An Affair to Remember

MAN:
(SINGING)

Our love affair

Is a wondrous thing

That we'll rejoice

In remembering

Our love was born

With our first embrace

And a page was torn

Out of time and space

Our love affair

May it always be

A flame to burn

Through eternity

So take my hand

With a fervent prayer

That we may live

And we may share

A love affair

To remember

And so, while the New

York Stock Exchange

showed signs

of restlessness,

there was little or no uneasiness

on the part of optimists.

Here's good news

for you bachelors.

Competition

for pretty girls

will definitely

be easier

now that Nickie Ferrante,

the big dame hunter,

is going out

of circulation.

Yes, it'll be wedding bells

for him at long last.

Mr. Ferrante is

sailing today from Europe

and Miss Lois Clark

will be waiting for him

at the gangplank

in New York.

Lois and her lovely 600

million bucks. What a deal!

Not only all that lettuce,

but a beautiful tomato, too.

Wow.

(MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)

(CONTINUES IN ITALIAN)

(EXCLAIMING IN ITALIAN)

(BIG BEN CHIMING)

Mmm. Here's rather

a choice little tidbit,

Nickie Ferrante sails tonight

to enter into matrimony

with one of America's

industrial nobility.

Rock and gravel,

I believe.

It's a Miss Lois...

Clark.

Yes.

Well...

Well, there you have it.

Signor Ferrante?

No, no.

Signor Ferrante?

Is he on board?

Yes. Signor Ferrante!

Signor Ferrante.

Signor Ferrante.

Signor Ferrante?

Boy, here I am.

Are you

Signor Ferrante?

I have a telephone call

for you from Paris.

Mr. Ferrante, would you autograph

this... (WOMEN CLAMORING)

That's very kind, but I'm

wanted on the telephone.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yes, this is Ferrante.

Who's calling?

Oh, put her on.

You beast.

Hello, Gabriella.

(IN MOCKING TONE) "Hello,

Gabriella." Don't you talk to me.

"Don't talk..." then

why did you call me?

How could you speak of love

to me, say the things you did?

And you,

about to be married!

You remember

what you whispered

when I gave you

the cigarette case?

Well, of course, dear.

I said... I said...

Hello! Hello! Can you

hear me, Gabriella?

I believe

we're disconnected.

We are not

disconnected!

Operator! Operator!

Oh, this is a shame.

Operator!

Hypocrite!

I have in my hand a knife

and I wish it were

in your back.

(WINCES)

(GABRIELLA UTTERING

EPITHETS IN FRENCH)

Mmm.

Well! Mr. Ferrante. My

name's Hathaway, Ned Hathaway.

Really?

Welcome aboard.

I was wondering

if you'd care to join

my wife, my sister and me

in a game of bridge.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr.

Hathaway, but I cheat.

It's an addiction.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I beg your pardon. I think

you have my cigarette case.

I might as well confess.

I am a jewel thief.

I don't believe it.

I was returning it to the

purser. I found it in the... Ah.

Just a moment. How do I know it's yours?

(CLEARS THROAT) Well, there's an

inscription to me on the inside.

Oh.

"To Nicolo."

Oh.

Don't tell me

you're the famous...

Oh, I have read so much about

you in Life and Look and...

Possibly Good Housekeeping?

Now, may I have my case?

No, no.

Just a moment.

Hmm.

Whew!

This is frightfully

intimate.

I know just enough French

to be embarrassed.

Could you

refine it a little

and tell me in effect

what it says?

Well, in effect,

it says,

(CLEARS THROAT)

"In memory of three unforgettable

nights aboard La Gabriella,"

which is her yacht.

Oh.

I guess that's you,

all right.

(CHUCKLES)

Tell me, did you write the

song, "I'll Never Smile Again?"

(CHUCKLING) No.

But I'm thinking of writing one

called "Moon Over La Gabriella."

Do you think it will ever take

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