The Purple Rose of Cairo

Heaven, I'm in heaven.

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.

And I seem to find the happiness I seek.

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

Heaven, I'm in heaven.

And the cares that hung around me through the week.

Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak.

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

Oh, I love to climb a mountain.

And to reach the highest peak.

But it doesn't thrill me half as much.

As dancing cheek to cheek.

Oh, I love to go out fishing.

In a river or a creek.

But I don't enjoy it half as much.

As dancing cheek to cheek.

Dance with me

I want my arm about you.

The charm about you.

Will carry me through to heaven.

I'm in heaven.

And my heart...

Oh, Cecilia, be careful. Are you all right?

Yes.

You're gonna like this one. It's better than last week.

It's more romantic.

Miss, I wanted oatmeal before my scrambled eggs.

Oh, sorry, I'll get it right away. Sorry.

Can I get cereal, too, and a doughnut.

Oh, cereal and a doughnut, right.

Listen, there's a new movie at the Jewel starting tonight.

I didn't even get to see last week's.

Oh, you missed it? It was wonderful.

I love Jane Froman, and James Melton plays...

First he's a hotel porter and then he becomes a radio singer

and then he becomes an opera singer.

The music was just beautiful.

You know the one that I like is, Okay, America!

Oh, yeah, I saw that twice. That was great,

when she threatens to kill Lew Ayres...

I love Lew Ayres' looks. Do you think he's married?

Is he married? Are you crazy?

Yes, he's married to Ginger Rogers.

God. They got married on a boat off the island of Catalina.

They live in Beverly Hills and sometimes holiday in Spain.

He used to be married to Lola Lane, but Ginger's better for him.

- She's so lovely. - Where's my toast?

Oh. Coming right up, one second.

- Ginger used to be married to Jack... - Let's go, girls.

- Let's go, Cecilia. - Sorry.

- Your sister is slow. - But she's still learning.

Ladies, there's a depression on.

There are a lot of other people who would like this job

- if you can't handle it. - No, I can handle it.

It's okay.

Ginger used to be married to Jack Culpepper,

who I think took out Ruth Chatterton before she married George.

Oh, I...

Look, that's the second one this week.

I'm sorry. I'll pick it all up.

Come on, Cecilia, shape up.

Hand them on. Now, for three pennies.

Hey, Monk. Here comes your wife.

Boy, am I glad to see you. You got any dough?

Oh, tips weren't so good today.

Come on, give me something. I'm busted.

Hmm. I hear there's some jobs opening up over at the ice factory.

- No, there's nothing. I was there. - Yeah?

Yeah, I was there. All right?

Harriet Rufus says all you guys do all day is just

pitch pennies and make passes at the girls who walk by.

Well, Harriet Rufus is a douche bag.

Listen, I got to save the rest for groceries and stuff, okay?

Yeah, okay, yeah, right. You got it?

What are you doing here?

Oh, you want to go to the movies tonight?

There's an early show.

- I can't, I can't. - How come?

- Well, the guys are coming over tonight. - Again?

What, you don't like it?

Well, all you do is you drink and play dice,

and I wind up getting smacked.

Well, I got to get even, don't I?

I owe everybody in town.

You're never home anymore except to play dice and cards.

Meanwhile, I gotta take in extra laundry after work to pay the rent.

Well, what do you want? Did I close the factory?

You didn't used to be like this, Monk.

Well, I got a lot on my mind.

You think I like scratching around for work?

Living like a bum the last two years?

I don't know how much longer I can go on like this, you know.

Listen, the country will get back working again.

- Things are bound to get better. I promise. - Yeah.

You know I'm crazy about you, huh?

You never pay any attention to me anymore.

That's why I thought if we could go to the movies tonight,

you know, you could forget your troubles a little.

Yeah, yeah, forget my troubles.

Cecilia, you like sitting through that junk, okay?

- I'm gonna shoot crap, okay? - Tsk.

Go to the movie by yourself.

You make passes at the girls who go by?

Hey, look, you're not my boss.

And don't give me that look.

You'd think I was a criminal.

Come on, give us a hug, just one, come on.

All right? Good.

And don't come home late. I worry. All right?

See you later.

Let's go.

Two, please.

Two.

Just one tonight, please, Doris.

Thank you.

Evening, Mr. Ruskin.

Jason, I'm bored.

I'm bored with cocktail parties and opening nights.

I'm bored with evenings at the Opera and weekends at the races.

A few days in Paris might be just the thing

to get the creative juices flowing again.

I can have George cable the Ritz for the usual suite.

I'm not talking about Paris.

I'm talking about someplace completely different.

Like Morocco or Egypt.

Ooh. A boat trip down the Nile. Sounds so romantic.

I've got just the dress to wear to the Pyramids.

Hey, we could leave next week.

Spend a couple of weeks there.

Maybe stop in Casablanca or Tangiers

as long as we're hopping around and still be back

- in time for the opening of my new play. - Ooh.

To Cairo and Morocco and Tangiers.

To all the exotic and romantic places in the world.

- Hey, there's another room in here. - Oh, isn't it divine?

Everything's so perfectly preserved.

It's quite lovely. I just don't want to suddenly feel

a bandaged hand around my throat.

Hi there. Who are you?

Oh, we're sightseeing. We thought we were alone.

You gave me quite a start.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry. Tom Baxter.

Explorer, adventurer.

I'm doing a little archeological work.

A real life explorer.

I've come in search of the purple rose of Cairo.

It's an old legend that's fascinated me for years.

A Pharaoh had a rose painted purple for his queen

and now the story says,

purple roses grow wild at her tomb.

- How romantic. - And you?

Ah, we're going back to New York tomorrow.

It's been a refreshing two weeks.

Say, we should bring him back to New York to meet the Countess.

- She loves anything in a pith helmet. - Right.

I will say, it's tempting.

Oh, then it's settled.

You can explain to us what we've been looking at for the last two weeks.

And we can take you nightclubbing.

It's so impulsive, but I'll come.

Why not? I mean, what's life without a little risk taking?

Who knows? A fortune teller predicted I'd fall in love in New York.

Table for six, please, Arturo.

Six, sir.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, the Copacabana

is proud to present, Miss Kitty Hayne.

Ours could be a different sort of love affair.

Where busybodies couldn't help but stare...

Mmm.

I think our poetic little archeologist is about to make a discovery.

Well, ain't life swell.

Hey, open the champagne.

I feel like getting plushed to the scuppers.

Let's take it one day at a time.

And who cares just how it turns out.

Ah, check please. Ah, miss, could I have the check, please?

Come on, the man wants his check.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

So what were you thinking about?

Oh, a penthouse, the desert...

- Oh, God. - Kissing on a dance floor.

So, you did go to the movies last night after all.

The people were so beautiful.

- They spoke so cleverly... - Really?

And they do such romantic things.

- Listen, well, I mean... - Ah, I'm sorry I missed it.

The one they've got playing Tom Baxter, he was so cute.

Hey, you want to go to the movies after work?

Yes, I'd love to.

- I'd love to see it again. - Let's go then.

Come on, what is this, a social club? I got a sink full of dirty dishes.

Come on, girls, come on.

Thanks a lot.

Well, I am impressed! I really am.

You have yourself quite a place here.

You know, I still can't get over the fact that 24 hours ago,

I was in an Egyptian tomb.

I didn't know any of you wonderful people, and here I am now.

I'm on the verge of a madcap Manhattan weekend.