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♪ Gidget, Gidget ♪

♪ When you go to Rome ♪

♪ You'll never be the same ♪

♪ And neither will your name ♪

♪ They'll call you Gegetta ♪

♪ Gegetta The conqueror of Rome ♪

♪ We bow to you ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta Call Italy your own ♪

♪ We beg of you ♪

♪ It's been said ♪

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

♪ But instead ♪

♪ The Latin daughters Want to be as unforgettable ♪

♪ And bellissima And "gegettable" ♪

♪ As you know who ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta Make Italy your home ♪

♪ And before we're through ♪

♪ As sure As I'm looking at you ♪

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

♪ After you ♪

♪ Oh, it's been said ♪

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

♪ But instead ♪

♪ The Latin daughters Want to be as unforgettable ♪

♪ And bellissima And "gegettable" ♪

♪ As you know who ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta Make Italy your home ♪

♪ And before we're through ♪

♪ As sure As I am looking at you ♪

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

♪ After you ♪

♪ Or maybe a fountain ♪

♪ Or maybe a city ♪

♪ Or maybe a mountain ♪

♪ Imagine how pretty ♪

♪ Pretty Gegetta The conqueror of Rome ♪

Gidge, would you wear my pin?

Oh, boy, would I?

Hey, you know, it was right here,

right on this very spot that Jeff pinned me.

You know, I don't understand them.

Who?

Well, here I am,

entering college in the fall,

and my poor progenitors

still act as if my relationship with Jeff

was nothing but a teenage infatuation.

What's "progenitors"?

Progenitors are your folks.

As if I could so much as glance

at another man...

Except from a purely aesthetic viewpoint, of course.

Yeah, I see what you mean, Gidge.

There's a lot to be said for aesthetics.

There sure is.

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

I told them that it was about time

I got a little culture.

What progress are you making?

Well, I had

a very successful dry run.

First of all, I got Mom and Dad

used to the idea of my taking a trip alone.

Then I sprang New York on them.

As soon as Dad comes out of shock,

I'll hit him with Rome.

Are you two all set?

Well, speaking quite frankly,

it was so easy with mine,

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

if we get a chaperon.

Yeah, that's all mine are bugged about.

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

Almost 3:00.

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

Hey, come on.

Come on, let's go.

I'm terribly sorry,

but I was arranging a trip to Rome.

Oh, get her.

Thanks a lot, Delores. Same time tomorrow.

Okay.

Pay her, pay her.

What's the scoop?

Yeah, Gidge, what'd Jeff say?

"The wheels of the Gods grind slowly,

but they grind exceedingly small."

Come of it, Gidget.

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

But what did they say about us?

The usual question...

What about the other girls?

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

to satisfy their folks.

Oh, squares, huh?

No, just parents of girls,

and who can blame them with characters like you?

Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, what about the Gidge?

She's having trouble convincing her dad,

but I'm not worried about Gidge.

It's that chaperon bit that bugs me.

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

by 3:00 tomorrow afternoon.

Mm-mm.

I've got it!

Let's forget the whole thing,

stay here, and take a summer course.

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

You're beautiful.

Guard.

What's that?

Your queen's in check.

Well, that is not the way

I taught you to play this game.

Thought you had me, didn't you?

Oh, Dad, you're so clever.

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

The...

the old man's decided to give in.

You want a trip to New York

with Lucy and Libby,

you've got it.

Oh, Dad, that's wonderful!

It's marvelous. It's practically perfect.

Practically?

Well, sure,

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

and New York is definitely the next best thing.

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

so I can go out to Idylwild,

and when the plane takes off,

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

and wave good--

I mean, arrivederci Roma to them.

No.

Now, let's finish the chess game.

But what if I helped pay for the trip

with my own money?

Let's finish the game.

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

Impossible.

Checkmate.

Well, I'll be darned.

Then I can go to Rome, huh?

The subject is closed.

Well, then, you're a welsher.

I didn't say you could go to Rome

if you put my king in check.

But you did not say at all.

You said it was impossible.

And that's what I meant, impossible.

Now, Francie, repeat after me.

The subject is closed.

The subject is closed, I guess.

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

Oh.

Well, the subject is...

Closed.

That's better.

Now, once more.

The subject is closed.

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

He again said, "The subject is closed."

Does he make you repeat it after him?

Certainly, he's a father.

Hey, what time is it?

Two minutes to 3:00.

Oops.

Oh, excuse me.

That's for holding the fort, Delores.

It's me, Moondoggie.

We bagged a chaperon, Judge's old aunt.

Perfect.

She's in Paris right now,

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

That's terrific.

Yeah, isn't that great?

Ask her.

Listen...

Judge and Clay want to know

what Libby and Lucy are really like.

Didn't you get the picture?

Yeah, sure, I got the picture,

but what does it prove?

Well, I'll tell you, Moondoggie.

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

Is that all?

I've missed you so much, Moondoggie.

Yeah, I've missed you too, Gidge.

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

How about your dad?

Beneath a Roman moon?

No, I mean, are you sure

he's going to let you go?

Well, sure I'm sure.

My happiness is very important to my father.

Gidget, your happiness means a great deal

to your mother and me,

so we've been giving this project

some further consideration.

What project is that, Daddy?

This trip to Rome.

Oh.

Oh, well, I thought that subject was closed.

Well, yes, but as you say,

these tours are closely supervised,

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

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

it's more my mind.

Your mind?

Yes, well,

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

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

to try to...

understand the problems of our neighbors across the sea.

Well, you might join the Peace Corps

and let Washington finance you.

Well, I've thought of that, Dad,

but you have to have a college degree.

and since this tour to Rome's

already been arranged--

Oh? This one?

Well, no, not exactly, but practically the same

with a lovely, sweet, little old lady

who's going to be our chaperon,

and who's going to handle everything.

Why, it's actually better than that tour.

Everybody's so en rapport and stuff.

What do you mean, "en rapport"?

Oh, Mother, you know what that means.

It means "congenial".

Oh, I know what "en rapport" means,

and I know what "congenial" means...

But we haven't the faintest idea

of what you mean.

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

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

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

so wouldn't you say that was en rapport?

I don't know.

That sounds pretty cozy.

Really, Father, I'm 18 years old.

Oh, Russ,

I'm afraid you're dead.

Well, I guess the time has come.

The time has come for what, Daddy?

To let you fly out of the nest

on your own.

Are you feeling all right, Daddy?

Oh, he means it.

God help me.

Oh, before I forget.

I have something to give you.

It's a $10 gold piece

that your grandpa gave to me for good luck

when I made my first trip alone.

All the way to Indianapolis.

That was a very daring journey for a young girl.

Oh, thank you, Mother.

I'll treasure it

and keep it with me always.

Well, now, we'll go shopping

and get some new clothes.

Oh, thank you, Mother, I love you,

and I'm very proud of both of you.

Clothes--

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

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

I am on my own at last?

Totally and completely on your own.

My dear old friend Paolo,

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

"Italy, 1963".

It brought back vividly and poignantly

the day in 1944

when I was parachuted behind the lines,

and you hauled me out of the tree

and shared your last bottle of Chianti

with me,

and then the months that followed--

the bull sessions,

the talk of life and love,

and the price of eggs...

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

What's the matter? Bad news?

No, only a nuisance,

a letter from my friend Lawrence of America.

His little girl's in Rome,

and he wants me to keep an eye on her.

Well, darling, that's lovely.

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

And then Paolo can learn to speak inglese, huh?

Oh, no, she's with other children,

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

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

or that anyone is looking after her.

Oh...

I won.

All in one piece.

Thank you, darling.

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

I'm not a detective.

But my very talented husband

will find a very clever solution.

Sure, I'll have a brilliant idea.

Uh-huh.

Geget.

Huh?

That's her name.

Oh.

Geget?

Hold it, hold it.

Hey.

Hi.

Do you realize where we are?

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

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

Romulus and Remus, the Appian Way,

Caesar and his legions, the Tiber...

Rosanno Brazzi,

I wonder where he lives.

In Hollywood,

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

Open your eyes.

Look at a new world. Broaden your horizons.

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

Now, look...

Isn't he the perfect Roman?

He might have modeled for Michelangelo.

Did you hear what them Dodgers did yesterday?

Yeah, they murdered the Giants,

but I'm worried about the infield.

Wait till they get to Candlestick Park.

Come on, Gidge.

Buon giorno. Buon giorno, signore.

...Jeff Matthews.

Matthews, Matthews, Matthews...

Non credo, signore.

But don't you have...

Ah, we have a reservation for the signora,

but she didn't say anything about anybody else.

You had to flunk English and pass Italian.

Sir... I'm sure

you don't understand my friend's Italian.

There she is.

You mean, your aunt barks like a dog?

Quiet, darlings.

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

Now, you be good little children.

Hi.

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

I'm your nephew.

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

I had it lifted.

Where have you been?

Well, Alitalia was very rude

to Howard and Ethel,

and would put them down with the luggage,

so naturally,

we took the Rome Express.

Howard and Ethel?

This is Howard and this is Ethel.

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

Well, where are your manners?

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

There, that's better.

Aunt Albertina, you know,

we don't have any reservations at this hotel.

But you should have made them, ducks.

You know what Rome is this time of year?

You were supposed to.

Don't quibble, boy.

You're just like your father,

or...

Is it your mother I'm related to?

Oh...

are these to be my little charges?

Well, yes... I suppose so.

Close your mouths.

This is Libby Bennet.

Hi.

That's Gidget Lawrence... Hello.

Lucy McDougall,

Clay Anderson,

the tall one with the umbrella,

and Jeff Matthews.

How do you do?

Oh, obviously,

you were born years too late.

Gidget?

How do you do, Mrs. Blythe?

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

but she can't fool me.

Judge told us

that you've already hired us an Italian guide.

What would make him say

a thing like that?

Because you said a thing like that.

Well, that was very thoughtful of me,

wasn't it?

Okay, you shall have your guide,

because when it comes to catacombs,

coliseums and forums, and all that jazz,

you're on your own.

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

That was a joke.

Any reference to my age

is a joke.

Well, let's not be hysterical.

Now, Aunt Albertina, about our reservations?

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

Here, you take them.

You mean, without a chair and a whip?

Bite them back.

Ciao.

Welcome back, Signora Blythe.

Your suite is ready.

Thank you,

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

for the ragazze and the ragazzi.

For the benefit of you foreigners,

that means "boys" and "girls."

Isn't Jeff clever?

Oh, he certainly is.

He's taken a big load off my mind.

Without reservations, signora, it's impossible.

You understand,

this is the height of the season.

I know, I know.

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

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

Two doubles with an extra bed in each.

And the Italian guide I wired you about,

what about him?

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

You're repeating yourself, Alberto.

You'll gain the reputation as a bore.

Perhaps my first born?

Perfetto.

Thanks, madam.

Well, you're all set.

The guide goes on duty tomorrow morning.

Is he handsome?

He's Alberto's first born.

Look at Alberto.

Oh, Lucy, we're not here

for the sole purpose

of looking at handsome guides.

But he might have been a model for Michelangelo.

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

Yes, come to the mama, yes.

Here you are. Oh, too bad.

Well, perhaps in some later incarnation, hmm?

Come on, babies.

Come on, dears.

We'll go up to the room now.

I can't wait to get to my room.

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

Jeff, can't we walk around

for a while?

We're in Rome.

Yeah, sure, okay.

I just want to give the concierge our passport.

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

Pinch me.

Moondoggie,

that man over there pinched me.

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

"that monthly changes in her circled orb,

lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

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

Romeo and Juliet were in Verona, Gidget.

Don't be so literal.

It's still Italy.

Listen...

You can hear their voices--

Leonardo, Cellini, the Borgias, Caesar...

Why, who knows?

He might have crossed the Tiber

right at this very spot.

It was the Rubicon he crossed, midget.

Well, he had to cross the Tiber too

if he wanted to go to the beach

with Cleopatra.

Imagine that pair going to the beach?

You know what the trouble is with you?

What?

You're too much.

Am I really, Moondoggie?

Hey, listen, about that Moondoggie bit,

that's great when we're in Malibu,

but now that we're in Rome,

I think you should try to control yourself.

Okay, but it's still okay

when we're alone, isn't it?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, Moondoggie.

I wonder what Romeo called Juliet

when they were out on a date.

I don't know,

but you can be sure it wasn't Gidget.

"My lips, two blushing Pilgrims,

"ready stand... to smooth that rough touch

with a tender kiss."

Ah...

Come on.

Hey, how about this?

Hi.

Isn't this great?

Hey, Gidge, dig this.

Grazie.

Now, children, wait

while I see Alberto about the guide.

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

Just open up your mouth and they'll know.

Wow. Americano.

Hold it, hold it.

Well, you're all set.

Your guide will be here momentarily.

I hope he's handsome.

All Italian men are handsome, ducky.

So I'm off to Fontana's,

where I shall go mad

and order tons of clothes I don't need

and spend a fortune.

You don't have any more room.

Oh, true, true,

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

and at my age, that's important.

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

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

No. That's what I thought.

Well, have fun and don't disgrace me.

Hey, you think maybe that's him?

I hope so.

He's perfect.

Bon gurno.

Ciao.

Buon giorno.

I am Alberto's daughter, Daniela Serrini,

and I am to be your guide.

But we were expecting a man.

But as you can see, I'm not.

Yes.

You know, that's one thing about me.

I can tell a boy from a girl...

like that.

Uh, my name is Jeff Matthews,

and this is Gidget.

This is Lucy.

That's Libby... Hi.

Clay... Hi.

And this is Judge.

I'm glad to meet you.

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

Oh, why don't you tell them?

I am your guida

during your stay in the Eternal City.

Hey, do you know what that means?

Yes, that means "guide".

Are we ready?

Avanti.

Excuse me.

Scusi, scusi.

But I-- but I need guidance.

Moondoggie!

Well, isn't that great?

This is the Trevi fountain,

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

There is a legend that if you make a wish

and then you toss a coin into the fountain,

the wish will come true.

What about your penny, Gidge?

I want my epitaph to read,

"Here lies the only American girl

"who ever came to Rome

without tossing a coin in the fountain."

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

Hey, come on, you clowns.

If we're going to make the Coliseum

before lunch,

we'd better step on it, right?

Right.

The Coliseum is, of course,

one of the most famous of all Roman ruins.

...Built by Vespasian and Titus,

and could seat about 50,000 people.

The podium was occupied by state officials,

the second level, by wealthy or nobles,

and the populace sat above them all.

All right, wait a minute,

that's enough talking.

Let's get some serious picture-taking here.

Yeah, let's get some pictures.

Come on, come on.

Hold it, hold it.

Very good, very good.

They have to help the poor girl,

because she's so... top heavy.

Yes, that's probably

what made her ankles so thick.

Well, she's only doing her job.

Some job.

Get a load of Jeff.

Very good. You're next, Clay.

I know who you look like.

Nero's wife, Poppaea.

Oh, but she was such a wicked woman.

But most beautiful.

I've seen your profile

stamped on some old Roman coins.

Nero, baby,

I'm so bored with those Christian martyrs.

Can't we go somewhere else?

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

and then we'll go.

How beautiful she is.

What a tasty morsel.

Ooh, for me?

No, my emperor, she is mine.

Oh... pity.

Cheese.

Gidget.

Gidget, where have you been?

Oh, fiddling with history.

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

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

And over there is the Forum.

In ancient days,

it was the marshy valley

between the Palatine and Capitoline Hills.

Over there...

are the remains of the Rostra,

built by Caesar and Augustus.

And that is the place where Marc Anthony made

his so classical speech.

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

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

Praise!

"Praise," right.

Get ready for a picture, children.

Thank you.

And it must have been about there--

that Cleopatra was brought to the Forum

when she lived in Rome as Caesar's concubine.

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

This is the Castel Sant'Angelo.

And Benvenuto Cellini

was once imprisoned there

and escaped by knotting bed sheets

into a rope.

Why, Gidget, that's right!

We already have a guide, Gidge.

I don't think even Elizabeth Taylor

could get away with that Italian hairdo.

Wanna bet? Wanna bet?

Oh, so you have cut your hair, signorina.

Oh, you like it?

Ah, si. My daughter will be most flattered

that you so admire Roman styles.

Well, I didn't have it done

to flatter anybody.

But you flatter yourself.

Hi, Jeff. Hi, Gidge.

Come on, we're gonna have a cappuccino.

Hi, Gidget.

Hi, Gidge.

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

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

Three guesses who was lying next to good old Moondoggie.

It was so obvious.

They didn't even notice.

Perhaps they thought it would be impolite

to comment in public.

Impolite? Huh!

You don't know my friends.

Signore Cellini...

a pleasure to see you again.

You too, Alberto.

Um, do you have a young American girl,

Miss Lawrence, registered here?

Ah, she was just here--

No, wait.

First, we must have a small conspiracy.

What's so funny?

My mother's French, my father is Italian,

and I speak English.

Yes, but tell me, do you surf?

Surf? All right then,

when you come to America,

that's something I want to teach you.

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

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

He meant he wanted to teach her how to surf.

Oh, isn't that cute.

Surf. Isn't that touching?

Yeah, it gets you right here.

You see, you have a long board

with--with a fin underneath.

Yeah, a long board with a fin along--

and you paddle it way out

and wait for the swells to build up.

The swells. And then when you've

sensed the wave curling behind you--

Sense the swells. You smells the swells.

He's clever, isn't he?

Ooh, fine boy. You maneuver into the tunnel

and ride her in on top of the world

until she dumps you into the soup.

It sounds very exciting.

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

Gidget, you do that too?

There's nothing to it.

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

Oh, that's not true.

Oh, don't be silly.

No, with your body and, uh,

the way you move,

uh, your coordination,

you'd have everybody looking at you.

She could body surf immediately.

Jeff!

What?

Well, look!

Look at what?

Well, look!

Are you all right, Gidge?

I was trying to get you all

to notice my hair.

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

Oh, you flatter me, Gidget.

That makes you look even younger than you are.

That wasn't the idea!

And you call yourself a college man.

Signorina Lawrence?

Oh!

Have an accident?

No, thanks, I just had one.

Oh. I see.

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

Me?

I don't know one single Roman.

He's from Roma Magazine.

A writer.

A very distinguished writer.

Really?

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

You're a most fortunate young lady.

The magazine wants him to write a story

about an American girl's

first impressions of Rome.

I tell him I have such a girl right here.

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

Oh, I say to him

"Miss Lawrence is intelligent

and simpatica."

Oh, I see.

Is she not perfect?

Perfect? What do you mean--

Perfect.

Miss Gidget Lawrence.

Signore Cellini.

Buona sera, Signorina.

Arrivederci, Signore.

Piacere di conoscere.

Is there something wrong, Miss Lawrence?

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

They do if the lady's married.

That is the custom.

Oh, I see.

Uh, but since the young lady is American,

could we not stretch the custom?

It's my pleasure.

It's a very unusual place--

Hey, hey, hey.

Get a load of that.

Boy, he's handsome enough

to be in the movies.

It wouldn't take much of your time.

You would only have to tell me

what you are doing, where you are going,

the people you meet,

what you think of everything.

Oh, I love everything I see.

The name, Cellini.

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

No.

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

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

And your name is...Geget?

Gidget.

Well, that's what everybody calls me.

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

My real name is Frances.

It's not much better.

Oh, but in Italian, it would be Francesca,

a charming name for a charming young lady.

Francesca...

and your name is...Paolo.

Yes.

Paolo and Francesca.

I mean, it's such a coincidence.

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

You're very well-read, Miss Lawrence,

but only Dante said they went to hell.

I prefer to think of them in heaven.

I like your thinking.

Now, that's what I call continental.

Oh, dry up, will you?

He's old enough to be her father.

So's Cary Grant.

We could start tonight with dinner,

if you would like.

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

but I'm with my friends--

Oh, but I meant

that your friends should come along too.

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

I'll meet them tonight.

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

if that is convenient.

Certainly. That's just fine.

Till then, goodbye.

Ciao.

Ciao.

You're still wet.

Oh, it'll dry out.

No, I mean behind the ears.

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

to a place Daniela's been telling us about.

Right in the middle of some old ruins.

It sounds like a real blast.

As they say,

when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Well, I'm terribly sorry,

but I have a previous engagement.

I certainly hope

it won't spoil all your fun.

A previous engagement

doing what?

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

He wants to interview me.

Interview you? For what?

Well, this may come

as a complete shock to you,

but because I'm intelligent,

simpatica,

and interested in something

besides having fun in some old ruins.

Oh, brother.

Now I've heard everything.

You sure won't mind

if I don't go along with you tonight?

No, of course not.

There'll still be three couples.

Well, how do you figure that?

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

and Daniela and me.

Well, then that works out

simply splendid, doesn't it?

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

You are here tonight

in the ruins of the Caracalla Baths

where 1,800 years ago

the elite of Rome congregated to relax

and exchange the gossips and the news of the day

with their friends.

Daniela, let's drop history.

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

Yeah, Daniela.

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

Oh, I go to the university.

Guiding is how I help pay my fee.

Oh, really. What do you major in?

Paleontology.

A girl like you interested in fossils?

That's incredible.

When you mention fossils in my presence, smile.

Aunt Albertina,

aren't you having a nice time here?

Certainly not. I'm a chaperone,

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

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

talk me into anything so ridic.

Albertina?

Is that you, Albertina?

Bunny, darling!

Would you do me the honor of twisting me?

I'd adore to.

My dear friend, the Duke of Malta--

or is it Padua.

Uh, oh, here, yes.

Keep those busy little hands occupied.

No, thank you.

Oh, all right, consolation prize, boys--

consolation prize.

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

I don't know what I would have done.

Those little monsters are driving me out of my mind!

Well, when in Rome--

Do as the Romans do.

Why don't you take a bath?

We don't want to.

When in Rome...

Do as the Romans do.

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

Yeah, if you can find it.

What is it?

Punt e Mes.

What?

Oh, a Carpano-- light Italian aperitif.

Mm...

Mm...

It's delicious.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Even some Romans never acquire that taste.

I should have warned you.

It seems quite bitter at first.

Well, it is a little.

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

It puckers your fresh young smile.

All right, Mario.

Tell the Signorina your story.

I couldn't stop him if I wanted to.

It's a ritual.

Well, Signorina,

in honor of the best fettuccini in all the world,

Signorina Mary Pickford

and Signore Douglas Fairbanks--

Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks.

My grandmother told me all about them.

Her grandmother?

I would say her grandmother has an adorable granddaughter,

wouldn't you, Mario?

Oh, bella. Bellissima.

I know what that means, and I thank you.

Oh, I thank you.

It's my pleasure.

I see you like it.

Mm!

it's yummy--

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

Buono.

Buono?

Buono. Buono.

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

Just think of interviewing great composers

like Respighi, and, uh--

Ooh, great philosophers like Santyana,

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

Wow!

I find interviewing Francesca Lawrence

unusual and different.

Well, what do you find so unusual about me?

Well, you have a cute nose,

your ears are flat,

and you have some of Mario's fettuccini

right on your chin.

Oh! Oh, I do.

Oh, golly.

Let's walk outside.

Excuse me.

Something's wrong, Jeff?

It's sort of a problem you might say.

Oh, if you worry about your Geget

dining with Signore Cellini,

I spoke to Papa.

He's an honorable magazine writer.

It's not that.

Gidget can take care of herself.

Daniela...

did you ever feel...

as if you'd never quite been alive,

and then suddenly, you were alive?

I'm afraid I do not understand.

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

and see someone coming towards you

that you had never seen before...

and right then you knew?

That you were in love?

I am afraid it only happens in your American movies.

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

Oh, many times.

One is always in love in Italy.

It's our national pastime,

like your baseball.

You and Geget,

you have been engaged for a long time?

Engaged?

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

Just kids.

Then it's not serious between you?

Mario...

Si, Signore.

Il conto, per favore.

Subito.

You still haven't asked me

what an American girl like-- well, like me

could tell your readers.

Tell me,

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

Well, the kids I'm with,

we have this, uh, Italian guide,

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

the Museums,

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

And this will not interest you?

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

But I noted a trace of impatience in your voice.

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

for the sole purpose of making wishes

and tossing coins into fountains.

You're very mature for one so young.

You understand me perfectly, Mr. Cellini.

Please call me Paolo.

Paolo...

Oh, I want to see it all.

The poor and the rich.

What interests them, what they want,

what amuses them.

How they tick.

Tick? What does that mean?

Oh, that's just an American colloquialism.

What I mean is

I want to know what motivates them,

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

Why would I laugh at you?

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

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

and it'll be my pleasure to show you

what makes the Romans tick.

Oh, golly.

Oh, Moondoggie,

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

You knew I'd want to tell you

everything that happened.

Oh, Cameriere!

Si? Carpano.

Punt e Mes?

Si, due.

Si.

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

Yeah, sure. What happened?

Well, Mr. Cellini--

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

that's his name--

anyhow, he's a brilliant writer,

and he took notes on everything I said.

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

Oh, it wasn't just a good time.

It was also very important

because, you see,

he's going to introduce me

to a lot of Italians,

so I can learn how they think.

Isn't that exciting?

Gidge, I've been doing some thinking.

Oh, I know how you think.

No, I mean I've really been thinking.

I've been wondering...

well, maybe if we're making a mistake.

I don't dig you, Jeff.

What I mean is that

we've been going steady, right,

and this Fall

you'll be going to the university,

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

and they're gonna want to date you.

Oh, you don't have to worry

about me, Moondoggie.

Look, it's just that...

I wouldn't want to stand in your way.

Say--say, you happen to--

to meet someone who flips you?

What are you trying to say, Jeff?

Gidget...

Gidget, you're only 18.

Have you met someone who--

who flipped you?

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

but just say I should meet someone,

I wouldn't want you to get hurt.

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

Gidget, please don't take it like that.

Take what like what?

Well, you're acting as though

it were the end of the world.

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

Jeff Matthews.

When in Rome,

one always has a Carpano at midnight.

You must learn, Jeff,

to take the bitter with the sweet.

Gidget...

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

which possesses world famous collections

of ancient sculpture

and archeological material.

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

It was found approximately in the 16th century

near the church of Santa Maria

above the Minerva Square.

She's cute,

but just a little bit hefty.

I bet she really stowed away the pasta.

You know, you could have modeled for her--

the same classic features,

and the same, uh, heroic proportions.

Oh, Jeff,

as you Americans say,

do not kid me.

Makes you want to throw up,

doesn't it?

And now I will show you

one of the best preserved statues of ancient times.

We are approaching now the Discobolus of Myron.

Notice the technique.

Its naturalness of form and boldness of movement.

Um, did you say Discobolus?

That's right.

Well, you must be wrong, Daniela,

because the Discobolus is in the Vatican Museum.

You are correct, Geget,

but that Discobolus is just another of the many copies.

This one, by Lancelotti,

is regarded as the best replica

of the Myron bronze,

which has been lost for centuries.

Isn't he magnifico?

Magnifico.

In 1938,

this piece was sold to Adolf Hitler,

but fortunately,

it was brought back to Italy in 1948

and added to this collection,

and now, if you will follow me,

you'll see the most beautiful Roman frescoes

found in a villa near Premoporta--

Translation... "Entrance forbidden."

Translation... "Forbidden to touch statues."

Nothing but an umbrella and a pair of sneakers

in the lost and found department.

Don't worry about Gidget, Jeff,

she's a big girl now.

Yeah. besides,

she knows we're supposed to meet

back at the hotel.

I'm not worried about her, but--

Well, if she had to go and get lost,

wouldn't you think she could do it

in a restaurant?

Well, let's go feed, hungry one.

Many thanks, Sahib.

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

The second guard will now say...

"Between an American and a crazy one,

how can you tell the difference?"

Translation... "Maybe an art thief."

Well, you must be wrong, Daniela,

because the Discobolus--

You could have modeled for her.

The same classic features, the same heroic proportions--

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

When you come to America,

there's something I want to teach you--

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

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

We have a guide. We have a guide--

Magnifico. Magnifico--

Ah, this no!

What are you doing?

Are you sure this is a matter

for the United States Embassy, Miss Lawrence?

Of course it's a matter for the Embassy.

Aren't we supposed to get in touch with you

when we're in trouble?

Well, I'm in trouble,

and I don't even know why!

Silenzio!

Calme. Grazie.

Now, do you realize, young lady,

that if I hadn't thrown the weight

and majesty of the USA into the breach,

that you would be in jail right now?

What for?

You tried to damage and destroy

some of the most valuable statues in the museum?

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

That's beside the point...

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

Well, there are thousands of people.

There's Mrs. Blythe

and the rest of the kids.

Well, perhaps if you wouldn't mind telling me

where I can reach them.

Well, the kids are still out sightseeing,

and, uh, Mrs. Blythe is never in.

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

That solves all our problems.

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

Lend me your glasses.

Tina, you know I don't wear glasses.

I've never worn glasses--

Ginger...

Tina will be cross.

Unless your glasses deceive me,

there's one of my little monsters now.

The wholesome one.

He doesn't look wholesome to me.

No lechery, Ginger.

It's the girl.

Why, Mrs. Blythe!

You'll never believe what just happened to me,

the funniest thing.

Your manners, child,

your manners.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mrs. Blythe, this is Paolo Cellini.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Mrs. Blythe is our chaperone.

Paolo is with Roma Magazine,

and if it weren't for him,

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

Your manners, child.

Oh, uh, the Countess de Rockquefort,

Signore Paolo Cellini.

How do you do?

And, uh, uh,

well, help me, child, help me.

You know your name better than I.

Francesca Lawrence.

Francesca!

I thought it was Budget or something.

Well, anyway,

if it weren't for Paolo,

like I was saying,

I'd probably be there right this minute--

We were about to have some tea.

Will you both join us perhaps?

We'd adore to.

Tea?

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

We have to meet the Duchess

at the Excelsior.

Tea...

I'm so terribly, terribly sorry

we can't stay.

Mind your own business, Howard.

A pleasure, Signora.

A pleasure, indeed.

Hmm, you are full of surprises,

aren't you, ducky?

Hm-mm.

I'll see you later, Mrs. Blythe.

That is your chaperone?

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

Old-fashioned?

Yes. Well, you know,

I read this book called "The Roaring 20s"

and she's just one of the characters.

But your father and your mother,

did they choose her?

Oh, no.

They never even saw her.

You don't know my dad.

but if he'd ever met Mrs. Blythe,

I'd probably be on a surfboard in Malibu

right this very minute.

Then I must send flowers to Mrs. Blythe.

Flowers? Whatever for?

Because I've her to thank

for your being in Rome this summer.

Um...

will you excuse me one moment?

I have to call up my office.

Oh, certainly.

I'll be right back.

Bellissima.

Oh, why--why thank you. Grazie.

I've been observing you

from across the garden.

You have?

Your escort is well known to me.

Oh, you mean Signore Cellini?

Si.

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

Oh, me scusa.

Prince Bianchi, at your service.

Prince?

Perhaps you would do me the honor

of bringing, uh,

our mutual friend Cellini

to a small gathering of intimate friends

at my villa tonight?

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

I don't know.

But it is a command.

Oh...

10:00 then.

Forgive me.

Oh, that's all right.

The most marvelous thing has just happened.

We've been invited to a party tonight!

Where? By whom?

By your friend, Prince Bianchi.

He's sitting right over there.

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

Oh, please, Paolo,

don't say you're interviewing somebody tonight.

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

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

Well...

Oh, please, Paolo.

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

I'm not a child, you know.

But I don't think

it would be quite appropriate.

Appropriate?

Oh, please, Paolo? Please?

I mean, how do you expect me to learn anything

if all I see is what's appropriate?

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

Oh, thank you!

Scusa, Signora.

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

I don't know why--

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

What do you mean "The rest of us?"

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

Yes, but how did you know?

Because I just saw her.

Where did she meet that delightful,

beautiful, continental male?

What male?

A six-foot male.

Dark, handsome, with eyes that talk.

Need I go on?

She must mean that dream boat

that's writing the story about Gidget.

Well, how do you like that?

She runs off at the museum

and worries us half pink.

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

Don't give her too big a piece.

You won't have anything left.

And then?

He said, "Bellissima."

And then?

He kissed my hand.

And did he kiss your hand again?

Hey, I thought you were going to give her

a piece of your mind.

Yeah, Gidge, I don't get it.

I thought the whole idea of this trip

was togetherness.

Yeah, first you wander off at the museum

and scare us half to death--

And now you're going

to rat out on us tonight.

I said I was sorry.

But you don't look sorry.

Well, I'm going to a villa tonight,

my host is a prince,

he practically demanded my presence.

Does Jeff know

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

What concern is it of Jeff's?

Aw, come off it, Gidge,

you know what concern it is of Jeff's.

Well, he pinned you.

You know, I almost feel

as if that happened to two other people.

Watch it, girl.

You know, Moondoggie could go continental too

with that chicken cacciatore.

Moondoggie...

Wasn't that childish?

Tell me, do you folks think

that this dress is international enough

for the international set?

It looked all right at the senior prom.

How did you lose all that weight?

Oh, you just eat two things--

and you can choose.

I chose my favorites--

gin and hard-boiled eggs.

But I don't like hard-boiled eggs.

Have you tried dry turnips?

Turnips...

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

Where's Prince Bianchi?

Oh, he never comes to his own parties.

What was that?

Nobody knows her.

Nobody cares to find out.

The blades of grass, they ripple, they rimple.

They crimple and cripple

and wimple.

They moon and swoon and bloon.

Till doon.

Insane. How do you do it?

I became a blade of grass.

Of course. You had to.

What do you think, Winnie?

I think it stinks.

The supreme accolade.

By the river bank

where the gentle water flow--

Wonderful!

Champagne, sir?

So I said to Millicent,

"Why don't you have the house fumigated?

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

Destroy all those living creatures?

That would be murder.

Who gives a damn about a cockroach?

I would never have accepted his invitation

if I'd known he was going to serve

preserved caviar.

Fresh caviar doesn't travel in summer, Signora.

Has the Prince got an allergy

to dry ice?

I wouldn't know, Signora.

I've never met the Prince before.

Preserved caviar...

Well, he should have a bad liver.

Gin.

You owe me 4,200 pounds.

Come on. Pay up.

Gosh, I thought she was a Marquesa or something.

Pure cockney.

King Alfonso found her

in the chorus of the Piccadilly Windmill,

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

Did you see La Dolce Vita?

What a bore.

How can you sit still for three hours?

I did.

Champagne, Sir?

No, thank you.

I don't believe it.

Neither does Prince Bianchi.

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

Well, then why does he--

It seems a bit stuffy in here.

Let's go outside

and get some fresh air, huh?

I like it better out here.

So do I.

I'm sorry, Francesca.

I shouldn't have brought you here.

Oh, I practically forced you to.

It's all part of my education,

but what I can't understand is,

well, here's a party

and nobody seems to be having a good time.

Of course not.

They are tired and bored and empty.

Well, then for heaven's sakes,

why do they come?

Because the prince is a prince.

The food and liquor are free,

and so they can be bored in luxury.

Well, at least I'm awfully glad

I saw the international set,

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

to the rest of the kids.

I wouldn't have missed meeting you

for anything in the world, Francesca.

You are enchanting.

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

I'm glad you feel that way.

You've been so nice,

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

I can't help wondering why.

You are very perceptive, Francesca.

I wish I could be perfectly frank with you,

but under the circumstances, I can't.

Oh, you can tell me anything.

I'll understand.

Someday, perhaps,

when I am relieved of an obligation.

Oh...

Well, I wouldn't want you to hurt anybody

on account of me.

No one will be hurt.

I promise you that.

You're gonna have to carry me.

No, really, I mean it.

I'm getting tired.

The Villa d'Este and its famous gardens

are one of the wonders of the 16th century.

In all there are 3,000 water spouts,

and it took over 10 years to build,

and once it was the villa

of the notorious Lucrezia Borgia.

This is the famous organ fountain

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

What a water bill Lucrezia must have had.

Anyone for a watercress sandwich?

Good idea. I'm very hungry.

I'm very starved.

And now I will show you the corridors

of the hundred fountains.

Oh, Jeff, you know,

it's been wonderful knowing you,

all of you,

and they seem to have so much fun.

Oh, you.

Hey, what's with Gidget?

She looks like an upside down cookie.

That's a funny way to digest pizza.

No, she met some yogi last night.

Yogi who? Bear?

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

All right, come on now.

Very good.

We're going to be chorus girls.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Here--grab it.

Whoa! Whoa!

Ah!

What a kook.

Smile for the picture!

Tell me, do you believe in predestination?

Predestination?

Oh, yes, something that was meant to be.

Yeah, that's right.

You know, you think of thousands of people

who might have been our guide,

but it was you

who came through the lobby of the-- Oh!

Gidget, watch it!

I'm terribly sorry.

Hey, what's with you today?

With me?

Well, who else?

Daniela, could you spare Jeff

for a moment or two?

I promise not to keep him long.

Of course.

Excuse me.

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

Well, sure I'm happy.

What are you driving at?

I mean, um,

it's Daniela, isn't it?

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

Yes, you told me that before.

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

that's what men always say

when what they mean is, "Get lost."

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

You didn't want me to be hurt.

Yes, that's what I meant.

Well, I'm not.

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

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

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

I'm happy you feel that way.

I was afraid that maybe--

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

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

Why would I want to give her

a $10 gold piece?

Give that back to me.

My mother gave me that for good luck.

This is what I meant.

But that's my pin.

Exactly.

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

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

Well, to be perfectly honest with you,

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

He? Who is he?

Paolo.

You mean that magazine writer?

Yes,

but to me, he's just about--

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You haven't gone off the deep end

for that old guy, have you?

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

Well...yes.

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

What's Daniela? Another Eskimo?

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

It is? Why?

Because you're just a kid.

Well, my mother married my father

when she was 18 years old.

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

or maybe--maybe 60.

Who is 60?

That Payola or whatever his name is.

Paolo Cellini, and he's not 60.

But what if he was?

Well, look at Picasso, look at Pablo Cassals,

or for that matter look at Grover Cleveland.

What have those characters got to do with this subject?

They all married young women and lived happily ever after.

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

Gidget, please.

Gidget, this just isn't making any sense.

I knew you'd say that.

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

But he's not here.

No, but I am.

And so's your Daniela!

So live it up!

Scusa.

...Signore Paolo Cellini, per favore.

Signore Cellini's not in.

Will anyone else do?

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

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

I have no idea.

Well, it's very important.

Well, I could call Signora Cellini.

Maybe she would know where to reach him.

Signora Cellini?

His wife.

You mean he's married?

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

Is that so strange?

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

Hey, where's Gidget?

Well, look who's interested in Gidget

all of a sudden.

Yeah, that's a switch.

Well, where is she?

I'll tell you, Moondoggie.

It just so happens

Signore Dreamboat got her an invitation

to a showing at Fontana's.

You mean that Cellini character?

The same.

Well, did Albertino go with her?

No, she saw the sneak yesterday.

You mean Gidge went off alone with that guy?

She left about half an hour ago.

Do you think Butch would rather have

the Coliseum or Lollobridgida?

Something tells me

Butch would prefer Lollo.

So I'll send him to the Coliseum.

Sleeveless summer coat over simple dress.

Heavy wool dress,

with three-quarter sleeves.

Um, parlo inglese?

Uh, un poco, un poco.

Do you know Signore Cellini?

Ah, Benvenuto. The magnificent artist.

The master gold and silver smith,

but dead now

almost for 400 years, Signorina.

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

I mean Paolo Cellini, the magazine writer.

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

Oh.

Well, he was supposed to meet me here.

Maybe he's already gone inside.

Could I go in and look?

Impossible.

But why?

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

This is what all the spies say.

Spies?

Yes, Signorina.

Our competitors always send spies

to try to steal Fontana's original designs.

But I'm an American.

The worst kind of spies.

Oh!

Black and white coat for the morning.

Skirt in the same material of the coat

with a bright yellow blouse.

Hey, what are you doing?

Give me my purse back.

I've valuable things in that purse.

Now, what are you trying to do?

You know, you have no right to do that.

Do you speak English?

Light blue heavy street dress

and sleeveless coat for the late afternoon.

You can't do this!

Just a minute!

A very elegant blue silk coat

in a bright color.

Is there anybody here that speaks English?

Scusa, Signorina,

A ball gown in light pink,

all embroidered, and draped in the back.

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

and let you do this,

because I'm not.

I'm going right over to the American Embassy,

and I'm going to get my American Ambassador

and see that he gets in touch with you.

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

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

Gidget!

What are you doing here?

Well, what are you doing here?

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

Hey, what is this all about?

Jeff, they're after me!

I'm okay.

Come on--come on.

Jeff, what are you gonna do?

Leave everything to me.

Come on, let's go!

In here--in here.

Translation...

Police. Rear entrance. Do not enter.

Listen, do you think--

You stay out of this, Jeff Matthews.

You helped me escape

right into a police station.

Maybe I could be of some help.

Paolo! Paolo!

Boy, am I glad to see you.

You stay away from him.

What do you mean?

Will you stay away from him?

He's responsible for this whole mess!

Come on, everybody, pipe down,

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

This is Signore Cellini, Sir,

of Roma Magazine.

If you can explain this, Signore Cellini,

the Embassy will be in your eternal debt.

It's all a misunderstanding, Signore Secretary.

Surely no one could believe

that this innocent young lady is a thief.

But look at her!

She's wearing our own gown.

Silenzio. Silenzio!

A disgrace to Sorrelle Fontana.

Why couldn't you happen to Paris?

A midget wearing our creation,

and without gloves!

But I told you over and over again--

it's all a mistake!

And I tell you over and over again,

never come back here anymore.

Oh, golly, I'll have to!

A Fontana outfit?

I've never had anything so pretty

in my whole life!

Of course. It's one of ours.

Oh, thank you, Miss Fontana.

What are you doing here?

Gidget, listen--

I'm not talking to you.

"Leave everything to me", the man said.

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

He's married. Who's married?

Well, who do you think is married?

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

Including Paolo Cellini, that's who.

That's who's what?

That's who is married.

Jeff, are you feeling all right?

Yes. I mean, no.

Well, you should make up your mind.

Married?

Married...

That's right.

Good and married.

I don't believe it.

To whom?

To Mrs. Cellini, that's to whom.

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

Well, what were you doing at his office?

Well, what difference does that make?

That kook is married.

Can't you get that through your head?

He's married!

Well, you finally got it through your thick head.

Happily married?

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

I know, Moondoggie, I know.

You were right to tell me,

but you enjoyed it, didn't you?

I feel a responsibility

even though we had... an understanding.

He said he had an obligation.

Oh, poor Paolo.

Poor Paolo!

Unhappily married to a nagging older woman

who lets herself go,

lies around all day in bed

eating chocolate candy,

who never makes his breakfast,

and doesn't understand him.

Oh, I guess he told you about her?

That she didn't understand him.

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

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

He's too brave, too gallant.

I think you're cracking up, Gidge.

Bah!

Who cares what you think?

Avanti.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I must have the wrong room.

I was looking for Mrs. Blythe.

She's right under here.

Oh, Mrs. Blythe, it's you.

Could I talk to you for a moment?

Well, I wish somebody would.

Howard and Ethel won't even speak to me.

I seem to have this problem.

That's a good girl.

Well, no. What I mean is...

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

Hmm, that's nice.

Well, my mother's not here,

and you being older and all, I thought--

Do you think it's too extreme?

I just don't know what to think.

Oh, everyone has them these days.

Sometimes as many as seven or eight.

Married men?

What are you dithering about, child?

Paolo!

I'm in love with him.

And he's married.

I just don't even know what to do.

Oh, my poor baby!

My poor baby!

Ah...

You're so sophisticated

and everything like that, Mrs. Blythe.

Well, I just thought

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

Well, I'll tell you, ducks.

The last time

I was in love with a married man,

I...Mm, no, no,

that wouldn't do either,

but I thought I detected something

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

Oh, that's ancient history.

And besides,

he's in love with Daniela.

Oh?

If--if I'd only have known,

I'd never have gone out with Paolo,

but I didn't, and it--

well, it happened.

I know, dear.

Oh, how I know.

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

They never are.

It's just that he feels an obligation.

That's what he told me.

Of course he did, dear.

I never thought I'd be a home wrecker.

Darling, nobody ever wrecked a happy home.

But I was thinking...

if she really loves him,

perhaps we should give each other up.

I did that once.

Brighton Beach, I think it was.

But suppose she's not really in love with him

and is afraid to tell him?

I should know that

before we make the supreme sacrifice.

I'll tell you what to do, ducks.

Tell me, what shall I do?

Go out and buy yourself a new hat.

A new hat?

Mm-hm.

But what good would that do?

Oh-ho, you'd be surprised.

Make you feel much better.

Go on, run along, run along.

Charge it to me.

Si?

Signore Cellini?

Si.

My name is Francesca Lawrence.

Oh, you are Geget.

The little girl from America. Yes?

You mean Paolo-- I mean, Signore Cellini,

he's told you about me?

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

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

Uh-huh.

Could I come inside?

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

Come in.

Oh, scusa.

You know, everything is such a mess.

Yes, isn't it though.

Yes. we pack

because we leave on the train.

You're leaving him?

Si.

Abbiamo--

Shh!

These are your children?

Si.

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

so like his papa.

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

Mm-hmm.

Buon giorno!

Shh! Oh...

I'm sorry.

They're so excited about the journey.

You forgive me if I go on packing,

otherwise we'll never catch the train.

Won't you sit down?

You mustn't take the train.

Oh, but it's better for me.

I get very sick on a plane, you know,

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

Oh, no.

Oh, but I have them very easily,

and Paolo wants six of them.

I was prepared to be a home wrecker,

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

Oh, but I take them away from their father

so that he can have a rest,

and also their grandparents want to see them

at least once a year.

You mean, that's all?

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

Oh, si.

Oh, they have a very pretty chalet

in the Italian Alps,

so we go there and stay with them.

Bambini...

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

Oh, look!

Oh, what will Paolo say?

Let me help you.

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

Oh, listen to them.

Please forgive me.

My dear old friend, Paolo...

My little girl is coming to Rome,

and I would feel much better about it

if you would keep an eye out for her,

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

She is so proud of her independence.

Francesca... what are you doing here?

Are you in trouble again?

Ciao.

Were you looking for me?

Oh, no, no.

It's just that I--

well, we're leaving tomorrow,

and I wanted to come by

and meet your charming wife and children,

so I could tell my father all about them.

Your father?

Yes.

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

We are?

Sure.

You don't think you fooled me

for one moment, Paolo,

with all that jazz

about wanting to do a story

on an unusual, intelligent, simpatica,

American girl in Rome?

Geget, listen--

I knew right from the start

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

unless he had someone over here to--

well, to watch over me.

Well, you know how parents are.

Well, you're a parent yourself.

They want to protect their children,

and I can understand that.

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

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

to fall in love with--

with someone she shouldn't.

You're crying, Geget.

Well, it's just that

everything's been so perfect.

The Eternal City, everything,

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

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

That I don't believe.

I believe you'll always be Geget.

A wonderful, remarkable girl.

Arrivederci.

I guess this is it.

I hope not.

Oh, yes, it's got to be.

Darling...

You see, Geget came to see us.

Ciao.

Arrivederci, Mrs.-- Signora Cellini--

and to your four charming children.

Thank you for coming to see us, Geget.

I--I'm sorry we received you

in such excitement of departure,

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

Everybody does.

Well, I don't know.

I couldn't promise.

I--well, goodbye.

Geget!

She's such a sweet little girl

and playing so grownup in that hat.

I'm not so sure she was just playing.

I suspect she...

she really grew up in Rome.

I'm sorry I'm late.

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

I had to wait for something.

They told me it would only take a little while.

Go on, open it.

Oh, it's lovely.

"For Daniela. Con Amore. Jeff."

It's beautiful.

Do you really like it?

A token of love.

Grazie.

Try it on.

I know a year seems like forever,

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

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

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

from an American company.

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

They--they start you out

with a salary that's big enough for two,

and raises come right along.

Doesn't that sound practical?

For you, Jeff, but not for me.

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

Here's your big chance.

I know some girls do it,

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

just to go to America.

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

That would be different.

I'm sorry, Jeff.

I guess it's like you said.

Everybody's in love in Rome in the summer.

To that old devil Italian moon.

Oh, I wish...

I wish it was the same between Moondoggie and me.

My gold piece!

My $10 gold piece!

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

Stay away from me! Stay away from me!

You just keep away from me right now!

Leave me alone!

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Take your hands off me!

Hey, let me go! Let me go!

Put me down!

What's--what's happening here?

What is it, Gidge?

Jeff!

You can't do this to me!

Hey, hold it!

What's this all about?

Let go of me right now!

Well, Miss Lawrence,

what have you to say for yourself this time?

I'm not talking.

You wouldn't listen to me if I did.

She just made a mistake, that's all.

And who are you, young man?

I'm Jefferson Matthews, sir,

and, uh, she's my girl.

I am?

Yes, you are

and don't contradict me.

You see, sir, we all make mistakes,

including me,

and as she said,

she was just trying to get back

her mother's $10 gold piece.

You made a mistake too, Moondoggie?

Yes, I did, Gidget,

but I promise you we won't make anymore.

We're flying home tomorrow on Alitalia.

Can the American Embassy depend on that?

Oh, yes.

I have my ticket right in here.

Did you say you were flying back

or taking a boat?

We're flying back, sir.

Thank you.

Come on, Gidge.

Servizio?

Well, I ordered breakfast for three an hour ago.

I can't understand what takes you so long.

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

Avanti! Avanti!

Oh, well, it's about time.

Hi.

Oh, no...

I told you I was giving no guided tours.

Aunt Albertina,

we just came to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

Where do you think you're going?

Back home.

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

Oh, well, Judge,

give my love to your father or mother,

whoever claims he's a relative.

Aunt Albertina,

just who are you related to,

my mother or my father?

I wish you'd find out.

I'll write.

Mrs. Blythe, you're the best chaperone

any kid's ever had.

Oh.

If you ever want a recommendation,

we'll put it in writing.

Oh, God forbid that I should ever be saddled

with six such little monsters again.

No!

Goodbye.

Goodbye, boy.

Goodbye, Mrs. Blythe.

Goodbye, dear.

Bye-bye.

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

Bye-bye, dear.

Bye, Mrs. Blythe.

Goodbye, handsome. I hope I see you again.

Oh, little Gidget--

Well, what in heaven's name is this?

A hat.

We all got together to show you our appreciation.

Oh, that was very thoughtful of you.

Oh, look.

Remember you said

a hat always made you feel better?

Well, what can I say, but...

bellissima.

Aderavici.

God bless you!

Bye!

God bless you one and all!

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta The conqueror of Rome ♪

♪ We bow to you ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta Call Italy your own ♪

♪ We beg of you ♪

♪ It's been said When in Rome ♪

♪ Do as the Romans do ♪

♪ But instead The Latin daughters ♪

♪ Wanna be as unforgettable And bellissima ♪

♪ And gegettable As you know who ♪

♪ Gegetta, Gegetta ♪

♪ Make Italy your home ♪

♪ And before we're through ♪

♪ As sure as I'm looking At you ♪

♪ I'll bet you they'll name A statue after you ♪

♪ Or maybe a fountain ♪

♪ Or maybe a city ♪

♪ Or maybe a mountain ♪

♪ Imagine how pretty ♪

♪ Pretty Gegetta The conqueror of Rome ♪♪