Double Wedding Page #4

come to my arms.

No, no, I don't feel it, don't feel it.

Oh, little desert flower, come to my arms.

Did you feel that?

That was perfect. Go on.

Come to my arms.

You quiver,

you tremble at my very touch.

You haven't touched her. How do you know

whether she's quivering and trembling?

You've got to make her tremble

and quiver. Make her.

Oh, little desert flower,

come to my arms.

You quiver,

you tremble at my very touch.

My longing for you

goes beyond pride and nobility.

Um... Uh...

I love you.

Well, thanks, Charlie. I like you too.

Ohhh.

Waldo, that's your line to her:

"I love you. "

Oh, well. I love you.

Blindly, adoringly, madly, passionately.

- How was that?

- Awful. Simply awful.

Well, Charlie, the trouble is

I'm a little sleepy.

Sleepy? You're dead on your feet.

You're supposed to be an Arabian, old man.

A hot-blooded Arabian.

- Yes. How can I resist unless you attack?

- Why, certainly.

I could do it better myself.

The scene ain't got no "yumph" in it.

There's the word, "yumph. "

The scene hasn't any "yumph" in it.

What's "yumph," Charlie?

Why, "yumph" is... It means...

Here, sit down.

Sit down. Now, let me show you.

It's very simple.

"Trumerei. "

Now, watch carefully, old man.

Oh, little desert flower,

come to my arms.

Why, you tremble,

you quiver at my very touch.

Ah. My longing for you goes

beyond pride and nobility.

I love you.

Madly, adoringly, blindly, passionately.

You getting it?

Uh-huh.

Good. Now, the kiss.

Ah. My little English orchid.

Do you feel it?

See, that's it, Waldo.

"Yumph, yumph. " Like this:

There, that's it.

That's the real kind of "yumph. "

Do you get it?

Irene!

Stop that.

Let go of her.

And you let go of him, you big ape.

I'm not no ape.

- What are you doing down there?

- We're rehearsing.

What?

- Rehearsing.

Yeah, you see, this is Charlie.

Charlie Lodge. He's a movie director.

I'm not surprised at anything,

because I know I'm going to wake...

...and find that this has all been a dream.

- Come, let's get out of here.

- Yes.

- Waldo, where's your hat?

- Over here.

Why don't you stay

and join our little troupe?

You could be Lady Vere de Vere,

Irene's snooty sister...

...who is secretly a terrific drunk.

No, thank you, Mr. Lodge.

I believe that Waldo and Irene

are thoroughly bored by now. I know I am.

Oh, you consider yourself

above such childish make-believe?

Far above it, Mr. Lodge.

How is it up there? Pretty cool?

I know Irene and Waldo

don't think it's so hot.

I suppose you think

they prefer this sort of thing.

- This sort of thing?

- Adolescent bohemianism.

Sleeping all day, drinking all night.

Play-acting in garrets

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