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Where? At his house.

It's out near Versailles.

And he wants to talk about your paintings?

Do you really believe that?

Yes, I do.

If you believe that,

you'll believe anything.

Even in Chicago, I wouldn't believe it.

You're being very nasty.

I'm looking the facts in the face.

The facts? I'll tell you

what the facts are.

You're jealous. (SCOFFS)

Don't "huh" me! Huh!

You don't want me to be a success.

You want to hide me in a corner,

so you don't have to worry

about any competition.

Competition! If the Baron wants you,

he can have you. With my blessing.

Oh, boy, if that isn't a Frenchman for you.

Everything's reduced immediately to sex.

Let me tell you something.

I didn't come to Paris for that.

There's plenty of that in Chicago.

I came here to be a painter.

If I make it, I'm going to have paintings

in every damn museum in the world.

And if going to one dinner one

night in Versailles helps,

than I'll go to that dinner in Versailles.

And if that means losing 3200

Francs in theater tickets,

send me the bill and you'll

get a check in the morning.

Here's what I think of your 3200 Francs.

Now, let me tell you what I think of you.

Typical American woman!

Success, success, that's all you care for.

Trample everything else underfoot, love,

promises, friendship, everything.

Well, this is France, not America.

Women don't run this country.

Women know how to be women

here, not imitation men.

I could slap you!

Let me warn you. In France, men slap back.

That's enough for me. No, it isn't!

I have some other things to say.

Let go off me!

The first time I went out with

you, I told you to leave Paris.

It was too tough for you.

I now take that back. You

are too tough for Paris.

Will you let me go? I'll

predict your future.

You'll turn out like all the others.

I see them every day,

flitting from man to man.

Going to all the parties, bait

for every skirt chaser in Paris.

Three divorces by the time you're 30.

And in between, nice cozy

weekends with married men

in every charming little hotel

between here and Monte Carlo.

Ah!

If you go out to Versailles

tonight, you'll never see me again.

Good.

I can't think of anything

that would please me more.

Bonsoir.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(REPLIES IN FRENCH)

Charming!

I am delighted you could come.

I hope the invitation

wasn't too short a notice.

Well, if I'd known it was

going to be a party,

I certainly would have changed my clothes.

Nonsense. You're absolutely

perfect as you are.

And now, let me introduce

you to my other guests.

(PEOPLE CHATTING)

CHRISTINA.. Snobs! Snobs!

Not one of you has even

looked at me in 20 minutes.

Just because you're speaking French,

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