Designing Woman Page #3

It's all around us: The mountains,

the desert, Marineland, the Pacific Ocean.

- Don't forget the Pacific Ocean.

- I won't.

Tell me, have you ever sailed

in a small boat way out on the ocean...

...with the salt spray in your face

and the wind in your hair?

- No. Have you?

- Certainly not, do you think I'm crazy?

But I'd be willing to try.

- Come on.

- No, I couldn't. I couldn't possibly.

During the next four days,

we hardly made a dent in Mike's $700...

...because all we did was lie around

and yak it up.

- What's that?

- A sketch for a dress.

- That's what I do, design clothes.

- For a living?

Well, what do you know?

That's why I must get back to New York

tonight. That's why...

For heaven's sake,

do you realize I haven't packed yet?

I'm sorry.

- Please, Mike, I've really got to rush.

- Wait.

We have things to see:

Marineland, the porpoises.

We haven't seen them feed the porpoises.

Mike, it's out of the question.

I can't possibly. Come on.

Welcome to Marineland of the Pacific,

the world's largest oceanarium.

I can't remember who first brought up

the subject of love.

It certainly doesn't sound like me.

One minute I was experting

on the care and feeding of porpoises...

...and the next thing I knew,

we were talking about love. Its symptoms.

I eat like a fooI. When I'm in love, I mean.

My friends told me they couldn't swallow

a morseI, but I eat like a fooI.

With that boy from Yale,

some time ago, of course...

...I gained eight pounds.

And then there was a certain artist.

It was two years

before I got back to normaI.

I just eat and eat and eat.

Just a cup of cold consomm, please.

And maybe the tiniest bit of that pompano.

And a large lobster salad and...

Oh dear, you have trout.

- Will you have both?

- All right.

Then for dessert...

I felt the blush coming from my waist up.

Mike was staring at me.

But he knew it as well as I did.

I was in love with my character.

How about it?

- Mike?

- We're adults.

We know what we're doing.

I couldn't, Mike.

She did, though.

We were married that night, in Arizona.

Do you, Marilla, take MichaeI

to be your lawfully wedded husband...

...to love and to cherish...

After a honeymoon of exactly

20 and a half hours, we flew to New York...

...our arms locked the whole way.

Except for breakfast.

Marilla needed two hands for that.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's expected...

...we will land in New York

on scheduled time, which will be 9:10.

- One hour. Where do you live, anyway?

-74th Street.

We'll stop at my place first. It's closer.

Then we'll hop a cab and get your stuff.

- Cab? What about my furniture?

- Well, give it away.

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