Jezebel

Boy, stop here.

Might as well get us a ball.

Julie will have plenty to drink at the party.

Party liquor always messed up with cherries and such.

Come on. Wait right here.

Yes, sir, Mr. Cantrell, sir.

Man, you talk crazy.

I say, that horse is out of The Truxton Strain.

Gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

How are you, General Bogardus, sir?

Hiya, Buck, Ted.

Going to the party, General?

Yes, indeed.

See you later, then, sir.

I tell you, The Truxton Strain's the best horse blood in this state.

Here's somebody that really knows bloodlines.

Hi, Buck Cantrell, come here and help us decide a bet.

Got no time, Huger. Ted and I were just shifting.

Won't take any time at all, Buck.

Pardon, Huger, Buck got no time.

Gentlemen, Buck Cantrell got no time.

5-to-4 he doesn't know the day of the month.

I'll do better... even money he doesn't know what month.

Know what time of day it is, anyhow.

- Must be getting on towards... -00.

If it was any later, De Lautruc would be a lot drunker.

Isn't it admirable Monsieur Cantrell can joke so cleverly

when he has just lost the lady of his heart?

Better not, Rene.

Yes, gentlemen.

Monsieur Cantrell has just lost his lady.

I wouldn't go on, De Lautruc.

You see, gentlemen,

Monsieur Cantrell is in bad humor

because Miss Julie Marsden is going to marry...

De Lautruc.

I thought I heard you mention a lady's name.

Must have misunderstood you, sir.

And if I did mention the name of a lady?

Why, just that a gentleman doesn't mention a lady's name in a barroom.

Are you trying to teach me manners, my friend?

Wouldn't think of trying, De Lautruc.

But I somehow don't like your hat or your ears

or anything between them.

Plain enough?

Amply, Sir. Pierre?

I have the honor

to ask you to name a friend, sir.

- I'm acting as... - Shoot, Ted.

You're much too young for this sort of thing.

Gentlemen, a moment.

Buck, I ought to get Lautruc myself.

It's my brother that's going to marry her.

That makes it much more my quarrel than yours.

Let me act for you, Buck.

Well, if you feel that bad about it.

I'd be honored to be acting for Mr. Cantrell, sir.

Will sunrise at the oaks be satisfactory?

Perfectly, sir.

What you want to make it so confounded early for?

Make it 10:00. De Lautruc ain't wild.

We don't have to sneak up on him in the dark.

Ah, oh, well. Your servant, gentlemen.

Come on, youngster. We got to get on to the party.

Gentlemen, let's have another drink.

Buck, listen...

Ah, here's something I've been aiming to get for you all day.

Must have all the trimmings for Miss Julie's party.

Cantrell, one minute.

Oh, General, you riding along with us?

I have my carriage, thank you.

Cantrell, I don't like this. Miss Julie's name was mentioned.

As her guardian, I don't like her mixed up in this.

Miss Julie's name was mentioned?

Why, sir, if it was, I never heard it.

It's just that I don't like De Lautruc is all. Ah. May I?

Cantrell, you're a fool.

De Lautruc's an old hand, been out a dozen times.

The 13th's liable to be awful unlucky for De Lautruc.

You know these French, they shoot for the head. Like as not, miss.

I'm gonna shoot for the body and bust his tripes.

General Bogardus, sir, your servant.

Mrs. Kendrick, Miss Kendrick, ma'am.

Keep it in the shade, Albert.

Yes'm, Mrs. Kendrick, ma'am.

I won't have the horses standing in the sun, you hear me?

Yes'm.

Stay in your seat.

Yes'm.

Keep your hat and gloves on.

Yes'm.

And your coat buttoned.

Yes'm.

Yes'm.

Mrs. Kendrick, ma'am.

Good evening, Cato.

Honoria, how good of you to come.

Sweet of you to ask us, Belle.

And Stephanie, how pretty you look, child.

Oh, thank you, Miss Massey.

Stephanie, your manners.

I do hope we aren't late, Belle.

Late? Julie isn't here herself yet...

at her own party in her own house.

Really, I don't know what to do with that girl.

Well, I always say better late than never.

Excuse me, please, Honoria.

Mama,

please don't fault me like that before people.

Girls don't curtsy anymore.

- I read it in Godey's. - They do in New Orleans.

You've no call to take up with Yankee manners.

How do you find yourself, Mrs. Petion?

Bonjour, Noria. Stephanie.

Belle just told me Julie's late

for her own party in her own house.

But I always say, punctuality is the Politeness of kings.

Politeness was never one of Julie's virtues.

Ted, isn't it exciting?

I think your brother Pres is the luckiest man.

Well, providing he keeps a short rein on her.

Oh, you're just trying to talk like Buck Cantrell.

I wish Julie would come.

So does Aunt Belle. She's having a fit.

Tell me,

wasn't Mr. Cantrell just crushed?

Crushed?

Buck Cantrell?

Hounds all over him, Tom in there with his knife hightailing around with a bear.

The only way you could tell which was which,

he had a hat on. Laugh, I thought i'd...

yes, Miss Belle?

Theopholus, that child isn't here yet.

You're her guardian. You'll have to speak to her.

You're her Aunt, Miss Belle. Why don't you?

Girl never was on time for anything in her life.

It's outrageous of her!

Oh, time ain't so important, Miss Belle.

Seems like the longer I live, the more there is of it.

And I don't know what to say to people!

Evening, Miss Julie.

Thank you, gros bat.

Take him around, Ti Bat.

Now Ti Bat, don't stand there with your eyes bulging out like that.

He knows you're scared.

Yes'm, Miss Julie, but he bites.

Well, then you just plain bite him back.

Good evening, Uncle Cato.

Praise be, Miss Julie.

Miss Belle been nigh onto a fit.

I know I'm late.

Miss Julie, I done laid out your party dress.

Thanks, no time, Sadie. Got to go in to my guests.

Miss Julie, in them horse clothes?

They won't mind.

Good evening, everybody.

Terribly sorry to be late.

I had trouble with the Colt.

Hello, dumpling.

Julie, your riding habit?

No time to change, darling.

Stephanie.

- I think it looks lovely. - Thank you, honey.

How are you, Ted?

Fine as frog's hair.

Good evening. How do you do?

So sorry, but, you know when a Colt gets high-headed,

it's teach him his manners right now or ruin him.

Yes, that's so important, isn't it?

Hello, Molly. Excuse me, will you?

I declare!

I hope I'm broad-minded, but I must say!

I know what Stephanie would get

if she did such a thing, big as she is.

I always say spare the rod, and you spoil the child.

It sounds so thrilling, darling,

living way up north in New York.

Oh, Julie, I wish you and Pres all the happiness...

the best of health, and the most of prosperity.

Sherry, ma'am?

Molly, you said the very same thing

the last time Pres and I were engaged.

And we'll keep right on saying it until you finally get married.

My dear, the toddies are for the gentlemen.

Whiskey, Uncle Billy?

Yes'm. The very best of bourbon.

That's fine.

To the very good health of the future Mrs. Dillard.

Buck,

aren't you gonna wish me happiness, too?

What's the use? You won't get it,

marrying a traitor and going up north.

Pres is a banker, not a traitor.

I'll thank you to remember that.

I keep forgetting there's a difference,

but you won't like it in the north, Miss Julie. Tell you, that's a fact.

I'll be happy anywhere Pres is.

You won't like it at the north.

You know those little old white beans?