Midnight in Paris Page #5

Let's do it - Let's fall in love

- You look lost!

- Oh, yeah!

- You're an American?

- If you count Alabama as America, which I do.

I miss the bathtub gin.

What do you do?

- Me? I'm a writer.

- Who do you write?

- Oh, right now I'm working on a novel.

- Oh, yes?

I'm Zelda, by the way.

Oh, Scott! Scott!

- Yes, what it is, sweetheart?

- Here's a writer, from, um... where?

- California.

- Scott Fitzgerald, and who are you, old sport?

Gil...the...

You have the same names as...

As what?

Scott Fitzgerald and...

Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. The Fitzgeralds.

Isn't she beautiful?

Yes. Yes! Yeah, that's...

that's a coincidence...like....uh...

You have a glazed look in your eye.

Stunned. Stupefied. Anesthetized. Lobotomized.

I...I...keep looking at the man playing piano, and I

believe it or not, recognize his

face from some old sheet music.

I know I can be one of the great writers

of musical lyrics - not that I can write melodies, and I try,

and then I hear the songs he writes,

and then I realize: I'll never write a great lyric,

- and my talent really lies in drinking.

- Sure does.

Yeah, but, he didn't write the music, did he?

That's not possible...

So...um...

- What kind of books do you write?

- I...I...I'm working on a...um...

Where am I?

Oh, I'm sorry. Don't you know the host?

Some friends have gotten together

a little party for Jean Cocteau.

Hey, lady. What...

Are you kiddding me?

I know what you're thinking.

This is boring. I agree!

I'm ready to move on. Let's do Bricktop's!

- Bricktop's?

- I'm bored! He's bored! We're all bored.

We. Are. All. Bored.

Let's do Bricktop's.

Why don't you tell Cole and Linda

to come with, and...um...

uh...Gil? You coming?

[Cole Porter's "You've Got That Thing"]

You got that thing - You got that thing

The thing that makes birds forget to sing

Yes, you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got that charm, that subtle charm

that makes young farmers desert the farm

[Josphine Baker's "La Conga Blicoti"]

This is one of the finest establishments

in Paris. They do a diamond whiskey sour.

Bon soir, tous le monde!

(Good evening, everyone!)

Un peu tir de bourbon, s'il vous plat.

(A small shot of bourbon, please.)

Greetings and salutations.

You'll forgive me.

I've been mixing grain and grape.

Now, this a writer. uh...Gil. Yes?

- Gil...Gil Pender.

- Gil Pender.

Hemingway.

Hemingway?

You liked my book?

Liked? I loved!

All your work.

Yes, it was a good book,

because it was an honest book,

and that's what war does to men.

And there's nothing fine and noble

about dying in the mud,

unless you die gracefully,

and then it's not only noble, but brave.

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