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Good afternoon.

As you see, this lovely city all around us is Paris.

And this lovely park is, of course, the Bois de Boulogne.

Pardon me.

Who am I? Well, allow me to introduce myself.

I am Honoré Lachaille, born Paris.

Date?

Not lately.

This is 1900, so let's just say not in this century.

Circumstances? Comfortable.

Profession? Lover and collector of beautiful things.

Not antiques, mind you.

Younger things.

Yes, definitely younger.

Married? What for?

Now, please, don't misunderstand.

Like everywhere else, most people in Paris get married, but not all.

There are some who will not marry, and some who do not marry.

But here in Paris, those who will not are usually men, and those who do not

are usually women.

Now, for example, here we find Exhibit A, the married kind.

These ladies stood their ground and won, and I salute them, everyone.

Here are some others to behold, for whom the bells have never tolled. Oh, what a

poor, defenceless pair, in those pathetic rags they wear.

And there is the future.

Someday, each and every one of them will either be married or unmarried. How

adorable they are.

Each time I see a little girl of five or six or seven, I can't resist the joyous

urge to smile and say, Thank heaven for little girl.

Four little girls get bigger every day.

Thank heaven.

Four little girls.

They grow up in the most delightful way.

Those little eyes so helpless and appealing.

One day will flash and send you crashing through the ceiling.

Thank heaven.

Four little girls.

Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who.

Without them, what would little boys do?

Thank heaven.

Thank heaven.

Thank heaven for little girls.

Play stories about a little girl. It could be any one of those little girls

playing there.

But it isn't. It's about one in particular.

That one. Her name is Gigi.

Gigi.

What you have to look forward to.

Gigi.

Those little eyes so helpless and appealing.

One day will flash and send you crashing through the ceiling.

Thank heaven for little girls.

Thank heaven for them all, no matter where, no matter who.

Without them, what would little boys do?

Thank heaven.

Thank heaven.

Thank heaven for little girls.

Gigi, where have you been?

Playing in the park.

I had to, Grandmama. My foot fell asleep in Latin class. I couldn't get it to

wake up. Did you forget what day it is?

It's Tuesday.

Oh, Antalicia.

Oh, well, I'd better run.

Gigi, you cannot go to luncheon at your Antalicia's looking like that.

Put your coat on. Let me comb your hair.

Yes, Grandmama.

Your legs feel so long.

Yes, your legs are long.

You know, sometimes I'm sorry you never learned to dance.

Oh, but I want to, Grandmama.

Why don't you let me take lessons?

Oh, no.

Not the same mistake twice.

I allowed your mother to take singing lessons, and oh, look where she ended

up.

Slaving away at the opera comique in ridiculous little roles.

She seems happy.

Happy. I went to see her one night. I couldn't even find her. In the first

act, she was behind a tree.

In the second act, behind a tenor.

Mama's awake. Isn't it early?

She's on this afternoon, if I were king.

That's more than she does in the whole opera.

And when I think of that delightful old gentleman with all those flour mills.

Who?

Nothing. You go to school every morning. You go to see your Aunt Alicia once a

week. That's all the lessons you need.

When the time comes, you'll be ready.

Ready for what, Grandmama?

Enough. Now run.

Goodbye, Grandmama.

Goodbye, Gigi.

Powerful, monsieur.

60 kilometers an hour.

There's nothing faster on the road, monsieur, not here or in America.

Your uncle is here, monsieur.

Of course, the smaller is a first-rate machine, monsieur. First-rate.

Naturally, the larger one is more expensive.

I'd be happy to demonstrate both to you. I beg your pardon, monsieur Gaston, but

your father wanted me to ask you.

Did you by any chance buy the Paris-Lyon-Mediterranée Railroad?

Paris-Lyon-Mediterranée? Yes.

Yes, I did.

According to this morning's opening at La Bourse, it's gone up 12 points.

I thought it would.

Monsieur Le Chai, about the car.

Send it over in the morning with the bill.

Yes, monsieur, thank you.

But which one?

My dear fellow, I don't care.

Either one.

I'm sorry I kept you waiting, uncle.

Why didn't you come upstairs?

I was afraid I'd meet my brother and sister-in-law. You would have. I have to

tell you, my dear boy, your parents bore me to death. Me too.

Yes, but I've known them longer than you, so they've been boring me for a

longer time after you.

Your father is actually quite unique.

He was born at the age of five.

All he has to say is hello, and I can barely keep my eyes open.

Armandoville.

I waited for you at the embassy last Sunday.

What happened to you? The thought of another embassy tea paralyzed me.

Instead, I had tea with an old friend of mine, Madame Alvarez.

Madame Alvarez? Yes, yes, you know her. Or knew her once, didn't you?

Does she say I did? I think she's mentioned it.

Then I suppose I did.

Well, it's the one place in Paris where I can go and relax.

Whose luncheon are you taking me to today?

Henri Trouvert.

Oh, no. We have to go.

I'm meeting a heavenly creature there.

You're still young, uncle, aren't you?

Not compared to her.

But I must say, I'm compared to you.

Maybe it's the women you go with.

How old is Leanne?

About 30.

That may be it.

Youth is the thing, Gaston. Youth.

Stay close to the young and the little rubs off.

I'm bored.

Bored?

Look at all the captivating, fascinating things there are to do.

Name two.

Look at all the pleasures of the myriad of treasures we have got.

Like what?

Look at Paris in the spring when its solitary thing is more beautiful than

ever before.

You can hear every tree almost saying, look at me. What color are the trees?

Green. What color were they last year? Green. And next year?

Green. It's a bore.

Don't you marvel at the power of the mighty Eiffel Tower, knowing there it

will remain evermore?

Climbing up to the sky over ninety stories high. How many stories?

Ninety. How many yesterday?

Ninety. And tomorrow?

Ninety. It's a ball.

The river sand.

All it can do is flow.

But think of wine. It's red or white.

But think of girls.

It's either yes or no.

And if it's no or if it's yes, it simply couldn't matter less. But think of a

race with your horse in seventh place. Then he suddenly begins and he catches

up and wins with a roar.

It's a ball.

Life is thrilling as can be. Simply not my cup of tea. It's a gay romantic

fling. If you like that sort of thing. It's intriguing.

It's fatiguing. It's a game. It's the same dull world wherever you go,

whatever place you are at.

The earth is round, but everything on it is flat.

Don't tell me Venice has no lure.

Just a town without a sewer.

The Leaning Tower, I adore.

Indecision is a bore.

But think of the thrill of a bullfight in Seville when the bull is uncontrolled

and he charges at a bold matador.

It's a bore.

Think of lunch beneath the tree. Stop the carriage, if you please.

You mean you don't want to come? The thought of lunch leaves me numb. But I

implore. Oh, no, uncle.

It's a bore.

Come in.

Mamita. Gaston.

What a wonderful surprise.

How do you feel today, dear Mamita?

Fine, Gaston.

And the better for seeing you.

You've gotten a trifle thinner and it's most becoming. You think so? Oh, yes.

Come. Come and sit down in your chair.

Thank you.

Oh, what beautiful material.

Very chic.

Just the sort of thing Honoré used to wear.

A bit, a bit more conservative, perhaps.

Would you like a sweet? No, no, thank you, but I would love a cup of your

chamomile tea. But of course. Oh, more than just one, I hope. Do you have a

telephone yet, Mamita? No, not yet.

Not until Gigi's old enough to have secrets and admirers.

Oh, but there's one upstairs, if it is important. No, no, no, it's not

important.

Uh, Gigi's not at home?

No. This is Tuesday.

The day she has luncheon with her Aunt Alicia.

Oh, how is your sister? I haven't seen her for quite a while.

I don't wonder.

She never sets foot out of her apartment or her past.

And quite a past it was, so she says.

Well, according to the stories, Honoré tells me what she says is quite true.

Aren't you afraid of her influence on Gigi? Not at all.

She finds Gigi a trifle backward, which is true, and she educates her.

Educates her? Yes.

Last week, she taught her to eat cold lobster to perfection.

What in heaven's name for?

She says it's extremely useful.

Oh, marvelous.

It's so good to be here.

It's always a pleasure to watch the rich enjoying the comforts of the poor.

Especially you, dear Gaston.

How does your sister look?

Still as young as ever? Oh, yes, Alicia's always the same.

Living in the past must agree with her.

When I think it was in 1859, she went off with her first Sultan.

Then came her Duke of Milan, her King of Spain, her Khedive, her Maharaja. Oh,

she's remarkable looking, quite remarkable looking.

What are we having for lunch?

Autoulon. Oh, dear.

Are they difficult?

Slowly, Gigi, slowly.

The racing season is over.

Good day, Aunt Alicia.

Now, let's go into luncheon.

Yes, Aunt Alicia.

Today, you will learn to eat Autoulon.

What are Autelans, Aunt?

Exquisite little birds.

Most people attack them like cannibals.

You must learn to eat them properly.

Bad table manners, my dear Gigi, have broken up more households than

infidelity.

Did you work hard in school today? What did you study?

History.

Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo.

How depressing.

What else?

English. English?

I suppose we must.

They refuse to learn French.

Who are your friends?

All the noise should be cut in two with a quick stroke of the knife.

There must be no grating of the blade on the plate.

Now bite up each piece.

Bones don't matter.

Go on eating while you answer my questions.

But don't talk with your mouth full.

Well, you can do it. If I can do it, you can.

What friends have you made?

None.

None.

I'm always on my own.

Why does Grandmama stop me from accepting invitations?

She's right, for once. You'd only be invited by ordinary people.

Well, what about us? Aren't we ordinary people?

No.

Why are we different?

They have weak heads and careless bodies.

Besides, they are married.

But I don't think you would understand.

Oh, yes, Aunt, I understand.

We don't marry, is that it?

Marriage is not forbidden to us.

But instead of getting married at once...

It sometimes happens we get married at last.

But enough.

We must finish lunch and get on with your lessons.

Now, go on. Go on, go on, go on.

Without knowledge of jewellery, my dear Gigi, a woman is lost.

Do you remember Madame Donat, who was here the other day?

Yes. Did you notice that rope of black pearls around her throat?

Oh, yes, it was beautiful.

Dipped.

Dipped? Dipped.

Given to her by the man she loves, whose love is obviously beginning to cool and

the poor thing doesn't know it. It's just a matter of time now.

Now, let us see what you remember.

What is this?

A Marquis diamond.

A marquee-shaped diamond.

This?

This is, uh... a topaz.

A topaz?

Among my jewels? Are you mad?

It's a yellow diamond of the first quality.

You'll have to go a long way to see one like it.

This? An emerald.

How beautiful.

Do you see that blue flame darting about in the depths of the green light?

Only the most beautiful emeralds contain that miracle of elusive blue.

Who gave it to you, aunt?

A king.

A great king? No, a little one.

Great kings do not give very large stones.

Why not?

In my opinion, it's because they don't feel they have to.

Well, who does give the valuable jewels?

Who? Oh, the shy, the proud.

And the social climbers, because they think it's a sign of culture.

But it doesn't matter who gives them, as long as you never wear anything second

-rate. Wait for the first class, Jewel Gigi.

Hold on to your ideals.

Come over here to the light, Gigi.

Open your mouth.

With teeth like that, I could have devoured all Paris and most of Europe.

But I can't complain.

I had a good bite of it.

Tell your grandmama to get you some astringent lotion.

You don't use face powder, do you?

Grandmama won't let me. I should hope not.

You have an impossible nose, a nondescript mouth, your cheekbones are

too high.

But we can do something with the rest. of you, your teeth, your eyes, your

eyelashes, your hair, we can and we will.

Remind me you must learn to choose cigars. Oh, Aunt, but I don't smoke

cigars. Of course you don't smoke cigars, but a man does.

Everything I teach you has a good reason.

Love, my dear Gigi, is a thing of beauty.

Like a work of art.

And like a work of art, it is created by artists.

The greater the artist, the greater the art.

And what makes an artist?

Cigars and jewelry.

Gigi, you're from another planet.

Get on with your work.

A necklace is love. A ring is love. A rock from some obnoxious little

king is love.

A sapphire with a star is love.

An ugly black cigar is love.

Everything you are is love.

You would think it would embarrass all the people here in Paris to be thinking

every minute of love.

I don't understand the Parisians making love every time they get the chance.

I don't understand the Parisians wasting every lovely night on

romance.

Anytime and under every tree in town, they're in session two by

two. What a crime with all there is to see in town.

They can't find... I don't understand how

Parisians never tire of walking hand in hand.

They seem to love it and speak highly of it. I don't understand

the Parisians.

I don't understand the Parisians.

I don't understand the Parisians

Gigi? What are you doing there?

Gaston, do you make love all the time?

I beg your pardon?

Do you make love all the time? Good heavens, no. The only people who make

love all the time are liars.

Was that the subject of your lesson today?

How did you know I was having a lesson?

I just came from your house.

Too bad I wasn't there. We could have played cards and I could have given you

another bad beating. Oh, you cheat.

I can, but with you, I don't have to. Now, you watch your tongue, my girl. I'm

not your girl. Oh, thank you for that.

If I ever have a little girl, I'll see to it she's more respectful than you.

Come with me. Where? To the ice palace. I don't skate. I'll buy you a drink. I

don't drink. A sweet one.

You're going to skate?

No, but I'm calling for Madame d'Excellence.

Liane? Your lady love?

Thank you. I've had enough of that for today.

Well, I'm not going to woo her or nice her.

Come along before I spank you.

Sit down.

Gigi. Sit down.

Haven't you ever seen an ice rink?

Never.

Grandmama says going out distracts one from more serious matters.

A barbotage for the lady.

What's that?

Quiet.

Champagne for me. Well iced.

Yes, Monsieur Richard.

Is that the scandalous Madame d'Exalmance?

Yes, that's she.

Tell me, Gigi, the way you express yourself, does your grandmother ever

hear you talk this way?

She never listens to me much.

Which reminds me, Gaston, she mustn't know that I was here with you. You

mustn't tell her. And why not? What's wrong with being with me, may I ask?

Oh, it isn't you, it's her. I told you, this isn't serious matters.

And just what are serious matters?

I don't remember it all by heart.

One mustn't read novels. They only depress you. Don't wear powder. It ruins

the complexion. Don't wear corsets. They spoil the figure.

What do you think of Liane?

She's pretty.

Yes, she is.

But... But what?

Common.

Common? How do you mean common?

Ordinary common or coarse common?

Ordinary.

And coarse. Well, Gaston, I really must go. Please come again soon, and thank

you for the drink. It was a pleasure.

Hello, my darling.

You was divinely. Thank you, my love.

I'll let you know when I'll be in for my next lesson.

Yes, madame.

I thought we'd meet honorary at Maxime's and... Oh.

At Maxime's? Thank you.

Monsieur.

Threatful man.

You seem to have lessons with him often enough.

Oh, he's an excellent teacher. I made amazing progress, but... But he's so

conceited, so superior in an inferior way.

I can't stand him.

Shall we go?

Gaston and Liane are joining me here at Maxim's tonight.

I'm giving a small party in honor of a heavenly creature I met this afternoon.

She's, pardon me, she's the sister of the heavenly creature I gave a party for

last night.

Oh,

what a marvelous place Maxime's is.

Not only gay and beautiful, but in one thing, unique.

In Maxime's, everybody minds his own business.

No one is the slightest bit interested in whom one is with.

Isn't she a mess?

Isn't she a sight?

Let's invite them out tomorrow night.

in his eye.

Isn't it a shame?

Isn't it a crime?

Seeing him so happy all the time.

There's Estona Shine with his little friend.

Is that passion never going to end?

Did you see her ring?

Not a bag of tail.

Dear Leanne is doing very well.

She's a lovable one tonight, isn't she? What is she up to?

She's so gay tonight.

She's like spring tonight.

She's a rollicking, frolicking thing tonight.

So disarming, soft and charming. She is not thinking of me.

No, she's not thinking of me.

In her eyes tonight, there's a glow tonight.

They're so bright they could light Fontainebleau tonight.

She's so gracious, so vivacious. She is not thinking of me.

Bless her little heart.

Crooked to the core.

Acting out of part.

What a rollicking, frolicking boy.

She's such fun tonight. She's a treat tonight.

You could spread her on bread. She's so sweet tonight.

So devoted, sugar-coated, that it's heartwarming to see.

Oh, she's simmering with love. Oh, she's shimmering with love. Oh, she's not

thinking of me.

She is not thinking of me.

Someone has set her on fire.

Is it Jacques? Is it Paul or Léon?

Who's turning her furnace up higher?

Oh, she's hot, but it's not for Gaston.

Oh, she's gay tonight. Oh, so gay tonight.

A gigantic romantic cliché tonight.

How she blushes, how she gushes, how she fills me with ennui.

She's so ooh-la-la-la, so untrue-la-la-la-la. Oh, she's not

thinking of me.

I knew she was up to something.

I knew it. There had to be a reason for last night.

But what was I to do?

Trail after her? Spy on her?

Sniff around like a bloodhound?

Of course not. Heaven knows I'm not jealous.

Thank you for that. Why should I follow her?

No reason at all. What did you do?

I hired detectives.

And the results are nauseating.

The Riverton agency just telephoned me that she and her oily acrobat arrived a

half an hour ago in a cozy little inn at Honfleur.

Well... Without skates.

Most... Disagreeable. Oh, come, my boy. You're not the first.

This sort of thing has happened before.

To some very good people.

Alfred de Musset, Victor Hugo, Napoleon.

Even to me. Isn't that true, Manuel?

Yes, indeed, sir. Many, many, many times.

Not that many.

But a skating instructor.

A skating instructor.

But it's always a skating instructor.

Or some such specimen.

Isn't that true, Manuel?

Absolutely, sir.

Do you remember dear little Madame Duhamel and Marmaluke the Terrible Turk?

There you are.

A wrestler from the Folies Bergères.

There was Madame Laurin and the Swimming Coats. Hurry up, Manuel.

And Madame d'Albert and the Riding Master, Mademoiselle Monique and the

Weightlifter, Madame Baucher and the Plumber.

That's enough, Manuel. You've made your point.

Here, put this in your mouth.

One can't be adorned one to one's valet, can one?

I only keep him to prevent him from talking to others.

Oh, calm, Gaston. Cheer up.

Cheer up?

I couldn't be in better spirits. Good.

I'm delighted the deadly affair is over. The woman was common.

Plainly and unmistakably common. From her painted toenails to the top of her

bleached head. I'm glad to be rid of her.

What do we do today?

What do we do?

You're going to enfleur, naturally.

Are you mad?

I never want to see the wretch again.

Of course you don't, but you're not going to let a woman have the last word,

are you?

Where is your sense of honor?

Your male patriotism?

Oh, no, sir, it's not... This is your uncle, Monsieur Gaston. He's an old

campaigner. How will you end it?

I'll write her a note.

There is no way of writing it without it raking of wounded pride.

Victor Hugo couldn't pull it off.

Then I'll telephone her.

And what will you say?

Liane, you deceived me with the skating instructor.

I never want to see you again.

You'll sound like a jealous schoolboy.

No, that's impossible.

That's true.

That's true. What do I do?

You go to Honfleur and throw her out like a man. No, no, no.

That's a ball.

Ball? Not at all.

It's pride.

Just imagine your chagrin when she sees you wandering and you find her with that

slippery signal.

What a moment supreme when she totters with a scream. What will she do?

Scream? What did yours do?

Scream? What do they all do?

Scream! It's a ball.

But think of the bliss, of the pleasure you would miss when she topples in a

heap. And you leave her there to weep on the floor.

It's a ball.

You must catch her if you can.

For the dignity of man.

Take advantage of the chance.

You owe it to France.

This is war.

All right.

But it's a ball.

Turn it around. Leave it there.

Gaston!

Terrible-looking rodent, isn't he?

Terrible, but typical.

Those chaps all look alike.

Oh, she looks older in the daylight.

Much older.

I don't envy him.

Neither do I.

She never kissed me like that.

How is she kissing him?

Wholeheartedly. Of course, what do you expect?

You're legitimate.

He's forbidden fruit.

When do we make our move?

Wait, wait.

Oh, Monsieur Lachaille, what a surprise.

I am honored. Don't speak. Come on. Get up. Wait, wait.

You are making a mistake.

It was just a coincidence, my meeting Madame here.

Yeah, it was a coincidence. I suppose that your lips just happened to meet in

a long, ardent, passionate... You keep out of this.

I don't want any discussions.

For 1,000 francs, this never happened.

You leave the Ice Palace and you disappear forever.

Ah, but... No buts. You're coming with us now, right this minute.

We'll take you to the nearest railroad station.

1,000 francs?

There is nothing more to be said.

Goodbye, madame. From the bottom of my heart, goodbye.

Leanne Dexamon has committed suicide.

Again.

No. I'm sorry, dear. What did you say?

No.

I didn't know he left her.

My word.

Of course.

Call me as soon as you hear anything.

Anything at all.

How marvellous.

Paris agog.

Why didn't you tell me that Gaston and Leanne had broken up?

I didn't know it.

It must have happened over the weekend.

When was the suicide?

Last night. How did she do it? The usual way.

Insufficient poison.

How many times has she done it now?

Good evening, Manuel.

Good evening, Honoré.

Gaston, my boy.

Congratulations.

Your first suicide.

Oh, what an achievement.

And at your age.

Like everyone else in Paris who were just talking about you. Thank you,

Honoré. I came over... May I add mine, sir? Thank you, thank you, Manuel.

I came over to get... It's a stunning victory.

Where is the champagne?

It's ready, sir. I came over to get away from the telephone.

I can imagine.

Any news from the corpse?

Fully recovered, according to late morning editions.

And how do you feel?

Oddly enough, I'm not quite sure.

Make a guess. Well, I'd say edgy.

Edgy? Yes, almost depressed.

I don't know why.

That must be a reason.

I suppose it's to be expected.

I'm told Verdi felt that way after the first performance of Aida.

Get a glass for yourself, Manuel. To you, Gaston.

May this be the first of many. Thank you.

Now, what about tonight?

Where do we go? What do we do?

Well, I don't know. I think I should consider what I do next very carefully.

I have actually been weighing the idea of going down to the country house for a

while.

You mean leave Paris?

Yes. Why not?

Why not?

That's the one thing you mustn't do.

Do you want people to think you're despondent?

Disturbed? If you leave, they will, you know.

Oh, no, no. That would be snatching the feet.

From the jaws of victory.

No, no, no. For the next few weeks, you should be out every night.

Maximes, Moulin Rouge, Precathlon.

The Precathlon is closed.

Open it. You must be carefree.

Devil may care.

A different girl every night. Keep them guessing who's next.

Play the game.

Be gay.

Extravagant.

Outrageous.

Thank you.

Grandmama, imagine Gaston bought out the opera last night and brought the entire

company to his house for a special performance.

I'll go.

Gaston, how are you? You look all in. Gigi, is your grandfather home? Yes, she

is.

The handle, yes.

Must be very rich to have a gold handle on your cane.

Gaston, what a nice surprise.

Don't let me disturb you, Mamita. I was just preparing dinner.

Smells awfully good.

Oh, it's just a poor cassoulet.

It was impossible to get any goose this week.

Well, I'll have them send you a brace from the country.

Gigi, I brought you some caramels. Oh, thank you, Gaston.

Gaston, you spoil herself.

No. The champagne is for you, Mamita.

Oh, Gaston.

You spoil me, too.

Be careful. You'll ruin your hands. It doesn't matter. I have a manicure every

morning. What a nuisance.

Gaston.

Not like that.

No? Like this.

All right.

Where are you going with that gorgeous tie? Let's not talk about it. I'm having

a small farewell dinner party for 200 at the Eiffel Tower.

Are you going away, Gaston? Yes, for the weekend.

Trouville, a little sea air before the next round of parties.

Is Trouville by the sea? Yes, yes, you little idiot. Where else do you expect

to find sea air? In the mountains?

Don't make fun of me. I've never been to the ocean.

What are you going to eat for dinner tonight?

Oh, uh...

Fillet of sole with mussels for a change.

And a lamb fillet with truffles.

It's always the same.

Can't compare with your grandmother's cassoulet.

Why don't you stay and have some with us?

I wish I could.

Why not?

All right.

I will.

What about the people who are waiting for you? My car's downstairs.

I'll send the chauffeur with my apologies.

My uncle will be the host.

Honoré? Yes. He'll do it very well.

Gaston, I'm dying to take a ride in your beautiful automobile.

Let me take it over and deliver it. If you want to. Here, tell the chauffeur to

take this to my uncle's house.

Thank you.

I can't wait to see the face of the janitor's. And after dinner... We'll

have a serious game of cards. And I'll beat you, as usual.

And you'll cheat, as usual.

Gaston, Gigi takes advantage of you.

Oh, let her, let her, Mamita.

It amuses me.

How is Honoré these days?

The same, the same.

A life devoted to the chase.

We've missed you, Gaston. We haven't seen you since the suicide.

Yes, I've had quite a full schedule lately.

Oh, so I've read.

Oh, you always do things in the grand manner.

Your parties have filled the newspapers.

Sometimes the cure is more painful than the illness.

But I have to do it. It's expected of me.

Oh, poor Gaston.

You're in a difficult position, aren't you?

Ah, yes, Mamita, yes. Very difficult.

See, the whole of Paris is watching me.

What are you talking of, Gaston?

The whole world is watching you.

Yes.

Yes, it's quite a responsibility.

Ten pounds of sugar.

Those aren't very high stakes.

If your sugar isn't that good, I'd rather play you for candy.

It's the same thing, only sugar is healthier.

You just say that because you make it.

Gigi, I heard that. Where are your manners?

It's all right, Mamita. It's all right.

If I lose, what would you really like?

Silk stockings? Oh, no, silk stockings make my legs itch. I discard one. What I

would really like is a Nile green corset with rococo roses embroidered on the

garters.

Or a new role for the player piano.

Or... Or what?

A look at the ocean.

All right. If I lose, I'll take you and Mamita to Trouville.

heard that, too.

Don't worry, Gaston.

Win or lose, Gigi, you will not impose us on poor Gaston for the weekend.

May I have a glass of champagne, Grandma?

Are you losing your mind? Of course you may not.

Three.

Is card one?

Let's see.

Cards are a matter of logic.

I know what I have, and I know how many you've drawn.

According to the percentages, you undoubtedly...

discarded a ten and a five, then a queen and a three.

You therefore must have two aces.

Two aces. And something smaller.

That's very interesting.

Therefore, I win.

And therefore, you lose.

You cheated.

Where did you get that fourth king?

I won, I won, I won!

Gypsy! You thief!

Your muttonhead, we go to Trouville?

Yes, yes, you go to Trouville. Hooray!

Grandmama, we go to Trouville!

No, Gasso, it's out of the question.

Not at all, I'd love it. Believe it or not, Mamita, I have a better time with

this outrageous brat of yours than anybody in Paris.

It'll be marvellous fun. What time tomorrow will we get? Can I watch you

play roulette? May I stay up late for supper?

You'll drive us wild.

Stop, you silly child.

Is everybody celebrated, full of sin and dissipated? Is it hot enough to blister?

Will I pee, you little sister? Gigi, you are absurd.

Now, not another word.

Gigi. Let her gush and jabber. Let her be enthused. I cannot remember when I

have been more amused. Stop it. Nicely invented champagne.

invented champagne they absolutely knew that all we'd want to do is fly to the

sky on champagne and shout to everyone inside that since the world

began no woman or man has ever been as happy as we are

tonight the night

they invented champagne

It's plain as it can be. They thought of you and me like they invented champagne.

They absolutely knew that all we want to do is fly to the sky on champagne and

shout to everyone in sight that since the world began, no woman or a man

has ever been as happy as we are.

I didn't know he would be at Trouville.

Who's that child he's with?

No, no, don't get... Me?

I'm here on very important business.

Hershey.

Thank you.

Cherie, I must tell you that you upset all my plans for the weekend.

May I?

Please.

How did I do that?

I came prepared for battle, and an old wound prevented me from charging.

I don't think she was your type anyhow, Honoré.

You were watching me?

Force of habit. When a pretty woman came by, I always had to watch you.

What good fortune brings you to Trouville?

I came with Gaston, Gigi.

You did?

Gigi is my granddaughter.

Oh, no, not your granddaughter.

Oh, yes.

Time does not stand still for all of us, Honoré.

Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous.

Oh, Gaston, such a dear man.

So sweet of him to bring... little Gigi and show her true veal.

She's having a glorious time.

And so is Gaston.

I haven't seen him this cheaper in years.

We had good times, too, didn't we?

Come to think of it, those last days we spent together were by the sea, weren't

they? Were they?

Of course they were.

On the Riviera.

The pink villa.

I only remember the blue villa.

Which was that?

The one belonging to the soprano.

Ah.

You knew.

But of course.

But I thought you left me because of that Austrian count.

But of course.

But you didn't.

I'll tell you about that blue villa, Mamita.

I was so much in love with you, I wanted to marry you.

Yes, it's true.

I was beginning to think of marriage.

Imagine, marriage, me.

Oh, no, I was really desperate.

I had to do something, and what I did was the soprano.

Thank you, Honoré. That is the most charming and endearing excuse for

infidelity that I have ever heard.

But I've never forgotten you.

Nor the last evening we spent together.

I can remember everything as if it were yesterday.

We met at nine.

We met at eight.

I was on time.

No, you were late.

Ah, yes.

I remember it well.

We dined with friends. We dined alone.

A tenor sang.

A baritone.

Ah, yes.

I remember it well.

Dazzling April moon.

There was none that night.

And the month was June.

That's right.

That's right. It warms my heart to know that you remember

still the way you do.

Ah, yes.

I remember it well.

Often I've thought of that Friday night when we had our last rendezvous.

And somehow I foolishly wondered if you might by some chance be thinking

of it too.

That carriage ride. You walked me home.

You lost a glove.

I lost a comb.

Yes, I remember it well.

That brilliant sky.

We had some rain.

Those Russian songs. From sunny Spain.

Ah, yes. I remember it well.

You wore a gown of gold.

I was all in blue.

Am I getting old?

Oh, no.

Not you.

How strong you were.

How young and gay, a prince of love in every way.

Oh, yes.

I remember.

Where is she? In the salon, madam. What's happened?

What's so important you couldn't even tell me off the telephone? We have

serious matters to discuss.

Collect yourself.

I don't... I doubt if I'll ever be able to.

Serious matters about what?

About Gigi.

Oh.

You were at Trouville over the weekend with Gaston Lachaille. Yes.

It was a dreadful mistake.

Dreadful mistake?

What are you talking about, Alicia?

My dear...

Sister, has it ever occurred to you that Gigi... Well...

Gigi.

Yes.

Gigi.

It's impossible.

It isn't if it's ruined at the beginning through lack of... And when, may I ask,

did I display any lack of tact? It was a most congenial weekend. So congenial

that Gaston returned Monday morning, cancelled all engagements and left Paris

that same evening for Monte Carlo.

He did?

He did.

For how long? For what they describe as an extended stay.

But why?

It doesn't matter why.

It may be a blessing in disguise.

It gives us time. Time for what?

For Gigi's lessons, of course.

You must see to it that she's here every day.

Do you really think it's a chance? What's a chance that we must take?

From now on, dear sister, it's work, work, work.

Lessons, lessons, lessons.

Now pick up the coffee pot with one hand and the cup and saucer with the other.

Always both.

Never the coffee pot alone.

Like this, Aunt?

You must have a grip on the saucer that is firm, but not obviously so.

The saucer must seem so much a part of your fingers that one would think it

could only be removed by surgery.

Now pour, and be sure the coffee pot is upright before you take the cup away.

There must be no drops.

Now, give it to me.

I don't take any, but be sure and always ask about cream and sugar.

Now, serve yourself.

And remember the firm grip.

No, the coffee pot first.

Now, we will try to once

more remember.

You will go to the door properly, turn, walk in properly and sit down properly.

Now, go on.

And not like a marionette. Keep your shoulders level.

Now turn.

Walk back and sit down.

Now don't flop into the chair.

Insinuate yourself.

That's better. Now rise and exit the same way.

Oh, don't jump up.

You hold the glass like this.

Charles, some more wine for mademoiselle.

Now, watch me.

Try it.

Oh, don't gulp it. Sip it a little at a time.

Fill mademoiselle's glass, Charles.

Enjoy the aroma.

On your first sip, hold it on the roof of your mouth for a moment and breathe

through your nose. Then you will feel the flavor.

Did you feel the perfume?

No. Well, try it again.

A bad year will be sharp.

A good year, which this is, of course.

This little waffle.

Hello, Gigi.

Come in.

Gaston.

How good to see you. Mamita. Oh, I have a present for you.

What's the matter with her?

Everything. Oh, don't you look well.

Did you have a nice trip?

How was Monte Carlo this year?

Well, the sea is blue, the palm trees are green.

The sun is yellow.

It all makes a lovely postcard.

Just as it should be.

Actually, it's a bore.

One has to be as rich as you, Gaston, to be bored at Monte Carlo.

Oh, I brought Gigi some caramels. Really, Gaston, you spoil her too much.

Would you like a cup of chamomile tea?

Please, please, Mamita.

Look, Gaston, four yards of material in a skirt.

Well, don't I look great, ladies?

You look like an organ grinder's monkey.

An organ grinder's monkey?

What happened to your little Scotch dress and that ridiculous collar?

And what's wrong with that collar?

It makes you look like a giraffe with a goiter.

With all the talk there is about you, Gaston, I've never heard it said you had

any taste in clothes.

Vicky, have you gone mad?

How dare you speak to Gaston like that? Apologize.

Apologize at once.

I certainly will not. This is a beautiful dress.

Gaston, please, I beg of you, wait. She's going to apologize. Is this the

education she gets from you and your sister, madame?

My congratulations to you both.

Vicky, what have you done to him?

Why did he fly off the handle?

He knew I'd answer him back. You ungrateful little thing. How can you be

rude to Gaston when he's been so good to us? And just when we were trying so hard

to make an elegant young lady out of you and to show you off to your best

advantage.

Grandmama, you must admit one doesn't have to turn oneself inside out for an

old friend like Gaston.

It's silly.

It's absolutely silly.

decided your new dress may not be as bad as all that.

I didn't see it properly, and perhaps I was a bit cruel. And to prove it, I'll

take you for a drive in it, and we'll have tea at the reservoir in Versailles.

Would you like that? Oh, I'd love it.

Grandmama, Gaston wants to take me to tea at the reservoir.

Oh, you've come back, Gaston. How tolerant you are.

I hadn't really gone.

Grandmama, we're going to tea at the reservoir.

No, you're not.

I'm sorry, Gaston.

What do you mean?

Oh, Grandmama, please.

Gigi, go to your room for a moment.

I have to talk to Gaston about something.

No, Grandmama.

Gigi, do as you're told.

Well, Mamita, what does this mean?

Something has changed here lately.

I can feel it.

Sit down, Gaston.

Please.

Gaston, you know my friendship for you. My friendship and my gratitude.

But I must not forget my duty.

Gigi's mother, as you know, has neither the time nor the mind to take care of

her. And Gigi isn't just another girl.

She's special.

For years now, you've been giving her candies and trinkets and she adores you.

And now you want to take her in your automobile to the reservoirs for tea.

If it were just you and I, I would say take Gigi wherever you want. I would

trust her with you anywhere.

But there are others, Gaston.

You are known everywhere.

For a woman to go out with you alone, especially now with the eyes of Paris on

you, well... Are you... Trying to make me believe that if Gigi goes out with

me, she'll be compromised?

Let us say she would be labeled.

A young girl who goes out with you is no longer an ordinary young girl.

Not even a respectable young girl.

Mamita, this is absurd.

As far as you are concerned, it would be just another news item.

But in this case, I would not have the heart to laugh about it when I read it

in the newspaper.

Mamita, this is all too ridiculous to discuss any further.

I don't want to...

contradict you, and I don't want to argue about it. If you feel you are

protecting Gigi from some cruel fate, that's your affair.

I understand responsibility to Gigi better than you, Gaston.

I'll do all I can to entrust her only to a man who'll be able to say, I'll take

care of her.

I'll answer for her future.

Now, can I get you your chamomile tea, Gaston?

No. No, thank you, I. I have an appointment, and I'm late already.

But forgive me if I wonder, madame, whom you are keeping her for? Some underpaid

bank clerk who'll marry her and give her four children in three years? Gaston,

you're upset. Please, please. To see her married in white in some dingy little

church to a plumber who'll give her nothing but a worthless name and a

squalor of good intentions?

Very well, madame, very well.

If that's your ambition, inflict your misery in the name of respectability!

I pity you! I pity you all!

Upset! What utter rubbish!

Pierre, do I look upset?

Yes, monsieur, you do.

Upset.

Upset indeed.

She's a babe.

Just a babe.

Still cavorting in her crib, eating breakfast with a bib, with her baby

teeth and all her baby curls.

She's a tot.

Just a tot.

Good for bouncing on your knees. I am positive that she doesn't even know that

boys aren't girls.

She's a snip.

Just a snip.

Making dreadful baby noise, having fun with all her toys. Just a chickadee who

needs a mother hen.

She's a cub, a papoose. You could never turn her loose. She's too infantile to

take her from a pen.

Of course that we... Tend in Trouville, in spite of all her youthful zeal,

she was exceedingly polite, and on the whole a sheer delight.

And if it wasn't joy galore, at least not once was she a bore, that I recall.

No, not at all.

Ah, she's a child, a silly child, adolescent to her toes, and good heaven,

how it shows.

Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got.

She's a child. A clumsy child.

She's as swollen as a grape. And she doesn't have a shade. Where a figure

ought to be, it is not.

Just a child.

A growing child.

But so backward for her years. If a boy her age appears, I am certain he will

never call again.

She's a scamp and a brat. Doesn't know where she is at.

Unequipped and undesirable to men.

I must, in truth, confess that in that brand new little dress, she

looked surprisingly mature and had a definite allure.

It was a shock, in fact, to me.

A most amazing shock to see the way it clung.

On one. So young.

She's a girl. A little girl.

Getting older, it is true, which is what they always do till that unexpected hour

when they blossom like a flower.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

But... But... There's sweeter music when she

speaks, isn't there?

A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there?

Could I be wrong?

Could it be so?

Oh, where, oh, where did Gigi go?

Gigi, am I a fool without a mind, or have I merely been too blind to

realize?

Oh, Gigi, why you've been growing up before my eyes.

Gigi, you're not at all that funny, awkward little girl

I knew.

Oh, no, overnight there's been a breathless change

in you.

Oh, Gigi, while you were trembling on the brink, was I out

yonder somewhere blinking at a star?

Oh, Gigi, have I been standing up too close or back too

far?

When did your sparkle turn to fire and your warmth become

desire? Oh, what miracle has made you

the way you are?

Oh,

no, I was mad not to have seen the change

in you.

Oh, Gigi, while you were trembling on the brink, was I out yonder somewhere

blinking at a star?

Oh, Gigi, have I been standing up too close or back too

far?

When did your sparkle turn to fire and your

warmth become desire?

Or what miracle has made you the way

you are?

Mamita, are you alone?

Yes. Good.

I have an important business matter to discuss with you.

Now, now let us recapitulate.

To begin with, he said she would be spoiled as no other... He said she would

be spoiled as no other woman has ever been before.

It's all right, but it's a bit vague.

I like everything spelled out. Did he say precisely where she would live? He

said a suitable house on the Avenue Dubois.

You're sure?

Of course.

Very good.

Serpents? Yes, he mentioned serpents.

What about an automobile?

I think so. I'm not quite sure. He must have an automobile and a chauffeur.

I'm sure he didn't mean to be evasive or ungenerous. He suggested that you and I

and our lawyer meet at his lawyer tomorrow and draw it up in detail.

You call him and tell him to bring his lawyer to our lawyer.

We'll draw it up in detail.

You mustn't be suspicious, Alicia.

Gigi doesn't know yet.

How could she just left me at the door? But he wants to have dinner with her

this evening.

When you speak to Gigi, be sure and stress the difficulties of the situation

rather than the delights, the role she will have to play.

She's a naive, thoughtless girl.

You must warn her not to ask him for the moon. Not only will he not give it to

her... Don't worry about her.

You think she's like you.

Actually, you don't know her. There's no meanness in her at all. Thank you very

much. I mean, she has no ambition. I understand it now.

He should send a present before tonight.

Now let me know what it is. Yes.

Yes, I will.

Hello, Gaston.

Oh,

thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Yes, I know.

Do you want to?

Or don't you?

I don't want to.

I really don't know what you want. You told Grandmother... I know what I told

your Grandmother. We don't have to repeat it.

You just tell me simply what you don't want, and tell me what you do want.

Do you mean that?

Well, you told grandmama that you wanted to take care of me. To take care of you

beautifully.

Beautifully, that is, if I like it.

They've pounded into my head that I'm backward for my age, but I know very

well what all this means.

To take care of me beautifully means that I shall go away from here with you

and that I shall sleep in your bed.

Please, Gilles, I beg of you, you embarrass me.

You weren't embarrassed to talk to Grandmama about it.

And Grandmama wasn't embarrassed to talk to me about it.

But I know more than she told me. I know that to take care of me means that I

shall have my photograph in all the papers, that I shall go to the Riviera,

to the races at Deauville.

And when we have a fight, it will be in all the columns the next day.

And when you'd give me up once and for all, as you did when you'd had enough of

Inès de Cévennes.

Who's been filling your head with all these old stories?

How do you know about that?

Why shouldn't I know?

You're world famous.

I know about the woman who stole money from you, the countess who wanted to

shoot you, the American who wanted you to marry her. I know what everybody

knows. These aren't the things we have to talk about together, Gigi.

That's all in the past.

Over and done with.

Yes, Gaston.

until it begins again.

It's not your fault you're world famous.

It's just that I haven't got a world famous sort of nature.

When it's over and done with, Gaston Lachaille goes off with another lady,

and I have only to go into another gentleman's bed.

That won't do for me.

I'm not changeable. That won't do for me.

Grandma, my aunt Alicia on your side, I know, but I think this concerns me a

little too.

And I think I should have something to say about it.

And what I say is it won't work. It won't work.

Gigi.

Gigi, are you trying to find a way to tell me that I don't please you, that

you don't like me? Oh, no, Gaston.

Oh, no, I do like you.

I'm so happy when I'm with you.

Oh, Gaston, couldn't we go on just as we are?

Maybe sing each other a little more often?

As you're an old friend of the family, nobody will think anything of it.

You can go on bringing me licorice and caramels and champagne on my birthday,

and on Sundays we can have an extra special game of cards.

Wouldn't that be a lovely little life?

A wonderful little life, Gigi.

Except that you forget one thing.

I'm in love with you.

You never told me.

And you want to drag me into a life that will make me suffer.

You're in love with me and you think nothing of exposing me to all sorts of

terrible adventures.

Ending in quarrels, separations, pistol shots, send them here.

Gigi, Gigi, please listen to me. Oh, I should never believe this of you. Never,

never, never.

What's the matter?

What's happened?

She doesn't seem to want to. Doesn't want to? What do you mean? I mean she

doesn't want to. Sissy, are you going out of your mind?

Gaston, as God is my witness, I explained it to her. Believe me, I did.

You explained too much.

You've trained this child to know nothing but the sordid and the vulgar.

But what about kindness, sweetness, benevolence? What of the tender heart

bulging with generosity?

These things exist too, madam, or have you never heard of them?

Europe is breeding a generation of vandals and ingrates.

Children are coming into the world with ice-covered souls and hatchets in their

hands. And before they have finished, they'll smash everything beautiful and

decent. Have a piece of cheese.

No, thank you.

I envy you, uncle. I envy you your rage.

For you, it was different.

You've been keen and good, and it's been appreciated.

But not anymore.

It's over.

All over. Well, I'm sorry to hear it.

A little salad?

No, thank you.

Imagine this, if you can.

It is a girl living in a moldy apartment, decaying walls, worm-ridden

furniture, surrounded by filth. You're ruining my lunch. Nothing to look

forward to but abject poverty.

My heart was touched.

I wanted to help her.

I offered her everything.

House, car, servants, clothes, and me.

And? She turned me down.

Turned you down?

Turned me down.

Oh, it's impossible.

It's not impossible at all. It just happened.

Obviously, that disgusting apartment she lives in has driven her mad. Her

grandmother was delighted, of course. Grandmother? Yes, Mamita. But Gigi? No,

no, no, no. Not Gigi. She refused me. She turned me down. I was refused,

rejected, rebuffed, and repudiated.

Well, they're a very peculiar family.

With peculiar ideas.

I negotiated with them myself once. With me, one casual bit of grazing in another

pasture. And the gate was slammed behind me.

What did you do when she turned you down?

I left immediately.

Bravo! The absolutely right thing to do.

Of course.

And when she sends for you, which you realize she will. Of course, I know she

will. This is plainly a maneuver for better term.

Don't you go back. Go back? I wouldn't go back for anything in the world. After

all, you behaved like a perfect gentleman.

There is no question about it. You made your offer in good faith.

Before any emotional advance, an act of the purest chivalry. I wouldn't know how

to do it any other way. And if she doesn't appreciate the nobility of your

conduct, if she uses the beauty of your nature as a weapon, for bargaining,

then she's obviously not worth the chivalry or the nobility.

It's no one's fault. You're too good for her.

Do you know how long it will take you to forget her?

By tomorrow noon at the latest.

So now, why don't you consult your little book and meet me at Maxime's

tonight? Splendid idea.

I would suggest a redhead.

Try Michelle.

I saw her last night and she looked heavenly.

I'll call her at once. You should. She doesn't have many good years left. See

you at nine? Nine sharp. Nine. Goodbye, Nore.

Poor

boy.

Poor boy.

Downhearted and depressed and in a spin.

Poor boy, poor boy.

Oh, youth can really do a fellow in.

How lovely to sit here in the shade with none of the woes of man

and maid. I'm glad I'm not young anymore.

The rivals that don't exist at all The feeling you're only two feet

tall I'm glad that I'm not young anymore

No more confusion No morning

after surprise No self-delusion That

when you're telling those lies

She isn't wise.

And even if love comes through the door, the can that goes on forevermore,

forevermore is shorter than before.

The tiny remark that tortures you.

The fear that your friends won't like her too.

I'm glad I'm not young anymore.

The longing to end a stale affair until you find out she doesn't care.

I'm glad that I'm not young anymore.

No more frustration.

No star-crossed lover am I.

No aggravation.

Just one reluctant reply.

Lady, goodbye.

The fountain of youth is dull as paint.

Methuselah is my patron saint.

I've never been so comfortable before.

I'm going out.

Order me a carriage immediately.

Charles! Yes, madame. Right away, madame.

Now, would you repeat that again, please?

She doesn't want to.

She doesn't want to?

She doesn't want to.

Such stupidity is without equal in the entire history of human relations.

You must have emphasized all the difficulties instead of the delights.

What did you say to the little monster?

Oh, no, Alicia.

She is perhaps a little slow about certain things, but just because she's

not attracted to Gaston Lachaille doesn't make her a little monster.

Doesn't make her a little princess.

What did you say to her?

Did you tell her about love, travel, moonlight, Italy, about hummingbirds in

all the flowers and making love in a gardenia-scented garden?

I couldn't tell her that, Alicia. I've never been further than the Riviera.

Couldn't you have invented it?

No, Alicia, I could not.

It's incredible.

Incredible! Where is she?

Perhaps I should talk to her again and tell her what she's missing.

It's the glory of romance.

Forgetting everything in the arms of the man who adores you.

Listening to the music of love in an eternal spring.

And when eternal spring is over?

What difference does that make? It makes a great difference to Gigi, and shall I

tell you something? I'm not sure I don't agree with her.

You're a fool when your granddaughter takes after you.

Oh, I think of the time and effort I've lavished on that idiotic child when I...

I received a note from Gigi. She said she wanted to see me.

Of course.

Of course.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

You know my sister?

My dear Mr. Lachaille, what a pleasant surprise.

And how is your enchanting father?

He has diabetes.

Well, if one is in the sugar business and your attractive mother, well, I

hope.

I've been thinking.

I'd rather be miserable with you than without you.

Thank you.

Say a prayer for me tonight.

I'll need every prayer that you can spare to get me by.

Say a prayer and while you're praying, keep

on saying she's much too young to die.

whispers my

I thought perhaps we might go to Siena in July, beginning of the season.

And when do we go to Deauville, Gaston?

At the end of August.

Of course, it isn't absolutely necessary.

If you'd rather not... Oh, don't say it. I'd love to go.

Especially to the casino.

You know how much I love to gamble.

Would you like more coffee?

I'll do it.

Because I don't think the roulette wheel will be as easy to beat as you are.

Thank you.

Nor as easy to cheat. You always knew that I cheated, didn't you?

Thank you.

How do you know Madame Dunard?

Oh, I know all about Madame Dunard. Do you see her pearls?

Yes.

Dipped.

Dipped? Dipped.

Not worth a sou.

The poor thing doesn't know it.

It's just a matter of time now.

Would you like to dance?

Oh, I'd love to.

What an evening.

Don't you think so, darling?

Gaston, my boy, I waited for you. Good evening, Honoré. Good evening, Monsieur

Lachaille. Good evening.

Do you know what we're going to do?

We are going to... Gigi?

What's that in your breast pocket?

I'm sorry. What is it?

It's a present for you.

Wouldn't you like to see it?

Oh, no, not now.

Later. I'd rather dance with you.

May I see it now?

The present.

Oh.

Oh, Gaston, that's beautiful.

Oh, that's simply beautiful.

Oh, what a color.

Only the most beautiful emeralds contain that miracle of elusive blue.

Oh, Gaston, what taste you have.

If I may say so, much better than your taste in clothes.

Oh, Gaston, may I put it on? The clasp is a bit tricky.

Why don't you ask the lady in the powder room to help you? Oh, yes, of course.

Thank you.

Oh,

Gaston.

Gaston.

My dear, dear, dear boy.

How did it happen? She changed her mind?

Obviously. How delicious.

Did you have to improve the arrangement?

Please, don't be vulgar.

Oh, she looks adorable.

So fresh. So eager.

So young.

It's the sophisticated women who get boring so quickly.

What can they give you?

Everything but surprise.

But with someone like Gigi, she can amuse you for months.

Oh,

I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to tell Manuel.

Good night. Good night.

I don't understand.

What's wrong?

Thank you.

Gaston, please.

No newspapers, no scandal.

Madame, will you do me the honor, the favor?

Give me the infinite joy of bestowing on me Gigi's hand in marriage.

Thank heaven.

Thank heaven for little girl.