Riptide

Listen. I tell you what. We go up to my sister Sylvia's.

There's some fun going on up there.

Do you like mad parties ?

Well, yes, I think I do, thank you very much.

Good. What's your name ?

Rexford.

Where do you live ?

Ritz chambers.

Well, you run along home and get on a nice evening dress

and pick me up in an hour. How's that ?

Right.

Right. No, wrong. I'll pick you up.

That'll be quicker. And step on it.

Yes, I'd better, before somebody steps on me.

The lady, milord.

Thank you.

Milord.

Milady.

Is he kidding ?

Are you a lord ?

I'm terribly sorry, yes.

Are you really the beetle ?

I was the beetle.

How do you like

picking up a lady to go to a ball ?

Adored it.

Lucky, wasn't it ?

Most fortunate.

You could be cavorting around a hot room

with some fat old sheep tick or even a flea.

Now here you are on the threshold of trouble

with someone who happens at the moment to be very unattached.

The gods be praised.

Just how unattached are you ?

Free as the air.

We haven't differed on anything up to now, have we ?

No, I know.

I think it's a good sign.

From home.

How did you know I wanted a highball ?

Just instinct.

Sweet.

And you too.

Fun, isn't it ?

From out of nowhere.

It's where the best things come from, nowhere.

Glad ?

Thrilled.

May I ?

If you want to.

Old beetle.

Are they blowing that whistle for us ?

No, the French lines

are very sympathetic about a thing like this.

How sweet.

Come with me to my stateroom.

No, no. That boat's my enemy.

It's taking you away from me.

But only for a while.

You think so ? No.

Forever, I'm afraid.

Darling, do you know why

I can't stand you leaving me ?

It's been so perfect up to now.

Too good to be true, hasn't it ?

And it's everything a woman thinks of love.

I'm not over it yet, but I will be eventually.

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