S.O.S. Titanic Page #3

in seven or eight months.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, nothing.

He's such an attractive man.

He can leave his patent leathers

outside my door any night.

- Maggie!

- Molly, darn it, Emma!

Scandalous.

This conversation's a little spicy

for me, ladies, if you'll excuse me.

I'm going to the smoke room

to have a very, very mild cigar.

Well, now we can

let our hair down.

Did I really bother JJ

with my nonsense?

No, you're good for him.

You make him laugh.

- He's suffered so much on my account.

- Oh, no.

No, it's true.

That's why I frowned

when you mentioned Mr Guggenheim.

John still hasn't got over the insults

after his divorce.

And worse after we were married.

Because he loved me he thought

his friends would accept me.

His friends do.

As for the others, to hell with them.

He can't say that.

It's desperately important to him.

- It's his life.

- Cheer up.

Everything will look much better

after the baby's born.

You've got so much happiness

in store for you.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

- Thanks very much.

- Your health, Jimmy.

- Slainte.

- Up the Irish.

This is fierce. No different

to what it was back home.

I know, girls on one side, boys on the

other and never the twain shall meet.

We're all the time having dances

and we don't know how to dance.

I don't and I'm jiggered

if I'll apologise for it.

Damn silly business in my view.

I can dance.

Can you, Martin?

I can so,

only I haven't seen the girl yet.

- What girl is that?

- The girl I'll be after dancing with.

Good luck, old son.

It looks a pretty narrow field

from here.

Sit down, you eejit.

Hold that, will you?

Don't be doing that.

Stop it, do you hear?

Hello?

Hello?

We will be closing in five minutes'

time, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Turn off your light, Mr Moon Man

Go and hide your face behind a cloud

Can't you see that couples

want to spoon, man?

Two is company and three's a crowd

I'll take my lady to a shady place

where I can hug my lady

And we'll say to you, moonlight...

Oh-oh!

Oh, Emma, to be 17 again!

Or even 39.

I don't think there's a worse place

to be on your own

than a big romantic ship like this,

unless it's Niagara Falls.

You just know

there's so much love going on.

You lie there in the dark

and watch the shadows moving past that

crack of light under your cabin door.

Footsteps coming close,

footsteps going away.

A soft knock on a door

and a soft voice answers.

A door closes.

You wonder if you're the only one

sleeping one to a bed tonight.

- Maggie, you shock me.

- I'll brain you if you don't stop.

- Sit up straight.

- Was I slouching?

- No, you're blocking my view.

- View of what?

There's a bozo sitting behind...

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