Kitty Foyle

- Got a date tonight, Jane? - Yeah.

Same date I have every night with The Saturday Evening Post.

Don't you girls ever think of anything but men?

The idea of spending your whole life...

...flattering the ego of some tobacco-smelling male.

I can think of a thousand better ways of being happy.

- Name two. - You said it.

- You and me both. - Some people might kid themselves.

But me, I want a man. I don't care who knows it.

- Amen, sister. - Anywhere from 18 to 80.

They don't come too old or too young for me.

Well, isn't independence worth anything to you?

After all, what's the difference between men bachelors and girl bachelors?

Men bachelors are that way on purpose.

I'm past all that, praise Mary.

I'm so old I can't even remember me first kiss.

Well, I can't even remember me last.

Sorry, Kitty, we had a couple emergencies at the hospital.

I had to stay late. Been waiting long?

- Oh, no, just got here. - Good.

Step on it, driver.

You must be as hungry as I am.

I'm afraid you're gonna get a little hungrier...

...because I've gotta catch another case first.

- What, before dinner? - Yes, emergency.

As a matter of fact, we're racing a stork right this minute.

Hurry, doctor.

Take care of this a minute while I finish up.

You have no idea how right you look with a baby in your arms.

You have no idea how right I feel.

Boy or a girl?

It's a boy.

Almost lost the little fellow.

Might've been better if he hadn't pulled through.

Don't say that, Mark. It's always better to pull through.

There's something about the way you said that.

Kitty, will you?

I got a lot of money tied up in that little hoop...

...and there's no other way I can get any use out of it.

Will you marry me?

Do you think you could find my finger under all these blankets?

You did say yes, didn't you?

I mean, it's all clear and there's no confusion...

...and you understood what I asked you?

You asked me to marry you, didn't you?

That's it, exactly.

I got it. That's why I said yes.

What I'm getting around to...

...is that fellow in Philadelphia.

Is that all over?

All over.

You're not kidding yourself, are you?

It wouldn't do either of us good if you weren't sure.

I'm sure, darling.

Look, I've gotta go back to the hospital now.

But I'll check out at midnight.

Get your bags packed and meet me there...

...and we'll go to Gretna Green.

- Gretna Green? - Sure.

They've got a justice of peace that's open all night.

Just like an Owl Drugstore. Can you be ready by then?

And who says I can't?

Then meet me at St. Timothy's Hospital at 12.

Smack on the dot.

- Twelve, smack on the dot, St. Timothy's. - Right.

Driver, Pocahontas Hotel for Women, West 34th Street.

But what about my dinner?

Save it, and we'll have a big breakfast together.

- Good evening, Miss Foyle. - Good evening.

- Will you make up my bill tonight? - You're leaving?

I'll say I am. I'm getting married.

- And send for my bags around 11:30. - Very well.

Hello.

Well, what are you doing out of Philadelphia on a night like this?

How did you get in?

Men aren't allowed in this hotel, you know.

The operator on the back elevator's corrupt.

Oh, Wyn, why did you come?

You sent for me.

I told you if you ever wanted me or needed me, or to have me...

...to send it back.

That isn't what I meant.

I sent it back because...

...that was all.

- That was the end. - Don't say that, Kitty.

But it's true, Wyn.

I'm sorry, but you'll have to go.

I can't go, not until I've told you something.

I don't want to hear it, Wyn.

Please go.

Please don't make me ask you again.

I'm sailing at midnight.

Where?

South America, Buenos Aires.

I'm going to live there.

With your wife?

Alone.

Unless you'll go with me.

Oh, Wyn.

That's what I came to tell you.

The thousands of times I've prayed for you to say that...

Prayed and prayed and prayed.

And you never could. You never did.

But I'm saying it now, from the bottom of my heart.

Oh, Wyn, why couldn't you have thought to say those same little words...

...five years ago?

I thought of them. I just hadn't the strength to say them.

Kitty, darling...

...you know me better than I know myself.

There's no life for me without you.

I want you. I need you.

I love you this minute as I've never loved you before.

And I thought you'd forgotten.

You didn't. You never thought that for a minute.

You know too well how I've wanted you.

You're going to be divorced?

No.

I'm afraid I can't even promise you that.

Then we'd?

That's it.

I wish it were different...

...but that's the way it is.

I see.

Whatever you decide, I'm sailing anyway.

I've broken away for good.

But I'm hoping, I'm praying now, that we'll go away together...

...and be together always.

Of all the days in all the years...

You haven't forgotten, have you, Kitty?

I thought I had.

I was sure I had.

The firelight at Lake Pocono, our assembly in New York.

- Please, Wyn. - Those times at Giono's, remember?

The dreams we dreamed, the sound of our voices as we laughed...

I remember.

Oh, darling, we must never forget any of it.

It isn't too late, is it?

I'm afraid it never will be.

This is the beginning, the real beginning of life for us.

I shouldn't, I shouldn't, it's wrong.

Wrong to be happy?

Oh, Wyn, don't ask me anything. Don't let me think.

Just take me with you.

Darling, we sail at midnight. I'll be at the pier with everything arranged.

- Meet me there? - You know I will.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Don't be late. - I won't.

Wyn, Wyn!

You didn't say what boat, what pier.

When I'm with you, I forget about everything else.

It's Pier 48. I'll be there waiting for you.

You're making a mistake, you know.

Am I?

You're that little girl on the sleigh ride.

Trouble is, you're no longer a little girl.

You're a grown woman now.

I'm only 24.

You're 26. Don't try to kid me.

Well, I'm not old, anyway.

No, and maybe you aren't very smart either.

I know what I'm doing.

It's a pretty unsatisfactory role you're preparing to play...

...even under the best of circumstances.

This is the only chance we have, and we've got to take it.

How do you imagine you'll be described?

As Wyn's girlfriend? That's the delicate one.

And in about 10 years, when your figure gets out of control...

...it'll sound like a comedy line.

His woman? That's getting warmer.

As "that woman Wyn's mixed up with"?

Oh, you have no idea how often you're going to get that one.

We'll just have to face it.

Correction, you'll have to face it.

Married people face things together, but you won't be married.

Did you ever think of it that way?

No time to think.

Well, you'd better take a little time, sister...

...because forever is a long, long time.

Never hurts to check with the conductor...

...to see if you're on the right train.

Marriage isn't everything.

What is it, anyway?

It's just a piece of paper like any other legal document.

I don't need a piece of paper to prove that I love Wyn...

...or that he loves me.

You'd be a lot happier with Mark and that little piece of paper...

...than you ever could with Wyn and a snug little apartment...

...with a key for him and a key for you.

You know what I think?

I think you're wrong.

I remember you using those same words before.

Remember?

Way back when you lived on Griscom Street in Philadelphia.

That's where Pop brought you up, and what a grand guy he was.

It was the night of the Philadelphia Assembly, remember?

You should have been home, but you weren't.

You were about 15 then.

That's P. Seward Berwynn.

There's Mrs. Rosy Fittenhouse.

Judas Priest, what a clock. Always slow.