De-Lovely Page #4

-lt's Mrs. Porter.

-Not yet.

Don't blame poor Cody...

he was only doing what l told him.

My name never suited?

Thomas not proper enough?

lt's another name for ''shame.''

So now you're all snug and proper, are you?

Marrying this fawn?

Why are you here, Edward?

There's a certain section of the bar here.

The left side, l think, significantly enough...

where your groom and his gentleman

friends like to call on each other.

l assumed, for symbolic purposes at least...

that the wedding would be held there.

l had to assume, you see...

since my invitation never arrived.

-l would invite you to hell.

-No need.

Already there.

Too bad you never cared for it.

ln spite of caring for you once--

My fault, then.

You offered care, l needed passion.

What does the fawn need?

Can you supply him?

Surely not with everything.

And what can he give you?

Pride.

Don't turn your back on me, Mrs. Thomas.

That's so funny.

From what l remember,

it was the position you most favored.

-Are you all right?

-l'm fine.

Wait.

Mr. Thomas, you have

the most peculiar sense of timing.

You think you can make her happy

because you won't violate her delicacy?

Because you don't need her as a woman?

l think maybe

we define ''woman'' differently.

l don't define it as ''punching bag,''

for instance.

Cole's not like you. He creates, you destroy.

And as you can see,

you're a failure even at that.

Let's get married.

See the crowd in that church

See the proud parson plopped on his perch

Get the sweet beat of that organ

sealing our doom

Here goes the groom, boom!

How they cheer and how they smile

As we go galloping down the aisle

It's divine, dear, it's diveen, dear

It's de-wunderbar, it's de-victory

It's de-vallop, it's de-vinner

It's de-voiks

-Mrs. Murphy?

-Absolutely.

The knot is tied and so we take

A few hours off to eat wedding cake

It's delightful, it's delicious

It's de-lovely

It feels so fine

-Thank you, dearest.

-For what?

For all of this, for our future.

For being with me just now with Edward.

That was nothing.

That was pest control, that's all.

To the pop of champagne

Off we hop in our plush little plane

Till a bright light through the darkness

They seem so happy.

Let's hope he doesn't misbehave.

Our day's complete

And what a beautiful bridal suite

It's dreamy, it's drowsy

It's de-reverie, it's de-rhapsody

It's de-regal, it's de-royal

It's de-Ritz, it's de-lovely

We settle down

as man and wife

To solve the riddle called married life

It's delightful

It's delicious

Now you love her, yes?

l said the words.

l meant them.

l wanted to mean them.

God knows l wrote them often enough.

And even more after we were married.

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