Mona Lisa Smile Page #3

- The right people.

- Who are they?

Betty Warren!

- We're lucky we have one right here.

- Screw you.

Could you go back

to the Soutine, please?

Just look at it again.

Look beyond the paint.

Let us try to open our minds

to a new idea.

All right, back to chapter three.

Has anyone read it?

Okay.

"When your courses are set,

and a dream boat you've met...

...have a real cigarette.

Have a Camel. "

I've got my courses, I've got my Camel

cigarette. Where is my dream boat?

- Giselle, where is my dream boat?

- Betty's cousin isn't good enough?

- I haven't met him.

- Don't encourage her.

He's only escorting

Connie as a favour.

Why are you like this?

I didn't mean that.

I'm just under so much pressure

with the wedding.

Do you realize November 2

is three weeks from now?

- Oh, honey.

- Don't have it.

- Don't come.

- Here. Here.

I'm working on table seating now,

so I can just erase your name.

- Can I see it?

- No.

Let me look.

I can't look for a second?

- You want to see where Bill is sitting.

- No. That is over. Right?

Right? Giselle, right?

Damn it.

- Do I look a little bit like her?

- Like who?

- Katherine Watson.

- You mean, "crap is art"?

- I think she's fabulous.

- Well, no man wanted her.

- She isn't dead.

- She's at least 30.

- Oh, no. No.

- I guess she never wanted children.

For your information...

...Katherine Watson had to take

this job to escape from California.

Please.

She had a torrid affair

with a Hollywood movie star.

- She came here to get away.

- That's ridiculous.

- Who was it?

- I don't know.

Who was it, Giselle?

Don't be a pimple! Tell me!

- It's ridiculous.

- Tell me. No, it's not. You know.

- You know something. Tell me.

- It's William Holden.

- Fantastic!

- I know.

Who is it?

William Holden.

I know. I know. I'm late. I'm- Abject

pleading, apologies, forgiveness.

Is she giving you any trouble?

If these girls can't get back on time,

know what I say? Lock them out.

Come on. Out! I'm going

to lock the door. Out!

Bedtime, ladies. Bedtime.

Let's go. Bedtime.

- Hey, Betty.

- Quiet time, ladies.

Women like Katherine Watson

don't get married...

- ... because they choose not to.

- No woman chooses to live...

...without a home, unless she's

sleeping with her Italian professor.

- You are so critical.

- I am not.

Of course you are.

You're your mother's daughter.

It's a classic Electra complex.

I don't blame you. I mean...

...who wouldn't want

to murder your mother?

- Hey. How's the Harvard sweetheart?

- Divine.

Got an extra ciggie?

- Did you do his homework?

- Of course.

- Want to do mine?

- No.

This isn't what I think it is. Is it?

Where'd you get it?

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