The Philadelphia Story Page #3

to the servants' entrance.

Maybe this is

the servants' entrance.

- Good morning, Edward.

- Why, Mr. Haven!

Is Mrs. Haven... I mean,

Miss Tracy or her mother in?

They may be at the swimming pool, sir.

Shall I announce you?

No. I'll go around myself

and surprise them.

It will indeed

be a surprise, sir.

These are friends of Mr. Junius's.

Have them wait in the south parlor.

Certainly, Mr. Haven.

Excuse me, sir.

The south parlor?

Miss lmbrie, the south parlor.

The queen will have bread and honey

at the usual time.

Seems a little cold

for the south parlor.

I'd rather expected to find

pickaninnies and banjos.

What's this room?

I forgot my compass.

This would be south-southwest

parlor by living room.

Knickknacks, gimcracks,

signed photographs.

You'd have to be as rich as the Lords

to live in a dump like this.

- I wouldn't live in it if they paid me.

- They won't.

Looks like they run

a hockshop on the side.

Just lookin' around.

I'll want your fingerprints for this.

Hey, what's this...

What's this guy Haven up to?

C.K. Dexter Haven.

What kind of a name is that?

C.K. Dexter Haven.

Macaulay Connor's

no homespun tag, my pet.

Yeah, you just try

callin' me Macaulay.

I knew a plain Joe Smith once.

He was only a clerk in a hardware store,

but he was an absolute rat.

C.K. Dexter Haven.

He plays polo, he designs

sailboats, "class" boats.

- Very upper class.

- Don't despair.

He's out. Kittredge,

man of the people, is in.

Quite a comer too, I understand.

Political timber.

Poor guy. I wonder

how he fell for it.

Uh-oh, Liz. What did I tell you?

How do you like this?

"Living room, sitting room,

terrace, pool, stables."

That's so they can talk to the horses

without having them in the house.

Don't, Mike!

Yes?

This is the bridal suite.

Send up some caviar sandwiches

and a bottle of beer.

What? Who is this?

This is the voice of doom calling.

Your days are numbered,

to the seventh son of the seventh son!

- Hello? Hello?

- What's the matter?

One of the servants

has been at the sherry again.

- Dexter, you've come back!

- Ah, Dinah, my dream girl!

What in the name of...

No, it can't be. He went to

South America for two years.

Edward said they were

at the swimming pool.

They seem to be here.

Dexter, don't you know

that tomorrow is the wedding?

Oh, that's right.

So it is.

You can go right back

where you came from!

Can't. Dinah says it's

awful here without me.

Hello, you sweet thing.

Red, you look in the pink.

You don't think I'd miss

your wedding, do you?

- Dexter, you wouldn't.

- I'm not so sure he wouldn't.

No, Mother Lord, I wouldn't.

I assure you I wouldn't.

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