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Oh, Richard. You shouldn't have.

When they heard you were coming they grew overnight.

Ah, Monsieur Field. You want Emil?

Emil, this is Miss Lovering.

She likes crpes Suzette. Serve them better than you have ever before.

And I know that she'd like your pommes d'or, with the sauce and the...

Emil, corn beef hash, too...

To perfection, mademoiselle.

If you don't outdo yourself I'm gonna transfer you aboard one of those banana boats.

Bon, bon, bon.

Oh, Richard, it's beautiful.

Still not enough.

Darling, I wish you were coming along.

No, no.

You'll find Amy's very good.

Richard, I don't need a maid.

You don't want to do her out of a trip, do you?

You're the aweetest most unselfish person I've ever known.

No, no I'm not.

If you knew what I really felt...

You will come back, won't you?

I promise, Richard.

I need you always, darling.

You know, I think I'd crack without you now.

Oh, dear. Now we won't have time for our cocktail.

Soon as the ship sails, you order one from the bar.

Only a sherry flip, remember.

Always a sherry flip.

And I'll have mine ashore.

Everyday?

Six o'clock.

Sherry flip, please.

Yes, Mam.

Sherry flip twice.

The name is John Smith. Honest. John L. Smith

Not much in the social registers but kicked around in the hotels.

Who are you and how are you?

No, really. Yes, please. Please, no!

Oh, pretty please with sugar on it.

Listen, didn't you ever want to be left alone, not be bothered by anybody?

Well didn't you ever get hot and bothered and couldn't help it?

Miss or Mrs?

It looks like I'll have to go tell the master.

Gangway!

Michael, drop the housework and come see what little girls are made of.

Yeah? Where are they being made?

In the bar.

Congratulations, Mr. Smith.

They're not in order, Mr. Bradley.

She was a little distant, I take it.

She's a little Antarctica.

Is she worth an expedition?

Michael, my boy, you came to New York for relaxation.

Yes, and I'm fairly relaxed.

Ah, you won't know how tired and overworked you are until you've seen this one.

Alright, let's go have a look at her. I could get another scotch anyway.

She came into the bar and stopped on a hool, I mean, she hopped on a stool beside me.

And right then I knew what father meant when he told me about the

bee going from flower to flower... Ah, shut the door! Yes, sir.

Sometimes I actually have faith in you again.

There's a look in your eyes that caeful mothers fear.

Not at all. I'm going to prove that I'm a friend with some good advice.

You ought to go over there and apologize.

I don't think so. It would make me look weak.

You're not a tactician. It would clear your deck for future action.

Go ahead.

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