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How sweet of you to bring it up.

Merci, merci.

As long as you're living with us,

there are a few things...

Why, of course. Naturally.

That dress, for instance. For a little

sorority party, it's rather extreme.

- Extreme? Really?

- And obvious.

Obvious?

- It's Babe. Can we come in?

- Entrez.

Sure.

I hate to interrupt, but the sheiks

will be here any minute.

- You'll slay them in that dress, Pat.

- They're all pretty impressionable.

- Have you met any of them?

- Not yet.

But I hope to meet all

the worthwhile ones.

Well, let's see now. Which ones

are really, really worthwhile?

Eddie Dunkelman. He's a catch.

His father's the local butcher.

He's a little short and a little fat,

but he does a mean Charleston.

The boy for you is Tommy Marlowe.

We're all just crazy about him.

Tommy Marlowe? Who's he?

Only the captain of the football team.

And what a sheik.

You know, girls, I think college

contacts are terribly important.

It's trs ncessaire to find

someone of the right background...

...and sufficient wealth...

...of culture.

Oh, that's so true.

Is 25 million dollars

enough culture for you?

Peter Van Dyne, llI has it.

Richest man at Tait.

- Van Dyne, III?

- Oh, but he's such a drip.

For 25 million dollars, let him drip.

He's not an attractive boy?

Attractive? He's the twerpiest

wet smack of all time.

Quel fromage.

- What did you say?

- I said, "Quel fromage. "

- "What a pity" in French.

- Oh, you must mean dommage.

Fromage means cheese.

Quel fromage. "What cheese. "

Oh, of course, dommage.

How silly of me.

Come on, they're here.

- Is Bobby here?

- I'm not ready!

- You were saying about the dress?

- Oh, forget it Pat. I was wrong.

The dress suits you perfectly.

Nice party, Mrs. Drexel. But I want

the team out of here by 10:00.

Of course, Mr. Pooch.

That's understood.

Gee, I love to dance. I feel like

I'm not even touching the floor.

You're not.

It's heaven with you in my arms.

Let's go out on the porch.

Let's dance.

- Do you love somebody else?

- Oh, no, Beef.

You just don't understand me. I'm

like the psychology you talked about.

I'm a split personality.

Oh. Well, if anyone comes near you,

they'll be a split personality.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Oh, nothing.

Beef, look at poor Connie.

You've simply gotta help her.

Connie?

Beef's dying to help.

Give him something to do.

- Fine. Would you help me pass these?

- Sure.

- Well, Bobby, here I am.

- What?

- It's time for that dance I promised.

- Go away!

- Beef will kill whoever comes near you.

- Well, wouldn't it be worth it?

Hey, what's going on?

- Bobby, you and me are soul mates.

- What?

I won't take no for an answer.

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