Bonjour Tristesse

Wait till they see these.

If they like the others, they'll be crazy about these.

Like to look at them?

I'll see them at the show.

This is the best day of my life.

I have my first exhibition, and I have you.

Cecile, will you marry me when I'm a big success?

Let's give ourselves a little time.

Cecile!

Aren't you interested in anything?

Yes. In going someplace else.

- Where? - I don't know.

- Alone? - Yes, alone.

- There. We're engaged. - I don't want that.

All right.

Then we're engaged.

It's going to be a small wedding, but you may come.

- Will I see you later? - Yes.

Where?

I don't know.

I'll be ready in three seconds.

Any zipping or buttoning to do?

No, thanks, darling. It's all done.

Are we calling for Yvette?

Yvette is no longer with us. We're calling for Denise.

- Model? - Actress, aspiring.

Rather appetizing. She's talented, too, she says.

The usual trinket?

Not quite this time. It's pretty, though. Like to see it?

I'll see it later...

on Denise.

Jacques, there she is now. Cecile?

- Cecile! - Hello.

- I'm so glad to see you. - I love your dress.

Oh, thank you. You look adorable.

- How beautiful you look. - Thank you.

And this is Denise- Denise.

How do you do? Good evening.

Cecile, this Jacques, who's been dying to meet you.

- Hello. How are you? - I'm fine.

- Have a drink? - I'd love one.

Do you know I've been waiting for a long time to meet you?

Now, I'm going to sit here.

Um, Denise? Denise, you sit there.

Leann there, Paulette here, Cecile.

- That's not going to work. - Let's dance in the meantime.

May I take you to the races tomorrow?

I'd love to go. Thank you, Jacques.

And after the races he'll take me to dinner and dancing again,

and on Thursday to the tennis matches, and on Sunday to the country.

What a waste of time, dear Jacques.

What a hopeless waste of time.

He's attractive, and he's nice,

and I'd like to warn him, but he wouldn't understand,

that I can't feel anything he might be interested in

because I'm surrounded by a wall,

an invisible wall made of memories I can't lose.

Hey, how about a dance?

Half a dance.

Better than none.

He likes you.

He's very charming.

- How's Denise? - Oh, great girl.

- This is going to be a fun evening. - Yes, wonderful.

Oh, it's wonderful luck having you for a daughter.

The luck runs both ways, sir.

But even with my father, it isn't the same anymore.

Nothing is.

Will I ever be happy again,

as I was at the beginning of that wonderful summer on the Riviera

just a year ago?

Seven was my magic number.

I was very superstitious then, and loved it.

Seven and three.

The seven came out of my age, 17,

and the three from the three members of our very happy household.

Good morning, Albertine. My coffee, please.

Albertine has the sunstroke. I'm her sister, Leontine.

So you are. Good morning, Leontine. Is she very ill?

- You know how it is. - I know how it is.

Good morning, Alber.

Albertine has the sunstroke. This is her sister, Leontine.

I thought I felt a change.

Forgive me, Leontine, and good morning.

My sister told me what to expect.

Good morning, monsieur.

I don't think she approves of our little household.

They lack imagination down here.

More likely they have too much.

- Good morning, Cecile. - Good morning, Raymond.

- Did you sleep well? - Mm.

Did you wake well?

I never do, and you always do. It's repulsively unfair.

Just wait till you're my age.

- How's Elsa? - She's asleep.

And look at that wonderful sea. High time we threw ourselves in.

All that vitality.

Elsa?

- Twice more. - Why?

Three times is good luck.

- Pebbles and all? - Of course.

Elsa? Elsa!

If you really want it to work, you should do it seven times.

If I really want it to work, I'll go and pull her out by the hair.

Wait.

Let's smell the day.

Good morning, Cecile.

Good morning, Raymond.

I'm up now.

Two letters for you. One's from your office.

Throw it away. It's vacation time.

It doesn't say who this one's from.

Look. Not bad. Another week, it'll be flatter than yours.

- But you're tempting the devil. - Why?

Looking in the mirror before noon.

Do I look that much fatter in the morning?

It has nothing to do with the way you look. You always look wonderful.

- It's bad luck, that's all. - Why?

It just is. You'll see.

Elsa?

- I'm asleep. - Then wake up.

- It's the middle of the night. - No, it's the middle of a glorious morning.

It's raining.

It isn't.

It is. Great big drops. I heard them on the door.

How do you feel?

As if I were swimming in sizzling oil.

- You do look rather like a lobster. - Raymond!

All because you were too lazy to move out of the sun.

If you really adored me, you would have moved the sun.

I adore you, all right.

- Good morning, Elsa. - Good morning, Raymond.

Up.

Don't make me move. I'll crack.

But you can't lie here all day.

Why not?

Good morning, Elsa.

Good morning.

I wish you would explain to your father.

Is that my new pin?

- Pretty, I think. - Off with it.

- I thought we were friends. - So did I.

But then you let him come in here before I've washed my face.

Ooh. I am going to crack.

Curiously enough, you look very appetizing, even with an unwashed face.

Thank you, darling.

Ooh! I have cracked.

- Where? - Here.

Oh, now I'm getting peely.

I'll be ugly. You'll hate me.

I can't stand that moaning.

- Where do you think you're going? - To sleep in the sea.

Brilliant. You sleep there, I'll sleep here.

- You can't go back to sleep. - Raymond, no.

You be careful. She is sunburned.

Raymond?

Oh!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10,

96, 97, 98, 99, a hundred.

Now the rain from heaven, if you please.

None left. You'll have to go in yourself.

It's marvelous, Raymond.

It's like swimming in cool velvet.

Velvet's always hot.

Cool silk, then.

You know where I'd like to be right this minute?

Exactly where you are.

You are exactly right.

Hey, out of my way. There's work to be done.

Look. The lobster lady approaches.

Guess who?

Marvelous. She really is a good sport.

She is.

I'm glad you like her.

It's easy. She's fun and she's unpretentious.

I'm glad you scuttled Yvonne Marie before summer.

I never would have brought Yvonne Marie here.

If you met her in April instead of November, you would have.

Yvonne Marie is a winter girl. That's why I met her in November.

I would kiss you for the umbrella, Raymond, but you are in the sun.

I mixed three of those lotions in one jar, Elsa.

Brilliant.

I don't guarantee they'll stop you from peeling.

I'm in no condition to ask for a guarantee on anything.

All the way down here, I've been brain-rattling.

- Seriously? - Yes.

Cecile, which would you rather have, jewels or furs?

Neither.

Jewelry is supposed to be a good investment,

and, of course, you can wear it all year round,

but furs feel so good under bare feet.

Elsa, dear, are you planning another birthday?

No, and I'm not being hinty, either.

I was just wondering.

You see, when we go to the casino Friday night.

Oh, I look like a piece of old wallpaper.