Shall We Dance Page #3

and everybody in it.

All visitors ashore,

Monsieur Petrov, a picture, please.

Thank you.

-One more, please.

-All right.

l certainly do envy you, Pete,

going home at last.

l kind of like the idea myself.

All right, so long, fellows,

thanks for everything.

Bye-bye.

Miss Keene.

Why, just Petrov.

You come to see me go, nyet?

Yes, isn't it sweet of me?

l know you come.

Petrov, l have been looking all over for....

-l beg your pardon.

-Miss Keene, my friend, Jeffrey Baird.

-How do you do?

-Really, Miss Keene....

What did you say?

Me? Nothing.

What's the matter with you,

you got a cold?

No, l feel like you say, good.

Well, you don't sound so good.

What's the matter with you?

Doesn't Mr. Baird understand Russian?

-Not a--

-Yes.

What?

What sort of a game is this?

lt's just a game little American boys play.

l beg your pardon, sir.

-We can't find Mr. Petrov.

-Well, you've got to find him.

He's probably practicing

that jiggling somewhere.

l've looked everywhere, sir.

Splendid service, that's all l can say.

Bring the world's leading ballet

dancer aboard this ship...

and he disappears from his stateroom

under your very nose.

Well, he might be

in someone's else's stateroom, sir.

What would he be doing

in someone else's stateroom?

That would be entirely up to him, sir.

You aren't really serious

about that marriage idea, Lynn?

No, Arthur?

What about me?

l'm sorry, but l'm facing real happiness

for the first time in my life.

Yes, and l'm facing bankruptcy...

for the third time in my life.

-Steward, miss.

-Come in.

l ordered lunch for us.

You can put the table right here.

l guess we won't be having

many more of these together.

Lynn, l still think you're a sap

to walk out on me just to get married.

No, l'm tired of living the kind of life

l've been leading.

Look, Lynn, l'll give you $10,000 more

than l gave you last year.

You don't understand,

your kind never does.

Money, isn't everything.

But, Lynn, after all these years together.

Arthur, l'm tired of being pawed.

l beg your pardon.

My compliments, miss...

and as for you, sir, shame.

You misled me, you tricked me.

You knew that she was going

to take this boat.

l'll admit the charge and plead

in extenuation my extreme youth.

And where have you been all day?

With that woman?

Not that woman, Jeff. The woman.

But l wasn't with her, and furthermore,

she hasn't left her room all day, darn it.

Probably one of those night prowlers.

But she's not going to prowl

too near you...

because l intend to accompany you

all evening.

-Good, maybe she's got a friend.

-Really?

What's the matter, what are you doing?

What are you weaving about like that for?

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