Cluny Brown Page #2

By Jove, I'll do it! Yes. I'll do it. Come on.

"Relieve the drain, relieve the strain, eh?"

(LAUGHING)

Well, there it is. My fate's in your hands.

My! Tsk-tsk-tsk. What a congestion.

It's more stopped up than you sounded.

I never thought it'd be as good as this.

- I can't thank you enough, Mr Ames.

- Oh, not at all.

You know, I'm having a party and...

Yes, yes, I know,

but I'm not at all certain I can stay.

We'll see.

You see she's not dressed for plumbing,

but what woman is?

Well, here we go.

(THUDDING)

(POUNDING)

- Have you ever had tea at the Ritz?

- Tea at the Ritz?

I have, last Saturday.

I was lying in bed sucking oranges,

to tone up the system, you know,

when all at once I said to myself,

"Cluny Brown, you've got a pound note

in your stocking.

"Why don't you have tea at the Ritz?"

So I did. That's the way things come over me.

- Was it a good tea?

- Oh, it wasrt the tea.

But to hear them say, "This way, miss.

Please, miss. Crumpets, miss?"

And holding my chair for me.

You'd never have thought I was out of place.

That's very interesting.

You don't seem to be inibited.

Try to be more specific.

What made you think you were out of place?

Oh, I didn't think I was. It's Uncle Arn.

He's always telling me,

"Cluny Brown, you don't know your place.

"Think of your place.

Cluny Brown, you ought to learn your place."

Look here, this is no time

for light conversation.

Where does Uncle Arn think your place is?

- He didn't say.

- Because he doesn't know.

- I say, it's 4:
50.

- Nobody can tell you where your place is.

Where is my place?

Where is anybody's place?

I'll tell you where it is.

Wherever you're happy, that's your place.

And happiness is a matter of purely personal

adjustment to your environment.

You're the sole judge.

In Hyde Park, for instance.

Some people like to feed nuts to the squirrels.

But if it makes you happy

to feed squirrels to the nuts,

who am I to say nuts to the squirrels?

- Do you mind saying that all over again?

- In Hyde Park...

Look, I beg you...

(WATER GURGLING)

Oh, what a wonderful day

this has been for me.

My first sink and my first cocktail.

Martini cocktail.

With an olive.

- Thank you. You've been so understanding.

- Have some more.

- Should she?

- Definitely.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Mmm.

I feel lovely.

I can't quite describe it. I... I feel chirrupy.

Chirrupy? I don't ever recall feeling chirrupy.

I'm afraid you never will, my dear Ames.

There isn't a chirrup in you.

Isn't it funny? Now I feel entirely different.

I know what it is. I know.

Uh-huh. Ah, it's coming over me.

That Persian cat feeling.

Meow.

Meow.

What's a Persian cat feeling?

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