High Society Page #2

TRACY:

I haven't the same high hopes for you.

BING:

I don't wanna be a wonderful woman.

TRACY:

Isn't it enough you almost spoiled my life

without spoiling my wedding?

BING:

I didn't try to spoil your life, Sam.

TRACY:

And stop calling me Sam.

BING:

I know you didn't try to spoil mine,

but you called the shots.

You were dictating the fellow

you wanted me to be.

TRACY:

With your background

and taste and intelligence

you could have become a

serious composer, or a diplomat

or anything you wanted to be.

And what have you become?

A jukebox hero?

BING:

Well, is that bad?

TRACY:

Dexter, be satisfied and let me alone.

Go away. Go away and stay away.

BING:

I tried to. I even wanted to.

But I guess I'm just a weak character.

I'm still in love with you.

CAROLINE:

Dexter?

BING:

Oh, hello, honey.

I don't think your sister likes me.

CAROLINE:

I do.

BING:

Thanks, sweetie.

CAROLINE:

What do you suppose

she sees in George anyway?

BING:

I don't know. Tracy just

likes character, I guess.

CAROLINE:

I don't think George

has so much character.

BING:

Now, I hate to admit it, but I think

she's made a pretty good choice.

I expect some day to see George Kittredge

president of Redfern Coal.

CAROLINE:

That's not hard.

Father's president of Redfern Coal.

BING:

Let's be fair now, honey.

Takes a lot of character to start at

the bottom and work your way up.

CAROLINE:

If you start at the bottom

of a coal mine

and worked your way to the top

you'd still only be on the ground.

BING:

Little one, you've brought

up an interesting point.

CAROLINE:

Why does he always have to walk

Like he owned the world?

And the way he stiffs the air?

Like he was looking for breakfast.

BING:

For a minute there, I thought

you were George Kittredge himself.

No, you're Caroline.

TRACY:

Hi.

GEORGE:

Hello, beautiful.

TRACY:

Hello, handsome.

GEORGE:

Did you miss me?

TRACY:

Miserably.

GEORGE:

You happy now?

TRACY:

Ecstatic.

GEORGE:

Didn't expect to find

you coming from the garden.

TRACY:

Dexter's back. He's turned his

house over to those musicians.

GEORGE:

Yes, I know.

The posters are all over town.

TRACY:

George? You don't really

mind him, do you?

GEORGE:

Dexter? Well, how do you mean?

TRACY:

Well, I mean, the fact of him.

GEORGE:

I still don't understand, dear.

TRACY:

You know, that he was...

Well, my lord and master.

GEORGE:

No one has ever been

your lord and master.

TRACY:

Until now.

GEORGE:

Poor Dexter is the sort of man whose

inheritance robbed him of his heritage.

He never earned you, so how could

he be expected to appreciate you?

TRACY:

George, you're so good for me.

GEORGE:

I hope so.

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CAROLINE:

Dexter?

Are you ever gonna

get married again?

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