Letty Lynton Page #5

That's one sailor too many.

Come on.

What time do you get up?

I don't know. Why?

I want to see that shuffleboard of yours.

A plunge before breakfast,

breakfast, tennis, shuffleboard,

soup, lunch...

deck chairs, cocktails...

dinner.

That leaves only the night.

And I sleep like a deck hen.

First thing you know,

old Manhattan skyline and we're home.

You must be tired.

I bet we went around that deck

400 times.

Oh, gosh, I flat.

That's all right.

So did I.

Good night.

Good night.

Seven, eight, seven.

Santa Claus is now coming down

my chimney.

There ain't no Santa Clause.

Get out.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Ladies and gentleman.

If you have wondered why you haven't

received any wireless messages today,

it is because we have placed them

on the Christmas tree.

A Merry Christmas.

Don't crowd in. I'll get yours.

Thanks.

Are these all the Ls? Yes, sir.

None for Miss Lynton.

I didn't see any, sir.

Thanks.

Are we a couple of orphans or not?

If ever two people were left out

in the cold, it's you and I.

As a matter of fact, most of the messages

fell off or got knocked off.

So we'll probably get ours

in the morning.

Cheer up.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Jerry.

I'm sorry, Miss Letty.

What's the matter with you?

I don't know, I'm sure.

Must be just Christmas, I guess.

What's our next stop?

The boat?

Yes, where do we stop next?

Havana.

When?

Tomorrow noon.

I'm getting off.

Oh, no, Miss Letty. You can do as

you like, but I'm getting off.

There's only one thing I like:

To be with you.

I can't wait getting off at Havana.

Going back, Miss Letty?

How do I know?

Oh, Miss Letty...

May I say something?

Yes.

This young man, Darrow...

you love him, don't you?

All right, so what?

Miss Letty...

There's no reason under the sun

he should ever know a thing.

There is nobody but me to tell.

And you know

I'd cut my tongue out for you.

Come in.

They tell me the female likes to be

pursued by the male.

So here I am.

Good night, Miranda.

Sure you're all right, Miss Letty?

Yes, thank you.

Oh, Miranda.

Merry so and so.

Thank you, sir.

And a prosperous New what have you.

You started before the gun.

You're being called back.

Oh, I'll go back in a minute.

Sit down.

What should we talk about?

Rubber smells to high heaven.

So do chemical factories.

There was something I was going to ask you

the first time I caught up with you.

What was it?

Oh, yes, I remember.

Will you marry me?

That was it.

Will you?

The old way comes in pretty handy.

This is so sudden.

I mean it.

Oh, and how.

If we should get off this boat and go

our separate ways

and you weren't going to marry me

and live the rest of your life with me...

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