A Touch of Class Page #3

- What an oversight.

- Just sign it. I've got a car waiting.

- Hello, I'm Cecil.

- Steven Blackburn.

- Buying or selling?

- Begging.

How many times have I told you?

A customs declaration should be typed.

That would take forever, sweetie pie.

I only type with one finger...

...and I've hurt it.

Please don't tell me how.

Vickie, you have a long distance call.

It's New York.

Get that to the airport. Tie it between

your teeth if need be. Teatime, Maggie.

Sam? How are you?

No, I'm fine. Yes. No.

Let them run the ad.

They'll be there 11:00, your time.

Listen, Sam, are you standing up?

Then sit down, because what

I'm about to say will get you very excited.

Guess where I'm going tomorrow. Spain.

- Marbella.

- It's near Mlaga.

It's near Mlaga.

No, I'm not going alone.

I'm going with a fella.

A very classy fella.

That doesn't make you excited.

Sam, you're getting old...

...because it excites the hell out of me.

Yes, I will do that. Goodbye.

I told him you're a classy fella. Are you?

I've got to be.

I live around the corner from Disraeli.

There we are.

Thank you.

Come on, Josie.

Here we are at last. Thank you, dear.

- Gently does it, Gloria.

- Thanks, Daddy.

Don't you think we should have wired

Steve we were coming?

Why spoil his fun?

This way he'll have a lovely surprise.

Good afternoon, I'm Miss Ramos.

Can I help you?

Good afternoon, Miss Ramos,

my name is Blackburn.

Reservations for two round-trip tickets

to Mlaga, night flight tonight.

Thank you, Mr. Blackburn, I'll just check.

The seats are available, sir.

Charge mine to my travel card,

I'll pay cash for the other one.

Why not charge both tickets,

Mr. Blackburn?

This is a business card.

I charge my ticket to the business.

They pay for it and the other is

a surprise vacation trip for my mother.

- How nice. What's your mother's name?

- Vickie.

Vickie Allessio.

- Allessio?

- She remarried.

I'll get the tickets.

Here, one for Mr. Blackburn

and one for Mrs. Allessio.

I'll take that. I'm Mrs. Allessio.

Happy Mother's Day.

Just tell me one thing:

Why must you leave tonight...

...on the very day

my parents arrive for a visit?

Because when the S.S. Sera Magoso

rammed into the S.S. Antonio...

...ripping out its corkscrew

turbine rotor shaft...

...they didn't know about your parents,

or they would've avoided each another.

- You could send Braithwaite there.

- That's all I need now.

Why don't you both go down?

We didn't come to see you.

We came to be with our babies.

I'd love that, Grace,

but Gloria hates the place.

She can't stand the wind, the food.

Isn't that right, dear?

We were there last September.

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