An Affair to Remember Page #2

ship is going much too fast.

We ought to take

advantage of every moment.

Don't you think that life

should be gay and bright

and bubbly

like champagne?

I like pink champagne.

Yes, that's the kind

I mean, pink champagne.

Is there any reason

why from now on

this trip shouldn't

be pink champagne?

Mmm-hmm.

What?

Oh, dear.

(CLEARS THROAT)

He wouldn't like it?

No.

Husband?

No.

He still wouldn't like it? No.

Why isn't he

traveling with you?

Because he had to go to

Texas on a big merger.

Ah.

He thought it'd

be a good idea

if I took a little trip while

he consummated this big deal

because I have no

head for business.

It's beyond me how the more

money a corporation loses,

the more money

it makes,

because of the carryovers

with the write-offs.

The big secret

seems to be

to merge

a sick corporation

with a big,

fat, healthy one

and then everybody

gets well.

Silly, isn't it?

He doesn't think

I'm dumb,

but he doesn't think I'm very

bright about things like that.

Well, it isn't

necessary, is it?

Thank you.

That's all right.

Well, so he trusts you?

Implicitly.

No mistakes,

no errors,

no tiny little slips?

Five faithful years.

Ah.

Sounds awful, doesn't it, but it's true.

Yes.

Well, there you are.

(CHUCKLING)

Cigarette?

No, thank you.

Oh, I don't...

You could light it from that

inscription, couldn't you?

Oh. Oh, I like that. I

must stay tuned into you.

Yes. He's a very

lucky fellow.

Must be

a remarkable man.

Well, you can imagine

how attractive he is

when I can resist so

charming a person as...

Yes. Yes.

I understand.

Well, it was nice,

wasn't it?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, well.

Well, there's still deck

tennis, shuffleboard, bingo.

Well, don't tell me

you're embarrassed.

Yes. Yes, as a matter

of fact, I am.

Oh, I am sorry.

It's all right.

Don't apologize.

I do hope it won't

affect your ego because...

No, please. Please, don't

think anything of it.

I'll just take

my ego for a walk.

Unless, of course,

you'd care to...

Have dinner with you? Mmm.

I'd love to.

Here comes

my friend Ferrante now.

Oh, Mr. Ferrante, I'd like to have

you meet my sister, Miss Hathaway

and my wife,

Mrs. Hathaway...

(LAUGHS)

And when

you were little,

what did your nurse

read to you at bedtime?

Let me see...

The Memoirs

of Casanova?

Every night, and then

we'd turn out the light.

"We"?

I was only so big.

You must've had

a happy childhood.

Ah, yes.

And women?

Oh, women.

You've known quite a few, haven't you?

I don't know.

Or perhaps "few"

is the wrong word.

Let's say

it's not precise.

I beg your pardon,

Signor Ferrante.

Would you like me to reserve

this table for you every night?

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