One Hour with You Page #2

[Woman, Slngsongy]

Oh, sweetheart.

- She's lying again.

- Lie back.

- Yes, angel?

- [Slngsongy] Good mornlng.

[Singsongy]

Good morning.

Are you busy?

No. Not at all.

Well, uh, I don't want to dlsturb you.

[Slngsongy]

Good-bye.

[Singsongy]

Good-bye.

- [Door Closes]

- [Exhales]

In Switzerland we have

a very peculiar law.

When a husband shoots his wife,

they put him in jail.

- Is this taxi engaged?

- Yes, madame.

Oh, that's too bad.

But, madame -

- Really, I - I hate to do this, monsieur.

- It's perfectly all right, madame.

But perhaps both of us -

Perhaps I could drop you, if you -

- I'm going towards the Bois.

- So am I.

- Oh. That's fine.

- Oh, that's splendid.

- Professor-

- Yes.

Speaking "detectively,"

you're as good as divorced right now.

Do you think the Five-Year Plan

will go over?

Madame, I don't believe in making plans.

Neither do I, monsieur.

I leave everything to the moment.

It's a very good place to live in.

You know, I think it was

awfully sweet of you to take me along.

I think so too.

Oh, monsieur, you're conceited.

No, madame.

I am married.

So, you have a wife.

Mm-hmm. And she has a husband.

Mmm. I can imagine.

- Madame.

- Monsieur.

Tell me. Do you see anything wrong

in us being alone together in this cab?

- Absolutely not.

- Neither do I.

Two strange people of opposite sex,

riding in a cab...

sitting side by side.

The gentleman reading a newspaper.

[Chuckles]

The lady looking out of the window.

[Both Laughing]

Explain that to your wife.

She won't believe it!

Would you believe it?

- Never!

- I wouldn't believe it myself.

No, and let me tell you something.

My husband wouldn't believe it either.

Your-Y-Your-

Oh, m-madame,

we're in a terrible situation.

Oh, we're as good as guilty.

All the facts are against us.

What shall we do?

Throw your newspaper away

and let us face the facts.

Madame.

Monsieur.

Driver, stop!

[Tlres Screech]

Madame, you may think I'm a coward.

I am!

- Mitzi!

- Colette!

[Together]

Darling!

[Together]

You look marvelous!

[Chattering Excitedly]

Oh, Mitzi, my darling. How have you been?

I haven't seen you since that day in Lausanne.

I've so much to tell you

I can hardly begin.

But werert we happy

and gay in Lausanne?

You look just as smart

and as stunning as then.

Oh, I'm much wiser, though,

thanks to several men.

Oh, how's the composer

you went with so much?

He's gone, but he had

such a wonderful touch.

And the painter who painted you

all draped in gauze?

One night I found out

what an artist he was.

[Chattering Excitedly]

Your boudoir's adorable,

simply divine.

And that bed - It's too gorgeous.

I wish it were mine.

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