De-Lovely Page #2

What burgundy

What great Pommery

What brandy, wow

What whiskey, here's how

What gin and what beer

Will you sober up, my dear?

Have you heard, Professor Munch

ate his wife and divorced his lunch?

Well, did you ever?

What a swell party this is

Have you heard, it's in the stars

Next July, we collide with Mars?

Well, did you ever?

What a swell party

a swell party, a swellegant, elegant party

this is!

God, we're a hit!

Now we have a party.

-Shall we?

-Yes, let's.

My God.

Grace personified.

Was that me? Did l sweep you off your feet?

Because l hadn't intended

to do that for quite a while.

You really are smooth,

aren't you, Mr. Porter?

Never till now, Mrs. Thomas.

Your song was absolutely delirious.

Thank you. l'm never sure

if they get the joke.

-Especially when it's on them.

-Learn to trust your audience.

l trust it, l just wish l could expand it.

He seems a bit calculating, don't you think?

-Weren't you?

-Not entirely.

l said l was ambitious,

but l was anything but an opportunist.

After all, l spent 10 years in Paris...

just having fun.

What are we talking here, a love affair?

A business proposition...

or a social arrangement?

There was nothing arranged...

or negotiated about our relationship.

lt was...

our own.

What about these gloves? ls it really true...

that you only wear them once

and then you discard them?

Yes.

To where do you discard them

when you're finished?

l send them to a cousin in Louisville.

Not this one, all right? Let me keep this.

Look at that hand. You should never

cover your hands, they're beautiful.

-They're ungainly.

-No, they're strong.

No one's ever thought of me

as strong before.

l think of you as strong and down to earth...

-and solid. l think of you in many ways.

-You're sweet.

lsn't that Diaghilev and his boy

from the Ballets Russes?

That's his premier danseur.

-Would you like to meet them?

-Don't know, would l?

Perhaps another time. Bonjour.

He is an acquaintance from yesterday.

An unmanned piano. Come on.

I know you hate to hear

That I adore you, dear

Not you, dear.

But grant me, just the same

I'm not entirely to blame

For

you'd be

so easy to love

Christ, that cue is as loud as my whistle.

And it's too early for another song.

lf you can say it better than

you write it, fine. Otherwise, Cole sings.

All right.

The yearning for

So swell to keep every home fire

Thank you.

Burning for

We'd be so grand at the game

So carefree together

that it does seem a shame

If you can't see

Your future with me

'Cause you'd be

oh, so easy to love

Dear Cole.

You have so much nerve, Mr. Porter.

God, l'd be frightened.

l'm just showing off.

There are much worse things to be afraid of.

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