting. Nice
of you to remember my name.

I'm sorry.
What are you doing in Paris?

- First things first.
- Oh.

I've never kissed you
in the morning before.

Oh, come on now.
What are you doing in Paris?

It's a rescue operation.

I came to pull you out
of hot water with, Fontaine.

Well, there's nothing wrong,
really not in business.

Maggie, I read the cable.

It's the closest I've ever come
to a poisoned pen letter.

Well, we settled
everything yesterday.

I'm sure he sent
a cable by now.

You mean, I flew all the way
over here for nothing?

Hmm, if that's the way
you feel about it.

'You know what,
showing or no showing'

'you're going
to take the day off.'

We'll do all the things
tourists and we'll enjoy.

I'll just shave and clean up
here so we can start right away.

'You're going to see Paris with
America's greatest guy.'

'I'll show you the right bank
and the left bank.'

Oh, I feel awfully guilty
taking the day off.

After the way you took
care of Fontaine

it's the least
the store can do.

You're lucky you didn't
ask for a bonus.

I'll bet Irene couldn't
have handled him.

Wouldn't you be more comfortable
cleaning up at the hotel?

Maggie, it's the company
apartment. I've lived here.

'It's a home
away from home.'

I won't be any
time at all.

You still haven't told me how

that trouble with
Fontaine started.

What happened? Did he get up
outta the wrong side of the bed?

Something like that.

- I'm sorry, but there was no--
- Never mind.

Hey, not gonna
miss my shaving.

It's a new
experience for me.

That's the trouble
with modern marriages.

People don't know enough
intimate details

'about each other.'

Sometimes it's
better not to know.

I'll bet you had
a fine time with Fontaine.

I know how these
dress designers are.

Marc isn't the usual
dress designer.

Maggie, you're wonderful.

The guy almost cost you your job
and you're willing to forgive

and forget just like that.

You have a very
unusual wardrobe.

The clothes were in
the apartment when I arrived.

I'm sure Irene looked
lovely in 'em.

And I admire the way she
uses an old fashion razor

instead of one of
those electric things.

Ted, Irene and Marc were very
close friends for years.

Of course.
And I suppose she sneaked out

with Fontaine
last night too, huh?

- No, I did.
- To discuss fashions.

To find out how high this
years skirts would go?

Herb practically gave me a road
map and I wouldn't listen.

Ted, I was attracted to
Fontaine but nothing happened.

Did you get cold feet?

No, I wasn't sure I didn't
like somebody else better.

- That's touching.
- It's true.

Flowers for Miss Scott.

We'll mail you the tip.

As the chump who sends
you to Paris

I'm sure you won't mind
my reading the card.

"I'm sorry if I shocked you
last night, fondly, Marc.

"Do not worry about
the Rolls Royce.

"It's yours as long
as you need it."

'For a guy who dint score,
he certainly is generous.'

Maggie Scott's house
of fun and games.

'Oh, Monsieur Fontaine?'

The coast is clear.

'Maggi. Maggi who's there?'

Marc, I've gotta see you.
Dinner, fine.

No, I haven't changed my mind
about anything. I need help.

'Ivon, it's for a good
friend of mine.'

Oh, come on.
All girls have buddies.

Hmm?

Five foot eight.
Works for NATO, name's Renee.

Dark and willowy. Capable of
saying yes in five languages.

- Too tall.
- No...no doesn't spark him.

Can you come up with
somebody a little less uh..

...less intellectual you know?

Yeah, Paulette. Paulette,
hostess for Air France.

Aha.

Held prisoner by Algerians
for three months.

After the armistice.

- Blonde, 5'2.
- Too short.

No, no, it still doesn't do it.
You wanna wa..

Well, you see he-he's
very depressed.

You gotta come up with something
special, something like..

...oh now. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
follie brajeu.

Follie brajeu, front row, aha.
Monique. Absolute standout.

- Measurements? 42-24-31.
- Too scrawny.

Too...right, Ivon.
I better call you back.

No, no, no, I'll call you
back my friend's having

trouble making decisions.
Yeah, I-I'll call you back.

Oh, you I-I-I don't
understand you.

First, I offer you the cream of
my address book one of the most

valuable treasures in France
and you can't find

anything that interests you,
then, Ivon, comes up with all

this fresh new talent and you
can't find the right size.

- Herb, sit down.
- No, way..

Come on, sit down.

Have a drink.

How many girls would you say,
I've gone out with?

I've never stooped
to the vice of keeping score.

Thirteen hundred
and thirty eight.

Give a girl, take a girl,
that's the round figure.

How can a guy with a record like
that be fooled by one red head?

Ted, my boy, you're not alone.
You're just one of the many

hapless victims.
There's a new double standard.

Any American girl today has two
completely different sets

of morals when she's..

Could you bring your
eyes into focus?

It'll give me the feeling
I'm getting through.

Back in the States, a girl...
like Maggi, watches every step

but she has her mind on just
one thing, a wedding ring.

Well, in Paris, she has no
chance of getting married

so she lets her hair down.

She does all the things she's
always wanted to do.

Plus, a few things that uh,
she never thought of.

Is that clear?

Not Maggi. When she hit me
with a vase she meant nil.

Oh, no, that's a trap. No
tha-that's just window dressing.

Be grateful that you
made a hair breath escape.

Fortunately, you've got somebody
to look out for your interests.

Yeah, Ivon. Yeah well,
he's feeling much better.

'We just had a nice quiet
father and son talk.'

'Yeah. What?'

Well now, that's imaginative.

Simone,
star acrobat for the Lido.

'Beautiful body.'

'No muscles.
Hangs by her teeth.'

Ted Te...where you going?

'Ted, Ivon, hasn't even
scratched the surface yet.'

'I just asked her for more
refined friends, Ted.'

Ivon, forget the acrobat. Yeah,
it's only the two of us tonight.

My friend just left
with, Hagen Haig.

Maggi. Maggi, what am I
going to do with you?

I'd never had gone out
to dinner with you

if I knew you were going
to be unreasonable.

All I asked, was
one little favor.

'If you wanted me to explain
things to a girlfriend of yours'

I'd be only too happy to do it.

I guess it, because women are
more honest and direct.

There's no question about that.

Now don't bother to make
yourself a drink.

If your not gonna be helpful.
I'd rather figure it out myself.

Alright. Alright.

You want me to speak to
Ted Barclay, I'll speak to him.

- You're an angel.
- I'll call him now.

I'll put it to him
right on the line.

I'll tell him it is ridiculous
that you would show any

interest in any other man.
Hmm. What's his number?

No, not on
the telephone.

It'd sound funny like
I asked you to do it.

Yeah, that's right.
That's right.

Now let me think.

What about inviting him
tomorrow night for drinks?

We'll talk it out.
Man to man.

I'll explain that you're
a girl who can be trusted.

No matter, how bad
things look.

No, that's
no good either.

Then I won't know what
you're saying about me.

Maggi, I-I want to help.
I'm your friend.

I know.

Now, what would you say
to dinner tomorrow night?

The three of us.

I'll assure him it was
the most harmless interlude.

Just a glass of wine
on the river bank.

An excursion boat in
the distance, moonlight, music.

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

It still doesn't
sound right.

Maggi. Maggi, may I
point out to you that

your not being
very logical.

I don't feel
very logical.

Let me ask you as a friend.
Only as a friend.

Would it be perhaps, because you
got involved...with another man.

Unconsciously.

I don't know.

Then we've got a problem.
You must know.

You must be sure.

Things like that cannot
be approached emotionally.

Of course not.

We must be objective
and completely removed.

Have I been helpful?
No, no, tell me what you think.

I don't know.

Before I came to Paris
I was sure of everything.

And right now,
I'm so confused I..

I couldn't even buy
a pair of gloves without help.

Marc, I gotta have time
to think things over.

All women should have more
than two sets of morals.

They should have
global morals

and then everybody
can have a good time.

Ted, Ted, what are
you doing here?

An American, is just as
continental as a European.

Only it's a different continent.

- 'Maggi.'
- I'll be right there.

Ted, you're crazy.

I thought you'd gone.

I didn't want to leave you
without saying goodnight.

Goodnight.

Maggi's world is upside
down I like that.

The best thing that could
ever happen to you.

- Is it?
- I'm positive.

Feel free to call on me
anytime, as a friend.

Thank you.

What's that?

Cecile, was doing the bedroom
she must have dropped something.

See you later.

This bed is not safe
for one person.

It was designed for
the buddy system.

Monsieur Fontaine,
what was that noise?

Is Mademoiselle alright?

- Maggi, who's in there?
- Stop it.

You don't have to
play games anymore.

Nobody gets married in Paris.
We can be ourselves.

- 'Who's in there? Maggi.'
- It's just Cecile.

Maggi.

You won't be
needing us, Monsieur?

You won't be
needing us, Monsieur?
No, ah, thank you George.
Ah, goodnight, Cecile.

No, ah, thank you George.
Ah, goodnight, Cecile.

Maggie, you need help?

She doesn't need anymore
help from you, my friend.

She's had enough French lessons
for one evening.

Ah, you're lucky the pajamas
fit perfectly.

Yeah, they're rather
comfortable actually.

They're the uniform
around here, aren't they?

No wonder you were confused.

The confusion could easily
solved with a traffic signal.

Marc, believe me, I did not
know he was in there.

Monsieur Fontaine doesn't
realize you're really a swinger

with a talent for moon hunting.

- Ted!
- Now, why don't you run along?

As far as I'm concerned,
you're on overtime.

'Ted, Marc, please'

- Oh, boy.
- Stop it.

Marc!

'Marc, please.'

'No.'

'Will you stop it, both of you.'

I'm sorry.

Oh, boy.

Operator, give me Western Union.

Hello, yes, I'd like
to send a cablegram.

To Mr. Roger Barclay.

Barclay Ames, 5th Avenue,
New York City.

The message..

Resigning from Paris
buying assignment.

I'm not the right girl
for the job.

I'm not the right girl
for the job.

Yes.

And sign it Maggie Scott.
Thank you.

Oh-oh, oh, ah-a,
Mademoiselle Maggie..

- Irene.
- Oh, Madame Irene.

Madame, it is
so good to see you.

Oh, you poor darlings.

It must've been absolutely
horrifying for you

looking after
that unstable girl.

No, Miss. Scott,
is very nice, really.

Oh, now, now, now, merci, meri.

Now, you know how I hate
talking behind peoples backs.

But I must know every
last little detail.

When did Maggie first start
going off the deep end?

What is all this?

I love flowers
but this is ridiculous.

They're for Mademoiselle Maggie

from Monsieur Marc
and Monsieur Ted.

Both? Well..

"I'll crawl through Paris
on my hands

"and knees if only
you'll forgive me, Ted."

"Last night was not worth
a moments unhappiness, Marc."

Oh, very, very touching.

Well, they've both
been calling all day

but she will not speak
to either of them.

I might've known.

Behind every business problem,
there's usually another problem.

- Maggie.
- 'Oh, Miss. Scott is not here.'

'She went out a few hours ago.'

- Where?
- She didn't tell us.

She was very depressed.

Oh, I-I'll get it.

Hello.

Oh, Marc.
No, this isn't Maggie.

This is Irene.

Irene who?

Irene Chase Marick, that's who.

Oh, I know it's been
such a long time.

I couldn't possibly
expect you to remember my name.

No, Maggie isn't here.

But, ah, sh-she-she's
expected a-at any moment.

Yes, of course,
come right on over.

It'll be just like old times.

Monsieur Barclay's
at the George Sank?

Yes.

It's time things were handled
by a real woman.

Keep it.

Well, good evening.

- Oh, we are still at war?
- Aren't we?

Um, as you wish.

Oh, how sweet,
you both arrived together.

Oh, I knew you'd patch
things up.

We did not arrive together,
where's Maggie?

Hello, darling.

Wha-well, what ever little
problems you've had with Maggie

can all be straighten out after.

But the important thing is
to keep the goodwill

between Fontaine Limited
and Barclay Ames Incorporated.

Ah, we're not interested
in that, darling.

Where is Maggie?
On the terrace?

Oh, what kind of a welcome
do you call this?

I come 6000 miles.
I interrupt my own honeymoon.

Arthur won't speak to me
because I left him

in the middle of
the golf tournament.

Now, where is she?

And nobody even knows I'm here.

Irene. Irene, you told me on the
phone that Maggie would be here.

Well, th-that wasn't
exactly the truth.

I thought it might help
if we all

had a little heart
to heart talk.

Where is she?

I haven't the faintest idea and
I refuse to worry for one moment

about that silly,
irresponsible girl.

- If anything happened to her--
- You're responsible for it.

With that ridiculous
charade you put on

in the bed room last night.

Never in my life have known--

Irene, Irene, Will you please
do me one favor?

Keep quite, um? Thank you.

- Ah, Georges? Georges?
- Yes.

Do you have any idea where
Mademoiselle Scott went?

Ah, no, sir. She just made
a phone call and went out.

Phone call to whom? To whom?

I-I don't know.

Normally, I listen but I was
busy in the pantry.

She doesn't know anybody
in Paris except..

- Except me.
- Oh, no.

Who? You'll have to speak
louder. Who, Monsieur Stone?

But, he left.

This is delicious,
tastes just like licorice.

Oh, it's better than liquorices.
Has more vitamins.

It's absinthe.

Waiter,two more
of the same.

And give this to the bartender
for special services.

You know I'm glad.

I'm really glad I didn't
take the plane right away.

- I'm glad I called you instead.
- Yeah, well it was inevitable.

Like, ah, two salmon
heading up stream.

Either ways my whole trip
to Paris

would've been
absolutely nothing.

No fun, nothing to take home
in my memory book

except blank pages.

Oh, well, we'll fill
it with small print.

The trouble with you is,
you've been running around

with too many squares.

Oh, that's what they are.
Marc and Ted, both.

Just because they..

I kept tripping over one
and another in my apartment

they think I'm a swinger.

Hey, you don't have
to put on an act for me.

I had you figured out from
the beginning, remember?

* You gotta see your
mama every night *

* Or you can't see
your mama at all *

* You gotta kiss your mama
treat her right *

* She won't be home
when you call.. *

Oh, hi, Mr.Barclay.
How are you?

No, Mr. Stone hasn't
been around here

for the last couple of weeks.

Sure, I'll give you
a ring if I see him.

* Every night, you can't
see your mama at all *

* You gotta kiss your mama

Thanks, Barnie.

* She won't be home
when you call *

* Now I don't want
that kinda man *

* That works on
the installment plan *

- Excuse me, Maggie.
- Oh, this is fantastic.

I never would've seen the real
Paris if it weren't for you.

Yeah, well, I hate
to disappoint you

but this joint's loaded
with Americans.

I never would've seen
the real Americans in Paris

if it weren't for you.

Um, can I have
some more liquorice?

Why don't you taper off? You
don't have to set any records.

Oh, I'm gonna set
all kinds of record.

Eh, Barnie, two more
of the same.

I'm having such a wonderful
time. You're very sweet.

Hm, well, I haven't even
turned it on yet.

Are you trying to seduce me?

Ah, What, what ever
gave you that idea?

Because I don't want you to,
I wanna seduce you.

If a girl is wild,
she's gotta work it.

Yeah, putty in your hands.

* You gotta see
your mama every night *

* Or you can't see mama at all

* Or you can't see mama at all

* You gotta kiss your mama
treat her right *

* Or she won't be home
when you call *

* Well if you want my company

* You can't empty hustle me

* You gotta see
your mama every night *

* Or you can't see
your mama at all *

* Oh yes you can't see
your mama at all *

* No you can't see
your big fat mama at all *

Do you have anymore places?

Yeah, you might try the Qui
D'Amore, he could be there

if the police haven't closed it.

You can then try
Herb's apartment again.

Have you a Mr. Stone, there?

He's a newspaper man
with The Herald.

Yes, he's an American.
Oh, no Americans at all.

Thank you.

I can understand Ted
acting like a school boy.

- But you, Marc?
- That's right.

That's right, exactly.

A school boy.

That's the way
I feel about Maggie.

She disappears for five hours.

I'm a school boy.
That's a wonderful feeling.

And where was that
wonderful feeling

when I was stuck on
a ski-lift for 12 hours?

I concealed my worry, darling.
So that you wouldn't be upset.

'Hey, hello.
Is Mr. Stone, there?'

'Mr. Herb Stone.'

Mark, that boy in the living
room is serious.

I don't think you are.
Why don't you bow out?

Irene, I appreciate good advice
but I make my own decisions.

- 'Hello? Hello?'
- 'Hello, yes..'

'Have you a Mr. Stone, there?'

Is this the Nice Cheval?
I say, is this the Nice Cheval?

Hello, you have to speak louder.

No, there's no Mr. Stone here.
We've never heard of him.

Are you sure you don't wanna
change your mind?

Oh, no..

Aw, it's ideal for my purposes.

Oh, the perfect
bachelor apartment.

Bar...not too far away
from the couch.

Ah-ha, it is so convenient.

I have the perfect view
of Paris.

If the whiskey doesn't get you,
the scenery will.

Oh-h..

The bedroom?

Oh, that's the bedroom.

Oh, no wasted time
in travelling.

Oo-o-oh..

Oh, and it's so practical.

A girl can put on her make-up
in almost any angle.

You made this so easy for me,
Mr. Stone.

Yeah, well, it's just
a simple bachelor pad.

- Yeah, but, come on, Mag.
- Oh, no! No!

It's the result of years
of planning and research.

Oo-o-oh..

Mm..

Aren't you going
to fix us a drink, hm?

Why don't we try coffee
for a change?

Mm-mm...I wanna make sure
that you're properly receptive.

- More..
- No, Mag.

Gimme more.

More..

Thank you.

Don't be afraid.

You'll be gentle with me?

I promise.

Mm-mm-m..

It's fun when you don't have
to be a nice girl.

Uh-huh..

It's no use.
It's no use.

I can't make it either way.

Maggie Scott, I'm gonna
take you home.

Tomorrow, we're gonna sell
girl scout cookies together

all over Paris.

Come on.
Come on.

Thank you.

Might as well wait here.
Herb's gotta come home sometime.

We maybe too late.

Where's Maggie?

Now, calm yourselves.
She's in the bedroom.

'You may find this
hard to believe.'

But I've been capable
of the highest nobility.

Ooh-ooh.

Hello?

Hello, Georges?

- This is Mademoiselle Maggie.
- 'This not Gorges, it's Irene.'

- Who?
- 'Maggie, this is Irene.'

Did I dial The United States?

Don't be ridiculous.
I'm in Paris.

'Where are you?'

Oo-oh, Irene, please keep
your voice down. It hurts.

That's why I called.
I don't know where I am.

W-well, w-what sort of a place
do you think you're in?

- It's a bedroom.
- 'Maggie, this is shocking.'

I may not have always led
the most moral of lives

but I always knew what
bedroom I woke up in.

Irene, Irene just hang on
to the phone.

If you don't hear
from me in five minutes

I'm at Elize, 9-0-5-1.

'Uh, the continental breakfast
goes with the room.'

No, thank you.
I...don't feel up to anything.

Drink a little of this. It'll
make your head less horrid.

Don't have to be kind. You were
right about me. All of you.

Maggie, don't be so unhappy.
Nothing happened.

So glad that you're all so sure.

Even I'm sure.

Herb told us how you managed
to fight him off last night.

You're very sweet, Herb.

Maggie, I-I don't know
how to begin to apologize.

I-I never should've
sent you to Paris.

I shouldn't have lost my temper.
I shouldn't have gotten drunk.

You've to be in love to behave
as foolishly as I did.

Maggie, I love you.
Come back to The States with me.

Marry me.

What more could a girl want?

A husband who'd turn green every
time a man tips his hat to me.

Or maybe take a punch
at him, if he smiles.

Promise, I'll try not to.

'You'll try?'

Well, I promise, never green
with me, Maggie

but red, yellow, blue, orange.
All the colors of life, Maggie.

Maggie, we can take a boat from
Paris and go down to the south

of France, from the narrow
canals, the way no Americans

or no Frenchman has
ever done it before.

'And then I'll take you to
Pontoise, where I was born.'

This is me, Maggie, me! Where
I come from and where I belong.

I love you, Maggie. I love you.

Whoa, well, what started off as
a simple little family breakfast

has become my column
of the year.

Marc Fontaine, finally takes
that trip down the isle.

Maggie, what I was getting
to was love. Not marriage.

Where I come from,
they usually go together.

Well there is a small bodied
opinion that feels that way.

For instance, my mother
and father--

Oh, yes. The contract.
Signed on the dotted line.

Marc, I believe in marriage.

If love lasts, people will stay
together. If not, they won't.

Or shouldn't. A piece of paper
doesn't make the difference.

- Go ahead, Maggie, hit him.
- Ted.

Isn't that what you do
to guys on the make?

Or does it sound sound different
with the continental charm?

I'm not going to hit anybody.

Okay, Maggie. I get the message.

I'm a square. I lose my temper
and I'm jealous.

All I gotta offer's a station
wagon, a couple of sheep dogs

with hair in their eyes
and maybe a few kids.

Obviously that isn't enough.

He's one of the few friends
I have I like.

Marc, you're a... you're
a brilliant designer.

And a very interesting man.
You're an even better teacher.

You've taught me
what I really want.

If you keep standing there,
you'll lose him.

Go.

If you're ever in
the neighborhood

your room is always ready.

With a matron in attendance,
of course.

'Ted, Ted..'

Ted!

- Ted! Ted, please..
- What's the matter?

Did you got tired of that French
drugstore cowboy approach?

Ted, listen to me. Ted, I love
Paris but, I wanna be with you.

Aren't you afraid I'm gonna
take a poke at him?

Go ahead.
And I love you.

Aw, Ted!

If you knew how tough it was
to find sheepdogs in Paris..

Oh, no.

* Love is made
in Paris every night *

* Rain or shine, go get yours
I've got mine *

* Find you dream

* Find your love

* I've got mine

* Go get yours... *