The Gay Divorcee Page #4

I've given it a lot of sincere thought.

Matter of fact, I've lost sleep.

Do you realize I've spent

the last two weeks looking for you?

Didn't you get your coat all right?

Yes, but I missed something.

Some little note telling me

where I could get in touch with you.

I've got to know something

about you:

Whether you're happy,

what flowers you like...

...your favorite books and music.

Look, when do I see you again?

Won't you please tell me

where I can get in touch with you?

You can't.

I'm staying with friends, old friends.

You'd be much too upsetting. I wouldn't

know what you were going to do next.

Well, if you won't give me

your phone number, here's mine.

Just wasting paper.

I thought you were economical.

That's better.

May I go now?

All right. But you will try

and call me tomorrow, won't you?

I'll be waiting.

I'll be waiting every day.

And then I'll rest up at night

so I can wait some more.

I say, old chap, do you mind

letting us through here?

Oh, rather. Right you are. Cheerio.

Right you are, sorry.

Awfully sorry, folks. Right.

I bought this in a sporting goods store.

Wait. You didn't tell me your name.

Mimi.

Mimi?

Mimi.

- I'll tell Mr. Fitzgerald you're here, Mrs...

- Thank you very much.

Hortense, it's hopeless.

I don't know why we're here.

Darling, Egbert's

a very old friend of mine.

He doesn't know much about law.

It's his father who's the brains.

You know, all of his family

spent their entire lives at the bar.

Dear Egbert. He was nearly

my third husband.

He would have been, too, but he suddenly

left for India on an elephant hunt.

I wonder why he preferred to hunt elephants

when he could've married me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ditherwell, Mr. Fitzgerald

doesn't seem to recall your name.

Why, what do you mean, he doesn't?

Oh, of course, I've been married again.

He wouldn't know me as Ditherwell.

That was my third husband, my last.

Now, let me see.

What name did Egbert know me by?

Hortense, darling.

I didn't marry in 1929 or '30.

That was the year of the crash. Men

didn't know whether they had money.

Well... Well, I tell you

just what you say.

You say "peanuts." He'll know.

- Peanuts?

- Yes.

You know, the association of ideas.

Peanut, elephant. Elephant hunt, me.

- I'll tell him "peanuts," madam.

- Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

She said to say, "peanuts."

Oh, did she?

Well, tell her I don't want any.

She also mentioned something about India.

Elephant hunting.

Well, that makes it,

"peanuts, India, elephant hunt."

That doesn't make sense. Horte...

Oh, no. No, it couldn't be.

Tell her I'm not here.

Tell her I'm in conference.

Tell her I'm out of town.

Egbert, darling.

Oh, darling.

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