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And, poetry? I... I don't suppose that you--
Recite it? Yeah, I'm afraid I do. At the drop of an end rhyme.
Well, what does your repertoire consist of?
Oh, the standard. Like, let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Oh, yes...
Or better still... shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more
temperate. Or best of all..how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the
depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
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Pretty tremendous, wasn't it?
Oh... I'm limp.
Well, what say I carry you out to the car? After all, we didn't make much of a grand
entrance.
Well. that certainly would be going out in a blaze of glory.
All right then.
No, no, no! Paul, put me down. Come on, other people are looking. Put me down. What other
people will think...
Well what are they gonna think? They don't even know us.
Well that's exactly the point. If they don't know us, it's even worse. They can imagine
all kinds of things.
What? That I was overtaken by a grand passion, and I swept you off into, well...in a moment
of panic.
Of course. In Symphony Hall, I'm sure.
Well, I don't know. Maybe I could've, I could've carried you off for ransom.
Oh, really? Well, what kind of ransom?
Oh, I don't know. Coin of the realm, I suppose.
And is that all?
Well...no. They might have thought we were a modern day version of Elizabeth Barrett
and Robert Browning. You know, that you were a bed-ridden invalid, and that I carried you
around in my arms from one moving experience to another.
Well, that's a very romantic notion, but then they all are.
Well then why didn't you let me do it?
Because, they...they wouldn't have thought any of those things. Unh uh...other people
are...well-- they're too literal. They're too inhibited inside, and filled with disapproval.
You know what they'd think? They would think that we were either drunk or a couple of beatniks
or out for some publicity stunt, that's what.
You mean to stand there and tell me that there's no more hope for romance in this world?
No. I don't know. I don't know. Is there?
Well I think so. And, I'm not gonna stop.
Well, good. I don't think you should.
It does get a little lonely. You know...having no one to share it with.
I'm sure you'll find someone.
How can you be so sure?
Because you deserve it.
I don't think there are any more romantics in this world.
Well I can think of a worse fate, or does that --does that strike you as being not possible?
No. Well what would we do, then?
You could sit in the best box in the house while drinking that juice that they serve
here during intermission. And, I'll play the piano for you.
I see. And... and after that?
Well, after that we can...oh, I don't know. Well, we can dance in the aisles or we can
recite from the stage. We can listen to all the echoes of the top music that have been
played here for many, many years.
And...
And...and then it would be morning, and we'd have to go, wouldn't we?
Um hmm. As we do now...
As we do...now. Look, must we?
What?
I know we can't stay here, but you know, it's still early isn't it? Can't I buy you a nightcap
at The King's Plate or an espresso at The Blue Blanc? Hmmm?
Well, I, I... I don't think so, Paul.
What, still trapped to other people's opinions?
Well, if it's a matter of not being seen together, you know there's my apartment.
Your apartment...?
Look, I know how that sounds, but, well with Mrs. Gubbins, I might as well be inviting
you to Grand Central Station.
Why, she does kind of have a charming way of popping in with dismay. I mean, it's probably
pretty dismaying to you sometimes.
Listen, I'd miss it if she didn't. Come on. I could make you coffee, or there's that cache
of liquor Irene gave me. How 'bout it? Hmmm? Come on...
Okay! But if you promise to get me home by midnight.
Still wearing that glass slipper, eh? Come on, Cinderella...
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Well, what'll it be? Coffee or a drink or both?
Both?
Say, you can have coffee with brandy in it or Irish coffee with whiskey.
Oh, you --you don't have to bother with coffee. Brandy's fine.
Okay.
Well, Irene certainly doesn't do things by halves, does she?
She certainly doesn't.
She certainly didn't when she brought us together, did she?
It didn't seem like she did alright.
Why do you say that. Does it disturb you to think that she did?
Maybe a little. Maybe I like to think it was more than that. More like destiny.
Oh, you mean something in our stars? Do you really think people believe that any more?
I like to.
Sure...but you are a romantic.
So are you. So why are you fighting it? What's wrong with being star struck?
Nothing, but what if we're...star-crossed?
So be it...
What do you mean?
I mean I'd accept it.
That's not too much fun, you know.
I suppose not.
Unhappy endings...
Well, that may be. On the other hand, I don't think it worried them too much.
Who?
Oh...Romeo and Juliet. Troilus and Cressida. Only the names are different. Certainly didn't
stop them, did it?
Do you think that was wise?
It may not have been wise, but it was human. And I'm human.
So am I.
Shall we drink to that?
Ann: To what?
To all or some of it. To being star-struck or star-crossed. To unhappy endings. To...all
those who went before us. And mostly...to being human. Shall we drink to that? Will
you?
If you will.
I don't know, I don't know yet.
You don't? You don't know yet.
No...neither do you...
Yes...
Do you really?
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes...
I-- I told you I just don't know yet. Will you please take me home, Paul?
But why, Ann? Why?
Because I... I don't know. Please...
All right. All right...
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What's the matter? Did I do something?
No, no, no. You didn't do anything wrong.
Maybe it's just too late, Walter. Maybe that's it.
What time do you suppose it is?
I guess it must be about 12:30.
Walter: You think it's too late to call someone?
Oh, no that's the worst thing you could possibly do, especially if you just got them out of
bed. They'll be furious when they pick up the phone and nobody's there.
How will they know who it is? All right, all right, I'll hang on.
Hello.
Hello.
Yes.
This is Walter Reynolds here. I'm sure you're gonna hate me for this, Irene.
How'd you ever guess?
Well...you were the only one I could think of to call. You were the only one she mentioned.
Who?
Well...Ann...she's not home yet.
Oh...she isn't...?
No, she isn't. She did come over to your place for cocktails tonight, didn't she?
Yes, of course.
Well...I don't suppose she had dinner with you?
old enough to take care of herself, don't you think?
Yes, I'm sure she is... Thank you, Irene.
Not at all. Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Just make matters worse?
Yes, it did.
Isn't there any one you know?
No.
Any friend...?
Nobody that I know that I could call at this hour. It was a mistake to call Irene in the
Well then there's nothing you can do but wait. Look...maybe she went to a late show and ran
Yeah, I suppose so.
Walter, I'm sure that she's --
Not what!
Whatever it is you're thinking...
Is it really that obvious?
Just a little bit. Look, you wanna knock it off for the night or go on working?
I don't know. Either way it'd be... Come on. Whatya say we give it another try, huh?
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I'm sorry about the car breaking down.
Paul, would you see if you can get me a cab, please?
I intend to. This is Paul Stevens at 2 1/2 Surf Alley. Surf Alley. Yes, could you send
a taxi over right away, please? As soon as possible. Thank you.
What did they say?
It'll be about ten minutes or sooner.
Oh, that's good.
Ann, I'm sorry about the car.
You couldn't help it.
I know. Look, but it's upset you.
Well...you couldn't help that either.
How about a cup of coffee?
Oh, no. Nothing, thank you.
Would you like to wait downstairs? I'll wait there with you, of course.
No...no this is fine.
Well, there's no use standing here, is it?
No...I guess not.
Do you mind if I sit here?
Paul...I'd rather you didn't...
What are you afraid of, Ann? Walter? Making a scene? Yourself? What!
I'm afraid of it all, Paul. I'm afraid of it all...
Afraid? Really afraid?
Yes...
And I'm responsible.
No, no, no. It's not your fault. It's not. I am.
Maybe it's a little of both. Maybe...maybe nobody's responsible in these things.
Do you want me to call him and tell him what happened to the car?
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