Royal Wedding Page #4

tell her I'm waiting for her please.

I will.

- I like your boat.

- Thank you Monsieur.

Monsieur Bowen.

I have a favour to ask.

On every crossing, we have a gala

benefit for the disabled seamen.

I was wondering if you and your sister

would dance for us on that night.

Oh, we'd love to. Just tell us when.

One number

would be sufficient.

No trouble at all.

I know it's an imposition to ask

you two. But I would feel so...

We'd love to.

Don't worry we'll do it.

There's a fella that won't take yes

for an answer.

Oh, fine. Thanks for showing up

for rehearsals.

Oh... Er John, this is my brother Tom.

Tom this is John.

- How do you do?

- Glad to know you.

I just picked up John

in the writing room.

- So I gather.

- He's a real Lord.

Oh, it's nothing at all.

- Miss Bowen.

- Yes.

- A cable.

- Oh, thank you. Excuse me please.

Oh, Tom. That was from Pete.

He says he's very blue

except for his eye which is black.

Let's forget Pete for this trip, shall we?

Excuse us.

Oh dear. It looks a little dim

out there, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Monsieur Bowen,

I'm wondering if you and your sister

would dance right away

instead of waiting until 10:30.

We're a little afraid

of the weather.

- You mean it might be a little rocky?

- Yes.

That won't bother us,

we can handle it.

- Thank you, Monsieur.

- Any time you say.

I'd better change my dress.

Open your eyes,

there's a sapphire sky above us.

High above us.

Made for you.

When you open your eyes.

Open your eyes,

there's a carpet of jade around us.

Laid around us.

All for you.

When you open your eyes.

Let me show you the sight.

Take you on a tour of this great,

new fabulous world.

We own. We alone.

So open you eyes

and you'll see how this momentary,

ordinary night can seem.

More unreal than a dream.

We can handle it alright.

What do we do now?

- Keep your balance.

- Oh, sure.

So sorry.

- Oh, it's nothing.

- Pardon us.

(Applause)

What?

- Isn't it wonderful Tommy?

- It sure is.

(Phone rings)

Hello. Yes. Oh, sure. Yes, yes.

Do come on up.

Room two hundred & eleven,

twelve and fourteen. OK.

Who was that?

Edgar Klinger, Irving's brother,

he's coming up.

I'm so happy Tommy.

I wonder what the Princess

is doing this morning?

Why don't you call her

and ask her?

I know what I'd be doing

a month before my wedding.

Probably trying to figure

a way to get out of it.

Do you really think so?

You know you would,

and so would I.

(Door bell)

How do you do?

I'm Edgar Klinger.

Oh, we didn't know...

- That Irving and I were twins.

- No, we didn't.

I must say.

He should have told you, you know.

After all this is a pretty box of pickles.

May I come in?

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