One Hour with You Page #3

My favorite perfume.

Femme de Paris.

Yes. Andre's so generous.

He gave it to me.

- Ah.

- Oh, I must show you my new lingerie.

Too stunning for only a husband to see.

- Those dresses - how thrilling!

- Yes, they're really quite fair.

I was just telling Andre

how I've nothing to wear.

- Ah?

- Of course, these are his.

Oh, they're as cute as can be.

But where is the rest of them?

Oh, pardon me.

- Well -

- Colette!

[Chattering]

I buy all his things, and believe it or not,

he wears even the ties.

- Well, he must love you a lot.

- How's the professor?

- Which one do you mean?

- The one that you married.

- Oh, he's still on the scene.

- You don't sound so happy.

Unless you're well mated, this business

of marriage is much overrated.

Oh, Mitzi, you don't know

how sorry I feel.

As for Andre and me -

well, he's just too ideal.

He sets me atingle.

I set him aflame.

#And no matter what happens #

#We still stay the same #

# Day after day #

#We will always be sweethearts

the same #

#As the day we began #

# Do what he may #

#We will always be sweethearts #

# For he is my boy #

#And my man #

# He kisses me

and my lips are so willing #

# But we both agree #

#That each time it's more thrilling #

#And so I can say #

#We will always be sweethearts

the same #

#As the day #

#We began ##

[Chuckles]

Darling.

This is Mitzi.

And this is Andre.

I'm - I'm extremely happy, madame.

Doctor, the pleasure's mine.

[Chuckles]

My very best friend and...

- my very, very husband.

- [Chuckles]

Don't you like her?

Oh, y-yes.

Oh, yes. I - I like her.

[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

Look at him.

Look at him.

[Mutters]

Oh. No.

Isn't he darling?

I think he's cute.

Oh, please.

Oh!

- [Whispering] You mean to tell me -

- [Whispering]

[Whlsperlng Contlnues]

- He can?

- Yes, he can.

- No!

- I tell you he can!

Let's see him do it.

Darling, look like an owl.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, please, darling. Please.

- No, no.

- Oh, please do, Dede.

- Oh, no, no.

- Oh, please, Doctor. Look like an owl.

- Oh, now, madame. Will you - No.

- Yes, please do.

- I can't do it - No, no, no.

- Please. Please, Doctor.

Madame, luncheon is served.

It's about time.

- After lunch you'll do it?

- You will do it for me?

- No, no. Really, I -

- Mitzi, I hope you have a good appetite.

- Do you play Ping-Pong?

- Oh. Now, now stop it.

[Chuckles]

My wife thinks I am a darling.

And my wife's friend thinks I'm cute.

[Chuckles]

It's a terrible situation.

But I am determined

not to weaken.

We'll see.

[Whimpering]

Oh, madame.

Oh, call lyses 0546.

Tell Dr. Bertier to come.

- Yes, madame. At once.

- Describe my condition.

- Tell him you fear the worst.

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