Alice Adams Page #2

These violets smell mighty sweet...

...and they ought to

if they're going to a party with you.

Good night.

- Have a good time, dearie.

- Don't worry, I intend to.

Who's taking her to the party?

Walter is, and it's a shame

for a girI as pretty as Alice...

...to have to depend on her brother

taking her out.

She could have any man if she only had

some money for decent clothes.

What's wrong with the dress she's got on?

You would say that,

but you know what I mean.

She's not run after like other girls because

she's poor and hasn't any background.

My, have I got to listen to that again?

Yes, you have, and I'll keep on being at it.

Now, my dear young men,

I cannot dance with all of you.

Why don't you ask

some of the other girls to dance?

Please.

Why not get those dear young men

to take you to the dance...

...instead of dragging me?

Now, you know you love

to escort your little sister.

This is me, Walter, take it easy.

Hurry it up, I'm waiting for you.

You look lovely, Alice.

I do think I look nice enough

not to have to dance...

...with that fat Frank Dowling.

AII I ask is for that to happen just once

so that I can treat him...

...the way the other girls do.

I hope I'll meet someone

tall and dark and romantic.

- Someone I've dreamed of all my life.

- Here, put this on.

- What's that?

- It's your father's raincoat.

I won't need that in a taxi.

Yes, you will, getting in and out.

It's begun to rain a little bit, anyway.

Have a good time.

- Have a good time, dearie.

- I will.

- Walter, what on earth?

- I borrowed it from a friend of mine.

- Gee whiz, I can't go in-

- Come on, get in.

- What's the idea?

- Don't go in there.

Back up. Leave this awfuI mess outside.

Back up.

Look what you've done.

I'll have to drive around anyway.

Shut up.

Well, do you want to go home?

You bet I'm willing.

No, leave the car here.

Wait a minute.

I'll lock her up so none of these millionaires

run off with it.

Wait!

What's the idea?

Leave this with your coat

in the men's dressing room...

...as if it were an extra one of your own.

Joke on us.

Our car broke down outside the gate.

Walter, your coat, back there.

I suppose you want us to dance

the first dance.

Yes, please. I'll be right down.

- Good evening, Mrs. Dowling.

- Alice.

Hello, Ella. You look lovely.

Ready?

Mrs. Dowling.

- I'm so glad to see you.

- Ella, how nice of you to come.

- Frank, good evening.

- Good evening, Mildred.

Relax, nobody's looking at you.

We must speak to Mildred

and Mr. and Mrs. Palmer.

I haven't got a thing to say to them.

You didn't wear the maize Georgette

as I thought you would...

...but you look simply darling.

And those pearls-

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