Original subtitles

(airplane engine whirring)

("Wedding March")

("Here Comes the Bride")

- [Mother] Oh, you look lovely.

- Lovely?

Lovely for what?

All dressed up and no place to go.

Left waiting at the altar.

No bridegroom.

- He'll be here.

- I told that addlepated irresponsible man

that if he ever kept me waiting again,

he'd be sorry for it!

- Shh, Sheila, please.

- Doesn't that man think there's

anything important about getting married?

About getting married to me?!

- Control yourself.

Our guests.

- Our guests, they're probably whistling through

their fingers and stamping their feet,

if they're still here.

- Sheila, you mustn't.

You mustn't, dear.

- Oh, a bridal bouquet.

Pretty thing, isn't it?

(phone ringing)

Hello!

Where's the bridegroom?

Well, that's what I'd like to know!

Where's the bridegroom?

- Now, now, now, now, dear,

calm yourself.

Calm yourself.

You'll spoil everything.

Think of those people downstairs.

- That's what I am thinking about.

They came here to see a wedding, didn't they?

Well, they're going to see one.

- But you can't have a wedding without a bridegroom.

- There'll be a bridegroom.

Who's downstairs?

Fred, George...

Get Henry for me!

- Henry?!

Henry who?

- Henry Tuttle my lawyer.

- Oh, but you don't need a lawyer.

- Oh, yes I do.

Now, are you going or am I?

- I'm going.

- No bridegroom, eh?

Well, we'll see.

- Oh, there you are.

Henry, something has happened to Sheila.

Come at once.

- What's wrong?

- You've always gotten me out of jams before,

haven't you Henry?

- Yeah, plenty of them.

- Well, this is the biggest one I was ever in,

and you've got to get me out of it.

- How?

- Marry me.

- Oh, you can't do this!

It's crazy!

It's mad!

- Mother, this is my wedding not yours.

It's all very simple,

and you're an attorney.

All, you'd have to do is change the license.

- No, you can't, dear.

This is horrible, horrible.

- What about Eric?

- Are you going to argue or marry me?

- Are you serious?

- Do I look playful?

- Give me that license.

- Leave me waiting at the church, will he?

(train whistle blows)

(knocking)

Come in.

- How are you doing?

- Oh, all right.

Oh no, isn't that silly?

- Well, it's not so silly.

That's an old custom that has a great deal of significance.

- Well, it's silly to me.

Anyway, it's all over, thank goodness.

- Right.

You know, I never thought I'd be lucky

enough to manage this.

- Oh, you were wonderful, really.

Except for a little nervousness.

And I'm very grateful, Henry.

Eric would have shown up, eventually,

but this will teach him a lesson.

Next time, he'll be more punctual.

- Next time?

- Yes.

Oh, would you put this over here?

I won't be so lenient with him.

- I may be a little bit stupid,

but just where does our marriage fit into this picture?

- Oh, our marriage is a purely social gesture

to save a purely social situation.

- I see.

Bridegroom fails to show,

I double for bridegroom,

save your face,

and help teach a bridegroom to be

a better boy hereafter.

- Exactly.

I wouldn't be surprised if Eric took a plane

and came right down after us.

- Just how long do you calculate

you'll need my services as a stand-in?

- Oh, not long.

As soon as the publicity dies down,

I'll go to Reno, and it all very quietly,

and everything will be straightened out for everybody.

You could use a vacation, Henry.

Oh, here it is!

- What?

- Our wedding present from Aunt Letitia.

A picture of Eric as a baby.

- Pardon me, please.

- Why are you going?

- Going out to the club car

and get quietly but effectively plastered.

- Well, I think this will do very nicely,

don't you, Henry?

- It's comfortable.

Homelike.

- Oh, it's charming.

Too bad there's only one bedroom.

But...

Yes, I think you'll manage quite nicely on the couch.

- Is there anything else, sir?

- No, that's all.

- Thank you, sir.

- It's unusually hot for this time of year, isn't it?

- Yes, it is, sir.

- Henry, have you got...

Oh yes.

- Thank you.

- Well, the trunks are here.

Now, we can start getting into something cool.

- Good.

(knocking)

- What is it, Henry?

- Do you mind if I come in and get

a few things out of my trunk?

- Oh, wait just a minute.

You may come in now, Henry.

Little snookums.

Henry, be careful.

- Sorry.

I hope my trunk being in your room won't embarrass you.

- Not at all.

Why should it?

Henry, would you move those over onto that bed

because I have decided to sleep here.

I like the light on my right.

- Right.

- Yes, right.

I hope you won't be too uncomfortable on the divan.

- Oh, not at all, not at all.

I'll be as comfortable there as anywhere.

Practically.

- Well, it's too bad we had dinner on the train.

Otherwise, we might've killed some time.

We can play cards.

- Honeymoon bridge.

- Perfect.

- Ducky.

(band music playing)

- What a marvelous orchestra.

- Should be, it's Georgie Stoll's.

- Why Henry, I didn't know you knew

orchestra leaders' names.

- Well, I guess I must've read it on one

of the cards they leave around the rooms.

Would you like to dress and go down?

- Oh, no, people might look at us archly,

and I can't endure being looked archly at, can you?

- What?

- Archly, you know.

- Never archly.

(doorbell buzzing)

- Excuse me.

Ah, there you are.

- Oh, how sweet.

Oh, it's wonderful.

Oh, isn't that lovely?

Oh, oh, they're from you.

Well, it's very thoughtful of you, Henry.

Here, put them in water.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Who?

Henry, it's for you.

- Thanks, kiddo.

Hello?

Oh, hello there, how are you?

Why yes.

Yeah, well, thanks a lot.

The newspapers?

No, no I haven't.

A what?!

A caveman?

(laughs)

Oh yes, that's me all over.

A fast worker.

No, I don't give them a chance to think.

Oh yes, we're very, very happy.

Yes, indeed.

Well, I want you to meet my wife.

She's an awfully nice little person.

Very much of a homebody,

you know that sort of thing.

No, no, I'm glad you called.

Tomorrow, oh fine.

Right-o.

Goodbye.

Sorry.

- Well?

- My play?

- No, I mean who was it?

- Who?

- On the phone?

- Oh, an old fellow.

- After all, I have a right to know

with whom you talk.

I am your wife.

- Huh?

- Well, he was a chap I used to know in law school.

He has a cottage around here somewhere.

You'll meet him.

- I don't want to meet him.

I want to know what he said.

- Oh, he said he wanted to meet you.

- Henry Tuttle, he said something about the newspapers.

Now, what was it?

- Oh, the newspapers.

(doorbell buzzing)

Excuse me.

The traffic seems to be getting terrific.

- Telegram?

- Mmm.

- For you?

- Mmm.

- Nothing serious, I hope.

- Oh no, no.

It's all in fun.

- Just saw your ad in the headlines.

Headlines, newspapers.

Here we are free, self-respecting,

upstanding, independent American citizens

pursued and persecuted by the press!

- Well, maybe they annoy you,

but you've been in the headlines before.

- Oh, I wouldn't expect you to appreciate it,

but this is different.

Can't a girl even get married

without it being smeared all over the country

in every sensational publication?!

- It was that kind of a marriage.

- A what?!

- A natural for the reporters.

- Oh, a natural.

Well, I call it unnatural,

inhuman, and disgusting.

Well, is nothing sacred?

Have they no respect for the bonds of matrimony?!

(doorbell buzzing)

Stay where you are, I'll answer that.

Oh Eric, how nice to see you.

- Where is he?

Well?

- Well?

- Don't you think you owe me an explanation?

- Oh Eric don't-

- No, Sheila, please.

This is between Tuttle and myself.

You stole my fiancee.

- That's between Sheila and me.

You didn't show up.

- That's between me and Sheila.

(phone ringing)

- Telephone, excuse me.

Hello?

Reporters?

- No reporters.

- No reporters.

- Have you seen this?

(laughs)

Well, if you're going to take that attitude.

- Oh Eric, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Henry's really been very kind and considerate.

And he sent me those lovely flowers.

- Oh, he did, did he?

- Uh-huh.

No, the roses.

- Thanks!

Thanks for the flowers,

but would you mind holding them like that?

A little higher.

Watch the birdie.

Snap it, boys.

Grab it.

- Was there a fight?

- No.

- Your mother objected to the match?

- No.

- Another woman?

- Of course not.

- Broken engagement several times?

- Well, yes.

- Reynolds kidnapped?

- No, absurd.

- Are you both happy?

- Oh, yes, indeed we're very, very happy.

Aren't we, darling?

- Yes.

- Take it, boys.

- And how's everything by you, Reynolds?

- Mind giving us a statement?

- Well, aren't they both my closest friends?

Their happiness is mine.

- Ah, thanks, that's all we wanted to know.

C'mon boys, let's go.

And your happiness is ours.

Well, we'll be seeing you.

- Now, look here, Tuttle,

I'm warning you as man to man.

(doorbell buzzing)

- Hold it, I'll be right back.

Another surprise, Sheila.

- Ah, champagne.

And from Uncle Fred.

I'll get another glass.

- Well, this is something.

Pol Roger '27.

- Here it is.

- You know, this was a very happy thought

on Uncle Fred's part, darling.

- Darling?

Tuttle, I resent that.

In fact, I resent everything.

Sheila, what have you got to say for yourself?

- What have I...

What have you got to say for yourself?

Where were you?

Did you forget there was a wedding?!

- I went to a movie.

- A movie?!

Henry, did you hear that?

He went to a movie.

- How was the show, Eric?

- I don't know.

I went to sleep.

- Asleep?!

- Now, listen Sheila, you know I wouldn't deliberately go.

As a matter of fact, there was

a little bachelor party last night,

and well, when I woke up this morning,

I was at a movie.

- You know, I've always wondered what sort

of people go to movies early in the morning.

- Well, now you know.

Ah, I think that's sweet.

- For you, Eric.

- Thank you.

- To the bride.

- To Sheila.

- To Uncle Fred, heaven bless him.

- Uncle Fred.

- Bless him.

- To three on a honeymoon.

- Oh, I think that's sweet.

- And to those who go to movies early in the morning.

(giggles)

- Now, look here, Tuttle!

I resent that!

- That's the third time today you've resented something.

What are you going to do about it?

- Don't you hit him, Eric!

- Very well, dear, if it makes you feel any happier.

- Yes, and we'll talk the whole thing over

in the morning at breakfast.

- Yes, alone.

You shouldn't have stopped me.

I ought to thrash him.

- Oh, don't, Eric, no.

- Well, perhaps another time.

Good night, my sweet.

- Good night.

I resent your attitude toward Eric.

- Now, don't you start resenting things.

- Ah, too much, eh?

Well, I hope you'll be able to sleep it off.

- What, on that thing?

Do you mind if I go in and get

some more things out of my trunk?

- Oh, no, no, it's all right.

This must be very unsatisfactory for you, Henry.

- That's putting it mildly.

- I meant about your trunk.

- Well, of course.

What do you think I meant?

- Well, one hardly knows.

Frankly, you amaze me.

- I'm just an average, normal individual.

A fact that you seem to have completely overlooked.

- Oh, well, now we're going to have to try to get along.

I don't want people to think you're only my lawyer.

- With Eric hanging around on this honeymoon,

who are they going to think I am?

- Oh now, wait a minute.

Just because we're in a situation that's a little awkward,

there's no reason for you to lose your temper.

- My temper?

I'm losing my identity.

- That's right.

Shout at me

Shout at me!

- I'll tell you one thing.

Reynolds has got to clear out of here.

- Is that so?!

I suppose you think you can tell me

who will and who will not stay in this hotel.

- [Henry] What else do you think we're doing here?!

You want to stay or run off?!

- That's right, keep it up!

Keep it up!

Well, whether you like it or not,

he's going to stay here.

He's going to stay because I want him here.

We planned and planned this honeymoon,

and the places we'd go,

and the things we'd do,

and we're going to do them!

- All right, go ahead and do them!

Do anything you please!

But I'm pulling out of this business

of being pushed around.

First, I get pushed into marrying you,

and then, you start pushing me out!

- Now, Henry, please.

- Now, listen to me.

I've been in love with you for years.

You knew that,

that's why you asked me to marry you,

and that's why I married you!

At the same time, I don't think you're perfect.

I do think you have possibilities.

- Now, see here, Henry Tuttle!

- The point is this,

you're a spoiled, willful, headstrong brat.

Now, take this business of you marrying me off hand.

It was quite in-keeping with your general arrogance.

- Well, Henry, I can't understand you.

You've always been so kind and patient.

- Yeah, but from now on things are going to be different.

You just bear that in mind, Mrs. Tuttle,

and everything will be fine and dandy.

- I'm sorry I ever married you, Henry Tuttle!

- Give me a pillow and some covers!

I resent it.

- Henry.

Henry?

Now, you mustn't feel bad about last night.

We're all a little on edge from the champagne.

Henry.

Henry.

Oh!

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- You look very domestic.

- I'd rather you didn't sleep on the balcony.

The windows and the people.

- Oh, I didn't sleep on the balcony.

- Oh, you didn't.

- No.

- Where were you?

- Out.

- All night?

- Mm-hm.

That's a habit of mine.

Sometimes I come in late.

Sometimes I never come in at all.

- Oh.

- Would you like some breakfast?

Could I send some up for you?

- I'm having breakfast with Eric.

- Oh, I forgot.

Will you give my apologies to the dear boy

for my attitude last night.

He's an awfully nice chap.

- Thank you.

- See you later.

- You going someplace?

- No.

- Well, what might that be?

- It might be laundry.

- Well, why don't you call the boy,

and have him come for it?

- Flannels, I wash them myself.

- Oh.

(people talking)

(people splashing in the pool)

Thank you.

You go ahead and order.

I haven't made up my mind.

- All right.

A large tomato juice, porridge,

kippered herring, bacon, two eggs,

white toast, and a pot of tea.

- Grapefruit, toast, and coffee.

- Doris, is that the lucky bridegroom?

- Lucky, not the bridegroom.

- Oh, I don't know.

The gal has her points.

- Have you forgiven me?

- Yes.

- Did you sleep well, my sweet?

- Yes, and you?

- Never closed my eyes, dear girl.

I just kept thinking and thinking.

- Well, you haven't lost your appetite.

- Oh, no, but I couldn't help worrying.

You know, we Reynolds always do.

You look so beautiful.

- Thank you.

- [Women] Henry!

Come on!

Give us a dive!

(women clapping)

- Why, it's Henry.

- Don't be silly.

- Well, of course, it is.

I'd know him anywhere.

(women clapping)

Did you see that?

- No.

- Well, he just did a whole one and a part of another one.

- You mean one and a quarter.

Very easy.

- [Women] More, more!

- All right, show's over.

Thank you.

- [Woman] Where are you going now?

What are you going to do tonight?

- I have a date with a couple of rabbits.

(women groaning)

Bye, girls.

- [Women] Bye!

- Oh, hello, Sheila.

Hi, Eric.

- Hi.

- Well, what do you make of that?

- Wonder if I can file my application.

- Hmm.

- I didn't know you could swim, Henry.

I thought if you fell in the water you'd drown.

- Well, you see I-

- You see, it was like this.

When he was six feet old,

his father took him out on a boat

and threw him into 11 years of water.

- And it's been sink or swim ever since.

Thanks, old boy.

I've had breakfast.

I'll see you later.

- [Women] Come over here!

- Girls, don't get your feet wet now.

- You know, Henry, rather amazes me.

- The whole thing's rather amazing.

Point is, what are we going to do about him?

- Now, don't you worry.

I can handle Henry, all right.

- Is this toast brown enough for you, dear?

- Yes, I think so.

Two lumps, dearest?

- That's right, angel.

- Cream, honey?

- Just a spot, baby.

- I suppose it's modern and all that,

but I think it's outrageous.

- What?!

Look at that!

Why, they've no right to print that!

I'll sue them!

- Well, it doesn't do you justice, Eric,

it really doesn't.

- Justice?

Justice, is that all you can say?!

- Eric, not so loud.

Oh, look there they are again.

- Come on, Sheila.

Honey, did you hurt yourself?

- Oh no, no.

- Beastly things these bicycles, aren't they?

- Well, don't abuse them.

They got us away from those awful reporters.

- Yeah, and probably into jail for larceny, too.

Sheila, we can't go on with this impossible situation.

I'm going to have a word with Tuttle tonight,

and put an end to this whole fantastic episode.

How do you think I feel hearing people

call you and Mrs. Tuttle.

Tuttle, such a silly name.

- I know, darling, it's too dreadful.

I must've been out of my mind.

- Yes, you must.

- Well, now, wait a minute.

What do you think about the time that you...

Well, there's Henry.

- Can we never get rid of that fellow?

- And with a blonde.

- Ha, ha, hello.

- [Sheila] Hello.

- A little morning constitutional?

- Very stimulating.

- Why, Henry, I didn't know you could ride.

- Oh yes, but not a bicycle.

Oh, Sheila, I want you to meet Miss Van Orden.

Helen, this is my wife.

- How do you do?

- Miss Van Orden.

- I'm sorry.

This is Mr. Eric Reynolds.

An old friend who came along to help out on the honeymoon.

- Well, how cozy.

- How do you do, Miss Van Orden?

Come, Sheila.

There you are.

- Give him his head, Eric.

- See you later.

Goodbye.

- Shall we later?

- Yes, yes, let's do.

- Let's do our best.

Oh, Eric!

- Darling, you're not accomplishing a thing.

- But you look so uncomfortable, dear.

- Well, look, could you shove it sort of

to me from you.

That's right.

Darling, don't press quite so hard.

- Oh, I wonder where he picked her up.

- Now, darling, how can you possibly

expect me to be interested in where

he picked her up

with this thing draped all over me?

I mean...

Well, one thing's certain,

I'm not traveling any further on this instrument.

- No, I don't think you are.

Do you know those bicycles belong to my children?

- What?

Oh, Sheila, is it possible that you made a mistake?

Well, of course not.

I mean, you know very well that our bicycles

have those, those, whatchayoumacallems.

- Radios.

- Yes, that's right.

Radios.

- Yeah, radios.

Take the machine, Johnny.

- Take the machine, Johnny.

Nice little boy.

Nice little girl.

- No, no, no, no.

- Well, I'm glad to have seen you.

- Yes, it was nice to have met with you, too.

Goodbye.

Come children.

- Ha, ha!

- Charming children.

- So, we walk back.

- Darling, I don't see the point of ducking

those reporters anyway.

They were quite nice.

- Back at seven, James.

- Thank you.

- (whispers) Here they come.

Hi, Sheila.

Eric.

- Well, how was your ride back, pleasant?

- Oh, we didn't-

- Oh, delightful, thank you.

- What'll you have?

- Oh, we just ordered, thank you.

Sheila and I are going over to the Gables tonight,

to the dinner dance.

That's if you've no objections, Henry?

- Well, not at all.

Sheila speaks very highly of your dancing.

I'm sure she'll enjoy it.

- Well, that'll leave you free to be with me.

That is, if you don't mind, Mrs. Tuttle?

- Oh, not at all, Miss Van Orden.

I think it's awfully nice of you

because I wouldn't want Henry to be alone.

- We'll dine aboard the yacht,

and it'll be like old times.

You know, I never lie on a moonlit deck

or listen to that lovely Hawaiian thing,

"Paradise Isle", without thinking of you Henry.

- Oh, you've know Henry quite some time then?

- Oh, yes indeed.

Why, we met on a cruise of the island

two or three years ago.

You know, Henry, really made that trip for me.

- Oh, that must've been while I was still in school.

- You'll forgive me, darling,

but you have a smudge of dust on that

sweet little nose of yours.

- Lovely.

- Isn't it?

Eric selected it.

It's his favorite of my entire trousseau.

- Eric has excellent taste.

- Hasn't he?

- Cigarette?

- Yes.

Thank you.

My but it's pleasant out here tonight.

Music, moonlight.

Oh, there's a falling star.

Make a wish.

(doorbell buzzing)

Oh, that must be Eric.

Funny, I'd almost forgotten about him.

- Funny, so had I.

- Come in.

Darling.

- Oh darling, how beautiful you look.

Hello, Henry.

You don't mind the course, old man?

- Why should I object?

I'm only the man she married.

- Yes, that's right.

Here you are, my sweet.

- I'll put them on and be right back.

- Ah, cigarette.

Have one?

- Thanks, no.

- Oh, thank you.

Look here, Tuttle, I want to get out of here.

- Oh no, really?

When are you leaving?

- I mean, you must understand this is hardly

the sort of honeymoon that I'd planned.

- Nor I, but here we are.

- Yes, here we are.

And we can't get out of here until

something's done about it.

- We?

- Yes, Sheila and me.

- Oh, how are you going to handle it?

- What?

You're the lawyer.

- It isn't up to me,

it's up to the party of the first part.

So far, she's handled everything delightfully.

Personally, I'm very happy.

- You are?

Good heavens!

- Well, I'm all ready.

- Okay, sweetie.

- Eric and I are going on a picnic tomorrow, Henry.

Would you like to join us?

- Well, thanks, no.

I have other plans.

- Oh, well, good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Oh, did we come to any conclusion?

- Not that I know of.

- I thought we didn't.

- Oh, hello, folks.

- Well, Henry, I didn't know you played tennis.

- You didn't know I played tennis, did you?

- Tennis, I should say he does.

He taught me two years ago at Palm Beach,

and I've won three cups already.

Proud of me?

- What do you think?

Sheila, I want you to meet, Miss Evans.

Claire, my wife.

- Well, how do you do, Mrs. Tuttle?

- How do you do?

- This is Mr. Eric Reynolds

who just came along to-

- Isn't it a lovely morning, Miss Evans?

- Perfectly gorgeous, Mr. Reynolds.

We're going to meet Helen.

Have a nice day.

- Don't look for us till this evening?

- Nice to have met you both.

- See you later.

- [Women] Henry!

Are you going swimming with us today?

- Sorry, sorry, girls.

- Well, he certainly seems to be having a good time.

- You can't think what a weight

that takes off my mind.

Oh, this is wonderful!

Alone together away from all that nonsense.

- I think it's all too silly.

I can't understand all those girls

simply throwing themselves at Henry.

- Oh, it's the publicity.

- Oh, publicity alone wouldn't have been enough.

There must've been something in Henry all along

that none of us ever suspected.

Oh, mosquitoes!

- Now, now, don't antagonize it, dear.

You'll only make it mad.

- Well, I'm certainly not going to stay here

and get stung just to keep a mosquito in a good humor.

The place is alive with them.

- Yeah, it's the water.

- Well, let's get out of here.

Come on, you bring the things, dear.

- Yes, sweet.

- Eric!

- Yes, my sweet.

- Oh, this is lovely.

It's meadow.

Isn't it nice?

- Oh, it's beautiful.

On my shoulder, honey.

That's right.

- You know, Eric, it's just dawned on me

that it's probably the glamor of that Van Orden girl

that appeals to Henry.

All those ostentatious yachts

and country houses and things.

- Now, darling, that's none of our business.

- Oh, Eric!

Eric, bulls!

Oh!

- Don't be silly, they're cows.

Cows are all right.

- Not by me they're not.

- Trespassing, huh?

Can't you folks read?

- Of course we can read.

- Where did that come from?

- Now, don't tell me you didn't see it.

That sign says no trespassing,

and that's what it means.

Now, get!

- We were just leaving.

But don't let a little authority go to your head, officer.

- Oh, pretty fresh, ain't you?

- Let me help you, darling.

- Ow!

- Ow, striking an officer, huh?

Resisting arrest!

You'll go to jail for this!

Come on, get!

Come on!

- Well, this is a fine mess.

- Could I have some more coffee, darling?

- Here, pour it yourself.

- Thank you, sweet.

- Don't sweet me!

If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be in here.

- Why me?

I didn't pick the spot to picnic.

- No, but you poked the policeman.

- I didn't poke him on purpose.

If I had, he'd still be out,

and we wouldn't be in.

- Oh, I can see nothing's going to be done

until they find Henry.

- Henry is probably out with that Van Orden girl.

- Oh, he is, is he?!

That Van Orden girl.

She's the type who merely says

I'm going to do this,

so you're going to do that.

- What are you mumbling about?

- Nothing, I'm talking to myself.

Nobody better to talk to.

- Thank you!

- She is in the habit of taking what she wants,

and if she wants Henry, well, she'll probably take him.

- As far as I'm concerned, she can have him.

Anybody can have him.

- Don't you talk about Henry when he's not here!

- I'll talk about Henry any way I please.

As a matter of fact, if Henry were here,

I'd tell him a few things.

- That's the last egg!

- I'm sorry!

- Maybe you two could fight better outside.

Come on.

- Well, I'm very glad to see that you've

come to your sense at last, officer.

- Yeah, it's a good thing for you two

that you know Miss Van Orden.

- Oh, she got us out.

Well, give her my compliments and say, no thank you.

- Fella by the name of Tuttle put up the money.

- Oh, he's my husband.

- Oh, he did, did he?

Well, I'll stay here.

- No, you don't.

I'm not going back there alone.

- What I can't understand, young woman,

is how you can go around with a sap like this,

when you got a nice fella like Tuttle for a husband.

- Now, look here, officer.

The first sock that I gave you was a mistake.

This one...

- Yeah, well, go ahead and do it.

Do it!

- Skip it.

- Of course, you can ignore me if I'm too personal,

but what's it all about Henry?

- Huh?

Oh, forgive me, Helen.

I'm afraid, I'm not even being decently polite.

What's what all about?

- Oh, this little three-cornered honeymoon,

and you and-

- Helen, will you please understand if

I don't want to talk about it?

- You don't have to, Henry Tuttle.

I'm way ahead of you.

You're in love.

- I have been for a long time.

You seem to be the first one to have suspected it.

- Well, some girls do get all the brakes.

But you're sweet Henry, and if I can help you,

just give me a cue and I'll play my part,

and try to like it.

- Helen, you're a brick.

- Well, I suppose your little bride

will be coming home from jail any minute now.

So, I'll be running along.

But you're coming tonight, Henry?

- I most certainly am.

- It was lucky for us that Henry got us out.

- Nothing of the sort.

I have influential friends myself.

You notice he didn't wait.

Probably too occupied with Helen Van Orden.

- I was wondering...

- Wondering what?

- Well, whether he'd really be happy with her or not.

I think I should stay married to him

long enough to give him a chance to get over her.

- Oh you do, do you?

Well, I am going to have something to say about that.

- Well, Eric, I feel very responsible for Henry.

- Oh, drat Henry!

- Haven't you put me through enough today

without cursing at me?!

You may consider our engagement broken.

- Sheila.

♪ Girl of my dreams, I love you ♪

♪ Oh yes I do ♪

♪ If I could just- ♪

- Hello.

- Hello.

Singing, eh?

- Oh yes, I do a lot of things.

- Doesn't it matter to you that

I spent the afternoon in jail?

- I did all I could.

I bailed you out, didn't I?

- Yes, thank you.

Eric and I thank you very much.

- Don't mention it.

- You didn't come by yourself, did you?

- No, I was busy.

I sent the money down by special messenger.

♪ There's only one ♪

♪ Girl of my dreams ♪

- Can't get her out of your mind, can you?

- Who?

- The girl of your dreams, Van Orden.

- Don't be silly.

- Well, I'm off.

Thanks for the use of the room.

- Where are you going?

- Garden party.

- Whose?

- Miss Van Orden's.

(humming)

- Eric Reynolds room, please.

He's not in?

Thank you.

Oh, hard boiled eggs.

Picnic.

(humming)

♪ Girl of my dreams ♪

- It's beautiful, Helen.

- Well, I'm glad you like it.

- Dance?

- Henry, you're not fooling me for one moment.

- Helen, that's very unkind.

- Why, you know you're not having a good time.

- But I am.

- I certainly must be an awful failure,

if I can't make you take your mind off your troubles.

- Oh, you're doing a very good...

Sheila.

- Well, all right, run along.

And I'll trail.

- Sheila, this is a surprise.

- I can't see why it's surprising

for a man to find his own wife at a party

where he is himself.

- If you want to put it that way.

- Well, Mrs. Tuttle.

How very charming.

I didn't think you'd mind, Miss Van Orden,

since my husband is such a welcome guest.

- Mind?

Why Henry and I are terribly pleased, aren't we Henry?

- Yes, yes, certainly we are.

- This is a lovely party.

In fact, it's quite the loveliest

I've ever had the pleasure of crashing.

- Where's Eric?

- He went into town.

- On his bicycle?

Sorry.

- Yes, he does seem to be a rather unique person,

doesn't he?

- That's exactly what I like about him.

- Oh yes, I suppose you understand him.

Of course, I imagine he grows on one.

- Not at all.

You see, you either like, Eric or you don't like him,

right off.

- Oh really, how interesting.

- Well, well, do I intrude?

- Oh no, Clifford.

Mrs. Tuttle, this is Mr. Van Fleet.

- This is a great pleasure, Mrs. Tuttle.

- Mr. Van Fleet.

- Well, aren't you dancing?

- Oh, may I?

- With me?

- Why not?

You will excuse us.

You do everything well.

You even dance better than anybody else.

It's my inspiration.

- Henry, you never used to say things like that.

- You never gave me half a chance.

- Will you play "Paradise Isle", please?

Henry, remember?

You don't mind, do you, dear?

For old time's sake?

- Not at all.

♪ Paradise isle ♪

♪ 'Neath a tropical sky ♪

♪ Palm trees sway ♪

♪ While tradewinds sigh ♪

♪ Soft guitars hum lullabies ♪

♪ In my paradise ♪

- I won't keep him long, dear.

- That's quite all right.

- Well, it's a marvelous night.

- For what?

- Well, for a party like this.

Music, moonlight, romance.

- Sorry, but I'm sick and tired of the word.

- Oh no, not you.

You were made for it.

Do you know, it seems difficult to think of you

as a married woman, Mrs. Tuttle.

You seem such a child.

- That's right.

I am only a child.

And it's long passed my bedtime.

Good night!

Well, that was very cute!

Charming of you, Mrs. Tuttle.

Henry and I are delighted, aren't we Henry?

"Paradise Isle", remember Henry?

You don't mind, do you?

I won't keep him long.

Oh, that woman, I could choke her!

Oh!

(crying)

Oh, so it's you.

- Yes.

- Well, you can't come in.

- Why not?

- You forget that I broke our engagement.

- Oh, that.

Don't be silly.

- Eric, I don't want you here.

Henry, isn't home.

- Well, that seems difficult to believe.

- Oh, can't you understand?

I don't want to see you anymore.

- Oh, now, honey, honey.

You're all upset.

I know I've been a fathead over this business,

but we'll pack up and get out of here,

and we'll see your lawyer in the morning.

- Naturally, Henry's my lawyer.

- Well, you can't expect him to get us a divorce.

All right, we'll see my lawyer.

- Oh, that one.

- What's the matter with him?

- What's he ever done compared to Henry?

- Henry?

What is this Henry business?

Is it possible that you're taking this marriage seriously?

- Have I ever done anything to make you think

I don't take marriage seriously?!

- You got into this business through

a madcap idea of your own,

which has made monkeys of us all.

- Oh, well maybe you feel like a monkey, but I don't.

And certainly Henry doesn't.

- Well, if he doesn't he's certainly behaving like one.

I never saw a man go so completely playboy my life.

- That's only a pose, Eric.

Actually, I think the poor boy is very unhappy.

- Yes, you think so, 'cause it flatters

your vanity to think so.

- I suppose it flattered my vanity

for you to go to a movie,

when you should've been at our wedding!

- Well, I showed up eventually, didn't I?

- Yes, an hour late!

- 15 minutes.

Now, what is more, if you hadn't gone

off half-cocked we'd have been spared all this nonsense!

- Are you blaming me?!

Well, you impossible, egotistical, idiot!

If you don't get out,

I'll lock myself in my room!

- Oh no, you don't!

You're not going to let me down like this.

I've got my prestige to consider.

- Prestige?!

Well, why didn't you consider that before?

- You know what you need is a jolly good spanking!

- Oh, wouldn't dare!

- Oh, wouldn't I?

- Am I intruding?

- Yes, as a matter fact you are.

This is between Sheila and me.

Now, look here, Tuttle, I resent this interference.

- That's the word that reminds me

of something I've wanted to do for a long time.

- And what may that be?

- Knock your block off.

- That's perfectly all right with me.

- Why, Henry, I didn't know you could fight.

- Get up and I'll do it again.

- Quite unnecessary.

You've made me see the daylight.

Obviously, Sheila and I are temperamentally unsuited.

I wish you both the best of happiness.

If by any chance, there are any...

I'll send them a pair of bicycles.

That was most cowardly.

I mean, you must realize,

I've had the most hectic honeymoon.

- Oh yes, I understand that, thoroughly.

So nice to have you with us.

- Oh, thanks, delighted.

There's one thing I do resent.

- Oh, Henry, I think you're wonderful.

- Get in there and pack.

- Pack?

- Yes, we're leaving.

- Leaving?

I'm just beginning to enjoy myself.

- Well, you'll enjoy yourself in Reno, too.

- Reno?!

Oh, Henry!

I won't go to Reno!

Do you hear me?!

I won't go!

Why are you ordering me to Reno?

- Ordering you?

It was your plan.

- That was a long time ago.

I've changed my mind.

- I've made up mine.

- I won't divorce you.

- Then, I'll divorce you.

- Well, you can't.

You haven't any grounds.

- You forget that I'm a lawyer.

- Well, what grounds have you?

- You'll read them in my complaint.

- Oh, that's not fair.

I haven't any lawyer.

- You'll find plenty of them in Reno.

- You married me Henry Tuttle,

and I'm your wife!

And I'm beginning to like married life.

And I won't go to Reno!

- All right, stay here.

I'm off to New York.

Hello, Henry Tuttle speaking.

Yes, I want to get a reservation on the 1:10

to New York.

Thank you.

- You can't go to New York!

That's desertion.

- All right, sue me.

- Oh, Henry, Henry, I think I'm going to faint.

Oh!

- You missed.

- You can't leave me alone!

- You won't be alone,

here's snookums.

- Henry Tuttle, if do this to me

you'll be sorry.

You're horrible!

I'll do something desperate!

Oh!

(crying)

- Sheila!

Come back here, you little fool!

- I won't!

Don't you come near me!

- You'll fall.

- I don't care!

I don't care what happens if you're going to divorce me.

- I'm not going to divorce.

- Then, say you love me.

- [Henry] I love you.

- Say it as if you mean it.

- All right, I love you!

- Say you'll never leave me.

- [Henry] I'll never leave you.

- As long as you live?

- As long as I live!

Now, will you come back?

- Yes.

(crowd laughing)

Oh, Henry!

Henry, I'm frightened.

- Don't look down.

Don't look down.

Now, look at me.

That's a girl.

That's a girl.

(crowd laughing)

Easy does it.

Steady, give me your hand.

That's it.

I've got you.

You sap.

You wonderful little sap.

(crowd clapping)

(laughing)

- Oh, Henry, I love you.

("Wedding March")