Auntie Mame Page #3

You can sit at it. I have instructions

from a descendant of Pocahontas.

I began with an enormous rug.

It's that bell pull by the fireplace.

Your own little den.

How stupid of me.

I gave up weaving for sculpture.

That is, a sculptor friend

used this room for six months.

A divine man! Such talented fingers,

but what he did to my bust.

That's the head, you know.

I guess it's not quite ready yet.

The Marie Antoinette room! No, Vera's

there. You better camp out with me.

Shall we try this out for size?

- Perfect! Shall we...?

- I'll do it.

- Sheets. Where were the sheets...?

- When will you be home from the party?

What makes you think

I'm going to any party?

Just as I was getting used to

all them dragons. What is it?

Don't ask me. I didn't paint it.

Can I get in her room?

At 2:
00? You'll be lucky

to get in by 5. She's sleeping.

- I'll start in the other room.

- Can't!

She's sleeping in two bedrooms?

No. It's the first lady of American

theater out cold in the guest room.

Again? What does she do, live here?

She don't live here. She drinks

and does her passing out here.

It's a wonder their blood

hasn't turned to vinegar.

In two weeks,

they've had 13 cocktail parties.

Only 13 in two weeks?

They had to call one off.

The bootlegger couldn't come that day.

Auntie Mame! Auntie Mame!

What is it? What happened?

I've got something to show you.

Look!

Bats!

I built it. It has a rubber-band motor.

I built the body out of wood.

Please, darling,

your Auntie Mame is hung.

Sure, Auntie Mame.

- Sure.

- Patrick, Patrick, come back.

You know, I really am

interested in all your projects.

Child, how can you see

with all that light?

That's better. Be an angel

and tell lto to bring me breakfast.

Black coffee and a sidecar.

And a cold towel for Auntie Vera.

- Is she in the guest room again?

- Since Sunday. Run along, darling.

First, come and give your Auntie Mame

a good morning kiss.

Gently, darling, gently.

That was lovely.

I really am fascinated by aviation.

I never knew before

they did it all with rubber bands.

Miss Dennis? Yes, she's here.

Who's calling, please?

- Mr. Babcock.

- Hold the wire.

- It's Mr. Babcock, from the bank.

- I've been dodging him for days.

Well, hello, Mr. Babcock. How nice

to hear your voice at long last.

I too am looking forward

with anticipation to meeting you.

The little lad is fine.

He can't wait to meet you.

Hurry, my tray, darling!

Auntie needs fuel.

Do drop over anytime, Mr. Babcock.

In how many minutes?

Yes, 57th Street is right

in my neck of the woods.

Spitting distance?

How vivid. Come right along, then.

You can join me for tea.

That's right, number 3 Beekman Place.

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