The Barkleys of Broadway Page #2
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1949
- 109 min
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- smuggle them under our coats, go home.
- We can't.
- There must be a place we can be alone.
- Well, I know, but...
- Let's go out on the terrace.
Honey, there's snow out there.
I'll get your wrap. We'll have a picnic.
- Wonderful!
- Fine. Now you pile up your plate...
and follow me out there.
Bring a knife and fork.
I'll probably freeze to death.
May I be of some assistance,
Mrs. Barkley?
Thank you, yes.
- Would you mind holding that?
- Not at all.
We haven't met. I'm Jacques Barredout.
How do you do? Of course.
I should have recognized you
from your pictures.
I'm glad you didn't. They're frightful.
The only good one I have
is rather indecent, I'm afraid.
Taken on a bearskin rug
at the age of three months.
I have one of those, too.
- You do?
- Yes.
I'm quite an admirer of your plays.
I understand you're just finishing
a new one.
My most serious effort. I plan to direct it.
- How nice.
- I only hope it'll be half as successful...
as your little musical extravaganza.
I was there tonight.
- Well, the audience seemed to like it.
- Unfortunately, I did not.
- Well, at least you're honest.
- Now, don't be angry, please.
I don't care for musical comedy in general.
- But this one for a special reason.
- And what was that?
You.
You're wasted in musical comedy.
You could be a great tragic actress.
Monsieur Barredout,
you really don't mean that.
I do.
There was one moment in particular
I was moved to tears, the subway scene.
Shall we?
The subway scene!
And who knows?
Sarah Bernhardt, Eleonora Duse...
in this crass, modern, commercial theater
might have ended up in musical comedy...
just as you have done. Don't you see?
Oh, but it's so utterly silly of you
to compare me...
with those inspired immortals.
After all...
But you really did think
in the subway scene I had some of their...
Their quality. Mais oui.
How extraordinary.
Only a few minutes ago
I was talking to someone...
who didn't think
I had the emotional gift at all.
- He must be a complete idiot.
- Well, it's interesting to get both...
- Oh! Darling, where have you been?
- Siberia.
Bless you.
I got into the most interesting
conversation with Monsieur Barredout.
Allow me to present Monsieur Barredout.
Mr. Husband.
- Barkley's the name.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- I was telling your wife...
- I'd seen your show tonight and I think...
- Don't tell him.
- Charming.
- Thanks.
And now, Mrs. Barkley,
I hope we meet again...
now that we have a bearskin rug
in common.
- Will you excuse me?
- Certainly.
- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.
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