Man of the World Page #6

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Pause between business deals.

To your uncle,

I daresay it means, uh, change.

And to you?

I don't know.

There was a time

when it meant everything:

gaiety, glamour, adventure.

Now--

And now?

Now it's just a place to live...

and eat onion soup

at 1 :
00 in the morning.

In America at this hour

I suppose it would mean chop suey.

Give me chop suey every time.

I don't know

but what I agree with you.

You know, years ago

I used to be a-- a reporter.

After we put the paper to bed at night,

we used to stop in at a little place

on the corner for chop suey and, uh--

Foo yong.

Foo yong.

I hadn't thought of that

for years.

I suppose living in Paris makes up for

not having a bowl of chop suey.

I suppose so.

It's not the chop suey you miss.

It's what it stands for.

Home. America. Friends.

Fellows I used to know.

Plain things without sauces.

Hello, Mr. Trevor.

Oh, hello, Fred.

Off your beaten path

a bit tonight, aren't you?

Yes. I guess I am.

You know, these folks want to see

all the sights marked

on the picture postcards.

I'm beginning to think

they've been getting

the wrong kind of postcards.

The best American guide

in Paris, that fellow.

He doesn't seem to be

any better than you are.

That man back there

was Michael Trevor.

Very prominent American writer.

Very prominent.

What's he written?

Books.

Novels I guess you'd call 'em.

But I don't know. When you get

right down to it, what are they?

Nothing but books.

It's five past 1 :00.

I've got to be going.

It's been very nice of you

to show us around like this, Mr. Trevor.

Ah. My pleasure.

I'll only be gone 1 0 days.

I'd be tickled to death if you'd be

my guest some night when I get back.

Thank you.

You'd better hurry back.

Uncle Harry will go out of his mind

if has to spend all his time with me.

Pretty tough.

His first week in Paris,

and having to take you around

wherever he goes.

I can't imagine his ever

regarding you as a burden.

Only in Paris, I hope.

Oh. If I can, uh, relieve him

of any part of it--

If you could

take Mary around a bit,

that would be great.

Oh. That's fine.

Now all we need is Mar--

uh, Miss Kendall's consent.

Mary consents with

very unmaidenly rapidity.

Come on. Let's go now.

It's late.

Thank you.

Bonsoir, Monsieur Trevor.

Pierre.

I'd like to call you tomorrow, if I may.

There's a special cup race

at Longchamps.

Oh, I'd love to go!

Good. Suppose I call for you

tomorrow at, uh, 1 :00?

Oh, that'll be fine.

Well, I think I'll walk home.

I wouldn't dare walk five steps

from this door. I'd get lost.

There'll be a taxi along, uh,

almost any minute, I'm sure.

Thanks a lot

for showing us around.

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