Dodsworth Page #3

Can't you just see them in Venice

with their Baedekers?

Why is it that traveling Americans

are always so dreadful?

Why is it Americans

are always such snobs?

You think it's snobbish to want to see

someone besides fellow citizens aboard?

You can't think of what one misses by

leading a safe and sane American life.

Will you put me in charge

of your safety and sanity?

And tonight between 11:15 and 11:30,

Mr. Dodsworth...

you will see

this light off the port bow.

- Bishop's Light, it's called.

- Bishop's Light?

Yes, on Bishop's Rock.

- You sorry it's over?

- What's over?

- The voyage.

- Oh, no.

Not that I've been bored though.

You've taken excellent care of that.

I'm making great plans

for us in London.

For us? I know these steamship

intimacies. They never survive dry land.

Why can't you believe that this,

as they say, is different?

- What?

- It was land.

- Was it, Sammy dear?

- Bishop's Light, they call it.

I could get ashore in an hour

if I had a motorboat.

I can't believe we've done it!

Ashore! In England!

I don't know what to do

about Sam's Anglomania.

That's all right about my Anglomania,

but come look at the light with me.

All right. Come on.

Let's look at the light.

Now don't hurry me, Sam.

I've got on high heels.

My hair will be ruined in this wind!

I'm freezing! I haven't got any coat!

- Put this on.

- Please.

What difference does it make?

- I don't see any light.

- Wait. You'll see it in a minute.

- Where will I look?

- Look straight over there.

- I can't see it.

- Wait. There it goes!

See it?

That's very pretty,

but you can have your coat now.

Captain Lockert and I

have to dance.

- It'll flash again in a minute.

- I just can't stay. It's too cold.

- There it goes again!

- I'd like to stay and watch...

- Coming, Lockert?

- Yes, coming.

Say, Fran, I could get ashore in

half an hour if I had a fast motorboat!

- I beg pardon, sir.

- Oh, yeah, sure. That's right.

Oh, well, sir,

last night of the voyage.

- Yes, sir, half an hour, maybe less.

- Beg pardon, sir.

- Bring me a drink out here, will you?

- What would you like?

Bring me something

quieting to the nerves.

- Quieting, sir?

- Yeah...

- Why don't you try stout, Mr. Dodsworth?

- I beg your pardon?

You asked for something quieting,

and I prescribed stout.

- A double stout, sir?

- All right, sure. Yeah.

What is it you called that light?

I saw it too.

Bishop's Light. Of course, I've never

been across before. I got excited.

I took one look at that light and

all I read about England came to light.

The town behind it with

those flat-faced brick houses...

and a cart crawling up a hill

between high hedges...

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