Next Time We Love

It's right down this street here.

What's the name of the place, buddy? The George Washington?

No. Martha Washington. It's a hotel for women.

Oh, yeah?

There it is, right where that light is.

Wait right here.

Will you call up Ms. Cicely Hunt and tell her Mr. Tyler's here, please?

Just a minute, young man. Oh, no. I'm in a hurry. She's waiting for me.

Cicely Hunt? She's checked out.

Oh, well, there must be some mistake. Will you ring her room anyway, please?

There's no one in her room. She's checked out, I told you.

Oh, there's a young lady over there seems to be waiting for somebody.

Cicely.

Hey, Cicely, darling, you've got to wake up.

Hey, you've got a train to catch, young lady. It leaves at 6:30.

Hmm?

Oh.

I'm sorry, darling. I hate to wake you up. You looked so funny asleep.

Oh, porter, put those in the taxi, will you?

Oh, I was having such a nice dream. Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, sir. Pennsylvania Station.

I meant to get up sooner, but our city editor kept us all waiting around

for a flash on Lindbergh's flight to Paris.

Oh, any word? No. He hasn't been sighted yet.

I had to cover the story about the referee

stopping the fight at the Polo Grounds to pray for Lindbergh.

Pretty good yarn.

Front page? Well, I hope to tell you the front page.

That's two front page stories this week.

Pretty soon they'll be putting your name on your stories.

Yeah.

This cab goes fast enough, but that train will go a lot faster.

It's pretty awful, isn't it? Oh, darling, don't talk like that.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

Whoever said that?

Juliet, I think. A lot she knew.

I could have let you dream a little longer.

I'm glad you didn't. It gives us this many more minutes.

I'll meet you at the train, boss. All right, fine.

It'll be weeks and weeks, won't it, before we...

Oh, you'll be busy.

Yes. Junior prom with little boys from Princeton.

Rehearsals for The Merchant of Venice.

Student Council.

Well, anyway, there's just one more year after that.

By that time, you'll be wealthy and important.

A year and a half almost.

Time enough for you to meet girls who've already gotten started,

newspaperwomen and artists and, well, not just college girls.

Yes, and time enough for you to meet a lot of college guys

who have time for weekends.

I don't mean that any more than you meant what you said.

Chris, if you did meet a girl you didn't have to wait for, I'd understand.

What would you understand? It doesn't seem fair to you, that's all.

A girl away at college is such a useless person to be in love with.

Darling, I think you're very sweet

and understanding about a young man's problems,

but do you mind very much if I just go on loving you

and do without the artist or the newspaperwoman or whatever she is?

If there was one, I'd come right up and scratch her eyes out.

Trains for Manhattan Transfer.

Newark, Elizabeth, Princeton Junction,

Trenton and Atlantic City.

All aboard!

We still have time. Let's wait out here.

What'll I tell Ms. Dudley about the dentist?

Dentist? That was my excuse to come to New York.

Well, don't you have an old inlay that looks like new?

Yeah. There's one looks like it's been put in today.

Yeah? Right there.

I put your bag under the third seat, boss. Oh, fine. Here.

Thank you. Thank you.

Well, I suppose there's some satisfaction in doing what's sensible.

Yes. Particularly when there isn't much choice.

You ought to do what I do.

When you get up in the morning, you should say to yourself, "Day by day,

"in every way, I get sensibler and sensibler."

All aboard!

Cicely, darling, what would happen if you didn't take this train?

Why? It wouldn't matter if you wanted me to stay.

Now stay right there. Stay right there.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

If there's anything I object to

it's demonstrations of affection in public places.

Me, too.

It's just one flight up.

The key.

Chris, I like this. I don't really rate all this luxury.

I... I mean...

I mean bedroom and sitting room.

They just let me have it while... While the real tenant is away.

He's a foreign correspondent on our paper, down in Mexico now.

What will you do when he comes back?

Oh, well, they'll send him away someplace else, Timbuktu or someplace.

Is that how newspaper correspondents live?

Well, the successful ones do.

Lots of people who got famous afterwards lived in this house, didn't they?

Important people.

Yeah. The landlady will tell you all about them sometime.

She's the Italian woman who lives in the basement

and cooks marvelous spaghetti dinners for her favorite tenants.

Yeah. She'll tell you all about them.

Oh, she'll tell you about O. Henry.

He used to live right here in this house.

You told me.

Oh.

Darling, I know as well as you do we're making conversation

and doing it badly.

Never mind, let's go on.

Well, you might take off your hat and coat.

I mean, I wouldn't take it too seriously if you did.

I mean...

There really isn't very much of a view from here,

but we have a very fine view of a tree from this one over in there.

Oh, nice.

I can smell the North River and almost see the ships.

Hey, Cicely, you're shaking. No, I'm not.

Oh, my darling, say you're glad and I'll be glad.

Or say you're sorry if that's true.

I'll send you back to college on the next train.

I'll think of some excuse that will be all right.

I'm glad!

What made you decide not to take the train?

You asked me not to. No. I mean what made you say yes?

Oh, I made up my mind long ago I'd say yes if you ever asked me to stay.

There's never been anyone else for me. Nor for me.

Chris, I can't be...

I can't be sensible.

Not when you're so close and I'm so happy.

Where do I sit? Here? Just not too close.

Chris, just because I got off that train this morning, I don't want you to think...

Well, I mean, it isn't necessary... Think what?

Well...

Are you trying to tell me that I don't have to marry you?

Why, darling... Somebody has to be sensible.

A girl at 21 is older in many ways than a man is at 25.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, I know all about that superstition, Grandma.

If I were your grandmother, you know what I'd advise you?

What big eyes you have, Grandma.

I'm serious. If I came to you and said,

"Grandma, I love this girl and I earn $25 a week as a newspaper reporter,

"and I want to marry and live happily ever after," do you know what I'd say?

No. What would you say, Grandma?

I'd say, "It's the spring, my son, nothing but the spring."

The trouble with you, Grandma, is you're old fashioned.

And the trouble with you, Grandpa, is that I adore you.

There's somebody at the door.

Hey! Hey! Tommy, come here. A friend of mine.

Cicely, this is Thomas Abbott. Cicely Hunt.

He lives downstairs in front. He's in the motion picture business and he's crazy.

How do you do, Tommy? How do you do?

Hey, what are you doing out at this hour in the morning?

I was just coming in.

Well, how long will it take you to pull yourself together?

How much together?

Mr. Abbott, how would you like to be a witness at our wedding?

Hey, let me get this thing straight. Something about a wedding?

Yep. Yours, I suppose?

When? This morning.

Now go on. Get a shower and get dressed. But, Chris!

What am I going to wear?

My blue georgette or my striped pants?

Have you got striped pants?

Have I got striped pants.

Then he can be our best man if he has striped pants.

Well, I don't suppose the best man can say, "This is so sudden."

I didn't get a chance to say it myself.

Well, let's get organized. Now, who you going to get for best maid?

I mean maid of honor. I don't know.

Everybody I know is off at school.

Why not Madame Donato? Why not?

I'll rush right down and ask her.

I'll have to call the office, too.

I'll be right back, darling. Goodbye. Goodbye.

And I thought the best man was the one supposed to do the rushing around.

You know, calming the hysterical bride or sobering up the bridegroom.

There must be something... Sobering up?

There's an idea, a cold shower.

Right away, quick. Goodbye. I'll see you later.

Goodbye.

And now we drink to... Let's see, who do we drink to now?

There's nobody left.

Look, let's just drink.

I've got an idea. How about the clerk in the marriage bureau?

Yes. To the clerk.

Now, wait. Don't drink it all on the clerk. I want to propose a toast.

Here's to Tommy.

May he be as good a friend of Chris and Cicely as he is of just Chris.

That's a very nice toast, even if it did get up your nose.

I guess I'm not used to drinking champagne.

Oh, well, cold shower, champagne. Champagne, cold shower. So it goes.

I'm so happy! Oh, my darling!

I've got to call the office.

Oh, why bother? They get newspapers out every day.

No, I'd better call them. I'll be right back.

I wonder what it is they do to newspapermen to make them work so hard?

Maybe they hypnotize them. They don't have to do anything to Chris.

I know. He likes his work, and I envy him.

I hope he never stops.

I think that's what makes him such an exciting person.