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Bonjour, monsieur.
"Bonjour, madame"... and company.
Good afternoon.
As you see, this lovely city all around us is Paris.
And this lovely park is, of course, the Bois de Boulogne.
Pardon me.
Who am I?
Well, allow me to introduce myself.
I am Honoré Lachaille.
Born: Paris.
Date:
Not lately.
This is 1900. So let's just say...
...not in this century.
Circumstances:
Comfortable.
Profession:
Lover and collector of beautiful things.
Not antiques, mind you.
Younger things.
Yes, definitely younger.
Married? What for?
Now, please don't misunderstand.
Like everywhere else, most people in Paris get married.
But not all.
There are some who will not marry and some who do not marry.
But here in Paris, those who will not are usually men...
...and those who do not are usually women.
Now, for example, here we find exhibit A:
The married kind.
These ladies stood their ground And won
And I salute them, every one
Here are some others to behold
For whom the bells have never tolled
Oh, what a poor, defenseless pair
In those pathetic rags they wear
And there is the future.
Someday, each and every one of them...
...will either be married...
...or unmarried. How adorable they are!
Each time I see a little girl
Of 5 or 6 or 7
I can't resist the joyous urge
To smile and say thank heaven
For little girls
Get bigger every day
Thank heaven for little girls
They grow up In the most delightful way
Those little eyes So helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you Crashing through the ceiling
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all
No matter where No matter who
Without them What would little boys do?
Thank heaven
For little girls
This story is about a little girl.
It could be any one of those girls playing there. But it isn't.
It's about one in particular.
That one. Her name is Gigi.
Gigi!
What you have to look forward to!
Those little eyes So helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you Crashing through the ceiling
Thank heaven
For little girls
Thank heaven for them all
No matter where No matter who
Without them What would little boys do?
Thank heaven
For little girls!
Hello, Grandmama.
Gigi, where have you been?
Playing in the park. I had to, Grandmama.
My foot fell asleep in class. It wouldn't wake up.
Did you forget what day it is?
It's Tuesday.
Aunt Alicia! Well, I'd better run.
You cannot go to your Aunt Alicia's looking like that.
Put your coat on. Let me comb your hair.
Yes, Grandmama.
I hate this coat. It makes my legs feel so long.
Yes, your legs are long.
You know...
...sometimes I'm sorry you never learned to dance.
But I want to, Grandmama. Why don't you let me take lessons?
No. Not the same mistake twice.
Your mother took singing lessons, and look where she ended up.
Slaving away at the Opéra-Comique in ridiculous little roles.
- She seems happy. - Happy!
I went to see her one night. I couldn't even find her.
In the first act...
...she was behind a tree.
In the second act...
...behind a tenor.
Mama's awake. Isn't it early?
She's on this afternoon. If I Were King.
That's more than she does in the whole opera.
And when I think of that delightful old gentleman...
...with all those flour mills.
Who?
Nothing.
You go to school every morning. You see your Aunt Alicia once a week.
That's all the lessons you need.
When the time comes, you'll be ready.
Ready for what, Grandmama?
Enough. Now run.
- Goodbye, Grandmama. - Goodbye, Gigi.
- More powerful, monsieur. Sixty kilometers an hour!
There's nothing faster on the road, monsieur. Not here or in America.
Your uncle is here, monsieur.
Of course, the smaller is a first-rate machine, monsieur.
Naturally, the larger one is more expensive.
I'd be happy to demonstrate both.
I beg your pardon, Monsieur Gaston. Your father wanted me to ask you...
...did you, by any chance, buy the Paris-Lyon-Méditerranée Railroad?
The Paris-Lyon-Méd...? Yes, yes, I did.
According to this morning's opening at "la Bourse"...
...it's gone up 12 points.
I thought it would.
Monsieur Lachaille, about the car.
Send it over in the morning with the bill.
Yes, monsieur. Thank you. But which one?
My dear fellow, I don't care. Either one.
I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Uncle. Why didn't you come upstairs?
I was afraid I'd meet my brother and sister-in-law.
- You would have. - I have to tell you...
...your parents bore me to death.
- Me too. - But I've known them longer...
...so they've been boring me longer.
After you.
Your father is actually quite unique.
He was a bore at the age of 5.
All he has to say is, "Hello", and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Armenonville.
I waited for you at the embassy last Sunday. What happened?
The thought of another embassy tea paralyzed me.
Instead, I had tea with an old friend Madame Alvarez.
- Madame Alvarez? - Yes, you know her.
Or knew her once, didn't you?
- Does she say I did? - I think she's mentioned it.
Then I suppose I did.
It's the one place in Paris where I can go and relax.
Whose luncheon are you taking me to today?
Henri Trouvére.
We have to go.
I'm meeting a heavenly creature there.
You're still young, Uncle, aren't you?
Not compared to her.
But I must say, I am compared to you.
Maybe it's the women you go with. How old is Liane?
About 30.
That may be it. Youth is the thing, Gaston.
Youth! Stay close to the young...
...and a little rubs off.
I'm bored.
Bored?
Look at all the captivating Fascinating things there are to do
Name two
Look at all the pleasures
All the myriad of treasures We have got
Like what?
Look at Paris in the spring When each solitary thing
Is more beautiful than ever before
You can hear every tree Almost saying, "Look at me!"
- What color are the trees? - Green!
- What color were they last year? - Green!
- And next year? - Green!
It's a bore
Don't you marvel at the power Of the mighty Eiffel Tower
Knowing there it will remain evermore
Climbing up to the sky
Over 90 stories high
- How many stories? - Ninety!
- How many yesterday? - Ninety!
- And tomorrow? - Ninety!
It's a bore!
The river Seine
All it can do is flow
But think of wine
It's red or white
- But think of girls - It's either yes or no
And if it's no or if it's yes It simply couldn't matter less
But think of a race
With your horse in seventh place
Then he suddenly begins
And he catches up and wins With a roar!
It's a bore!
Life is thrilling as can be
Simply not my cup of tea
It's a gay, romantic fling
If you like that sort of thing
- It's intriguing - It's fatiguing
It's a game
It's the same dull world Wherever you go
Whatever place you are at
The Earth is round
But everything on it is flat
Don't tell me Venice has no lure
Just a town without a sewer
The Leaning Tower I adore
Indecision is a bore
But think of the thrill Of a bullfight in Seville
When the bull is uncontrolled
And he charges at the bold matador!
It's a bore!
Think of lunch beneath the trees
Stop the carriage, if you please
You mean you don't want to come?
The thought of lunch leaves me numb
But I implore
Oh, no, Uncle.
It's a bore!
Goodbye, Honoré.
Come in.
- Mamita. - Gaston!
What a wonderful surprise.
How do you feel today, dear Mamita?
Fine, Gaston. And the better for seeing you.
You've gotten a trifle thinner, and it's most becoming.
- You think so? - Oh, yes.
Come and sit down.
In your chair.
Thank you.
What beautiful material.
Very chic!
Just the sort of thing Honoré used to wear.
A bit more conservative, perhaps.
Would you like a sweet?
No, thank you. But I would love a cup of your chamomile tea.
But of course.
More than just one, I hope.
Do you have a telephone yet, Mamita?
No, not yet.
Not until Gigi is old enough to have secrets and admirers.
But there's one upstairs if it's important.
It's not important.
Gigi's not at home?
No. This is Tuesday.
The day she has luncheon with her aunt Alicia.
How is your sister? I haven't seen her for quite a while.
I don't wonder.
She never sets foot out of her apartment or her past.
And quite a past it was...
...so she says.
According to the stories Honoré tells me...
...what she says is quite true.
Aren't you afraid of her influence on Gigi?
Not at all.
She finds Gigi a trifle backward...
...which is true...
...and she educates her.
Educates her?
Last week, she taught her to eat cold lobster...
...to perfection.
What in heaven's name for?
She says it's extremely useful.
Marvelous.
It's so good to be here.
It's always a pleasure to watch the rich...
...enjoying the comforts of the poor.
Especially you, dear Gaston.
How does your sister look? Still as young as ever?
Yes, Alicia is always the same.
Living in the past must agree with her.
When I think...
...it was in...
...1859...
...she went off with her first sultan.
Then came her Duke of Milan...
...her King of Spain, her khedive, her maharajah.
She's remarkable looking...
Good day, Charles.
Mademoiselle.
What are we having for lunch?
Ortolans.
Oh, dear! Are they difficult?
Slowly, Gigi. Slowly.
The racing season is over.
Good day, Aunt Alicia.
Now let's go into luncheon.
Yes, Aunt Alicia.
Today you will learn to eat ortolans.
What are ortolans, Aunt?
Exquisite little birds.
Most people attack them like cannibals.
You must learn to eat them properly.
Bad table manners...
...have broken up more households than infidelity.
Did you work hard in school today? What did you study?
History.
Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo.
How depressing.
- What else? - English.
English? I suppose we must.
They refuse to learn French.
Who are your friends?
Ortolans should be cut in two with a quick stroke of the knife.
There must be no grating of the blade on the plate.
Now bite up each piece.
The bones don't matter.
Go on eating while you answer my questions.
But don't talk with your mouth full.
Well, you can do it. If I can do it, you can.
What friends have you made?
None.
I'm always on my own.
Why does Grandmama stop me from accepting invitations?
She's right for once.
You'd only be invited by ordinary people.
What about us? Aren't we ordinary people?
Why are we different?
They have weak heads and careless bodies.
Besides, they are married.
But I don't think you would understand.
Oh, yes, Aunt, I understand.
We don't marry, is that it?
Marriage is not forbidden to us.
But instead of getting married at once...
...it sometimes happens we get married...
...at last.
Enough. We must finish lunch and get on with your lessons.
Now, go on. Go on, go on!
Without knowledge of jewelry, my dear Gigi...
...a woman is lost.
Do you remember Madame Dunard, who was here the other day?
Did you notice that rope of black pearls around her throat?
Yes! It was beautiful.
Dipped.
Dipped. Given to her by the man she loves...
...whose love is obviously beginning to cool...
...and she doesn't know it.
It's just a matter of time now.
Now, let us see what you remember.
What is this?
A marquise diamond.
A marquise-shaped diamond.
This?
This is...
...a topaz?
A topaz?
Among my jewels? Are you mad?
It's a yellow diamond of the first quality.
You'll have to go a long way to see one like it.
- This? - An emerald.
How beautiful.
Do you see that blue flame...
...darting about in the depths of the green light?
Only the most beautiful emeralds...
...contain that miracle of elusive blue.
- Who gave it to you, Aunt? - A king.
- A great king? - No, a little one.
Great kings do not give very large stones.
Why not?
In my opinion, it's because they don't feel they have to.
Who does give the valuable jewels?
Who?
Oh, the shy, the proud.
And the social climbers. They think it's a sign of culture.
But it doesn't matter who gives them...
...as long as you never wear anything second-rate.
Wait for the first-class jewels, Gigi.
Hold on to your ideals.
Come over here to the light, Gigi.
Open your mouth.
With teeth like that...
...I could have devoured all Paris and most of Europe.
But I can't complain. I had a good bite of it.
Tell your grandmama to get you some astringent lotion.
You don't use face powder, do you?
- Grandmama won't let me. - I should hope not.
You have an impossible nose, a nondescript mouth.
Your cheekbones are too high.
But we can do something with the rest of you.
Your teeth, your eyes...
...your eyelashes, your hair.
We can...
...and we will.
You must learn to choose cigars.
Aunt, but I don't smoke cigars.
Of course you don't smoke cigars.
But a man does.
Everything I teach you...
...has a good reason.
Love, my dear Gigi...
...is a thing of beauty, like a work of art.
And like a work of art, it is created by artists.
The greater the artist, the greater the art.
And what makes an artist?
Cigars and jewelry?
You are from another planet.
Get on with your work.
A necklace is love
A ring is love
A rock from some obnoxious little king Is love
A sapphire with a star is love
An ugly black cigar is love
Everything you are is love
You would think it would embarrass All the people here in Paris
To be thinking every minute of love
I don't understand the Parisians
Making love every time They get a chance
I don't understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance
Anytime
And under every tree in town
They're in session two by two
What a crime
With all there is to see in town
They can't find something else to do
I don't understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand
But they seem to love it
And speak highly of it
I don't understand
The Parisians!
I don't understand the Parisians!
When it's warm
They take a carriage ride at night
Close their eyes and hug and kiss
When it's cold
They simply move inside at night
There must be more to life than this
I don't understand the Parisians
Thinking love so miraculous and grand
But they rave about it
And won't live without it
I don't understand
The Parisians!
Stop.
What are you doing there?
Gaston...
...do you make love all the time?
I beg your pardon?
- Do you make love all the time? - Heavens, no.
The only people who make love all the time are liars.
Was that the subject of your lesson today?
- How did you know I was having a lesson? - I just came from your house.
Too bad I wasn't there. We could've played cards, and I could've beaten you.
But you cheat.
I can, but with you, I don't have to.
You watch your tongue, my girl.
- I'm not your girl. - Thank you for that.
If I have a little girl, I'll see to it she's more respectful than you.
- Come with me. - Where?
- To the Ice Palace. - I don't skate.
- I'll buy you a drink. - I don't drink.
- A sweet one. - Are you going to skate?
No, but I'm calling for Madame d'Exelmans.
Liane? Your lady love?
No, thank you. I've had enough of that for today.
I'm not going to woo her on ice.
Come along before I spank you.
You wouldn't dare!
Oh, I wouldn't, eh?
Sit down.
Haven't you ever seen an ice rink?
Never.
Grandmama says going out distracts one from more serious matters.
A "barbotage" for the lady.
- What's that? - Quiet.
Champagne for me. Well-iced.
Yes, Monsieur Lachaille.
Is that the scandalous Madame d'Exelmans?
Yes, that's she.
Tell me, Gigi, the way you express yourself...
...does your grandmother ever hear you talk this way?
She never listens to me much.
Which reminds me, she mustn't know I was here with you.
And why not? What's wrong with being with me?
It isn't you. It's here.
I told you. This isn't serious matters.
And just what are serious matters?
I don't remember it all by heart.
One mustn't read novels; they depress you.
Don't wear powder; it ruins the complexion.
Don't wear corsets; they spoil the figure.
What do you think of Liane?
She's pretty.
Yes, she is.
But...
But what?
Common.
Common?
How do you mean "common"? Ordinary common or coarse common?
Ordinary.
And coarse. Well, I really must go. Please come soon.
- Thank you for the drink. - It was a pleasure.
Hello, my darling.
You waltz divinely.
Thank you, my love.
I'll let you know when I'll be in for my next lesson.
Yes, madame.
I thought we'd meet Honoré at Maxim's and...
Darling.
At Maxim's?
Thank you... monsieur.
Dreadful man.
You seem to have lessons with him often enough.
He's an excellent teacher. I made amazing progress.
But he's so conceited. So superior in an inferior way.
I can't stand him.
Shall we go?
Gaston and Liane are joining me here at Maxim's tonight.
I'm giving a small party...
...in honor of a heavenly creature I met this afternoon.
She's... Pardon me.
She's the sister of the heavenly creature...
...I gave a party for last night.
What a marvelous place Maxim's is!
Not only gay and beautiful, but in one thing unique:
In Maxim's, everybody minds his own business.
No one is the slightest bit interested in whom one is with.
There's that wretched man Louis de Latour
With his latest horrible amour
Isn't she a mess Isn't she a sight
Let's invite them out tomorrow night
Honoré Lachaille Honoré Lachaille
With another twinkle in his eye
Isn't it a shame Isn't it a crime
Seeing him so happy all the time
There's Gaston Lachaille With his little friend
Is that passion never going to end
Did you see her ring? Not a bagatelle
Dear Liane is doing very well
She's a lovable one tonight, isn't she?
What is she up to?
She's so gay tonight
She's like spring tonight
She's a rollicking Frolicking thing tonight
So disarming Soft and charming
She is not thinking of me
No, she's not thinking of me
In her eyes tonight
There's a glow tonight
They're so bright they could light Fontainebleau tonight
She's so gracious So vivacious
She is not thinking of me
Bless her little heart
Crooked to the core
Acting out a part
What a rollicking, frolicking bore!
She's such fun tonight
She's a treat tonight
You could spread her on bread She's so sweet tonight
So devoted Sugarcoated
That it's heartwarming to see
Oh, she's simmering with love
Oh, she's shimmering with love
Oh, she's not thinking of me
She is not thinking of me
Someone has set her on fire
Is it Jacques, is it Paul or Léon?
Who's turning her furnace up higher?
Oh, she's hot But it's not for Gaston!
Oh, she's gay tonight
Oh so gay tonight
A gigantic romantic cliché tonight
How she blushes How she gushes
How she fills me with ennui
She's so ooh la la la la
So untrue la la la la
Oh, she's not thinking of me
I knew she was up to something.
I knew it. There had to be a reason for last night.
But what was I to do?
Trail after her? Spy on her?
- Sniff around like a bloodhound? - Of course not.
Heaven knows, I'm not jealous. Thank you for that.
Why should I follow her?
No reason at all. What did you do?
I hired detectives.
And the results are nauseating.
The Riverton Agency just telephoned me that she and her oily acrobat...
...arrived a half an hour ago in a cozy little inn at Honfleur.
Well.
Without skates.
Most disagreeable.
Come, my boy. You're not the first.
This sort of thing has happened before.
And to some very good people.
Alfred de Musset, Victor Hugo, Napoleon.
Even to me. Isn't that true, Manuel?
Yes, indeed, sir. Many, many, many times.
Well, not that many.
But a skating instructor.
A skating instructor!
It is always a skating instructor.
Or some such specimen.
- Isn't that true, Manuel? - Absolutely, sir.
Remember dear little Madame Dumelle...
...and Marmaluc the Terrible Turk?
There you are.
A wrestler from the Folies Bergére.
There was Madame Laura and the swimming coach.
Hurry up, Manuel.
And Madame d'Albert and the riding master.
Mademoiselle Monique and the weight lifter...
...Madame Bocher and the plumber.
That's enough, Manuel. You've made your point.
Here, put this in your mouth.
One can't be a Don Juan to one's valet, can one?
I only keep him to prevent him from talking to others.
Oh, come, Gaston, cheer up.
Cheer up? I couldn't be in better spirits.
Good. I'm delighted the deadly affair is over.
The woman was common. Plainly and unmistakably common...
...from her painted toenails to the top of her bleached head.
I'm glad to be rid of her. What do we do today?
What do we do?
We're going to Honfleur, naturally.
Are you mad? I never want to see her again.
Of course you don't.
But you're not going to let a woman have the last word.
Where is your sense of honor?
Your male patriotism?
Nonsense.
Listen to your uncle, Monsieur Gaston. He's an old campaigner.
How would you end it?
I'll write her a note.
There is no way of writing it without it reeking of wounded pride.
Victor Hugo couldn't pull it off.
Then I'll telephone her.
And what would you say?
"Liane, you deceived me with a skating instructor."
"I never want to see you again."
You'll sound like a jealous schoolboy.
That's impossible.
That's true.
What do I do?
You go to Honfleur and throw her out like a man.
That's a bore.
A bore? Not at all.
It's pride.
Just imagine your chagrin
When she sees you wander in
And you find her With that slippery "seòor"
What a moment supreme
When she totters with a scream
- What will she do? - Scream.
- What did yours do? - Scream.
- What do they all do? - Scream.
It's a bore
But think of the bliss
Of the pleasure you would miss
When she topples in a heap
And you leave her there to weep On the floor
It's a bore
You must catch her if you can
For the dignity of man
Take advantage of the chance
You owe it, sir, to France This is war!
All right
But it's a bore
Turn it around and leave it there.
They are there.
Terrible-looking rodent, isn't he?
Terrible, but typical.
Those chaps all look alike.
She looks older in the daylight.
Much older. I don't envy him.
Neither do I.
She never kissed me like that.
- How is she kissing him? - Wholeheartedly.
What do you expect?
You're legitimate. He's forbidden fruit.
When do we make our move?
Wait, wait.
Come on.
Monsieur Lachaille, what a surprise. I am honored.
Don't be. Come on, get up!
Wait, wait! You are making a mistake.
It was just a coincidence, my meeting madame here.
It was a coincidence, I suppose...
...that your lips just happened to meet...
...in a long, ardent, passionate...
You keep out of this.
I don't want any discussions. For 1000 francs, this never happened.
You leave the Ice Palace and disappear. Forever.
- But... - No "buts".
You're coming with us now.
We'll take you to the nearest railroad station.
1000 francs?
There is nothing more to be said. Goodbye, madame.
From the bottom of my heart, goodbye.
Gaston, my love.
What happened?
Liane d'Exelmans has committed suicide. Again!
I'm sorry, girl. What did you say?
I didn't know he left her.
My word!
Of course.
Call me as soon as you hear anything. Anything at all.
How marvelous!
Paris agog.
Why didn't you tell me that Gaston and Liane had broken up?
I didn't know it. It must've happened over the weekend.
When was the suicide?
- Last night. - How did she do it?
The usual way, insufficient poison.
Say, how many times has she done it now?
Good evening, Manuel.
Good evening, Honoré.
Gaston, my boy.
Congratulations.
Your first suicide.
What an achievement. And at your age.
Like everyone in Paris, we were just talking about you.
Thank you, Honoré. I came over to...
May I add mine, sir?
Thank you, Manuel. I came over to get a...
It was a stunning victory.
- Where is the champagne? - It's ready, sir.
I came over to get away from the telephone.
I can imagine. Any news from the corpse?
Fully recovered, according to late morning editions.
And how do you feel?
Oddly enough, I'm not quite sure.
Make a guess.
Well, I'd say edgy.
Edgy?
Almost depressed. I don't know why.
There must be a reason.
I suppose it's to be expected.
I'm told Verdi felt that way after the first performance of "Aida".
- Get a glass for yourself. - I have one, sir.
To you, Gaston.
May this be the first of many.
What about tonight? Where do we go? What do we do?
I don't know. I should consider what I do next very carefully.
I've been weighing the idea of going to the country for a while.
You mean, leave Paris?
Yes. Why not?
Why not?
That's the one thing you mustn't do.
Do you want people to think you're despondent? Disturbed?
If you leave, they will, you know.
No, no. That would be snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.
No, no, no. For the next few weeks, you should be out every night.
Maxim's, Moulin Rouge, Pre Catalan.
The Pre Catalan is closed.
Open it! You must be carefree.
Devil-may-care.
A different girl every night. Keep them guessing who's next.
Play the game. Be gay...
...extravagant, outrageous.
Grandmama!
Imagine. Gaston bought out the opera last night...
...and brought the entire company to his house for a performance.
I'll go.
Gaston, how are you? You look all in.
- Is your grandmother home? - Yes, she is.
Is that gold?
The handle, yes.
You must be very rich to have a gold handle on your cane.
Gaston, what a nice surprise.
Don't let me disturb you, Mamita.
I was just preparing dinner.
Smells awfully good.
It's just a pork cassoulet.
It was impossible to get any goose this week.
I'll have them send you a brace from the country.
I brought you some caramels.
Thank you, Gaston.
Gaston, you spoil her so.
The champagne is for you.
You spoil me too.
Be careful. You'll ruin your hands.
I have a manicure every morning.
What a nuisance.
- Not like that. - No?
Like this.
All right.
- Where are you going with that tie? - Let's not talk about it.
I'm having a small party for 200 at the Eiffel Tower.
- Are you going away? - Yes, for the weekend. Trouville.
A little sea air before the next round of parties.
- Is Trouville by the sea? - Yes, you little idiot.
You expect to find sea air in the mountains?
Don't make fun of me. I've never been to the ocean.
What will you eat for dinner tonight?
Filet of sole with mussels, for a change.
And a lamb filet with truffles.
It's always the same. It can't compare...
...with your grandmother's cassoulet.
Why don't you stay and have some with us?
- I wish I could. - Why not?
All right, I will.
But people are waiting for you.
My car's downstairs. I'll send the chauffeur with my apologies.
My uncle will be the host.
Honoré? He'll do it very well.
I'm dying to take a ride in your beautiful automobile.
Let me deliver it.
If you want to.
Tell the chauffeur to take this to my uncle's house.
- Go quickly. - Thank you.
I can't wait to see the face of the janitress.
And after dinner, we'll have a serious game of cards.
And I'll beat you, as usual.
And you'll cheat, as usual.
Gaston, Gigi takes advantage of you.
Let her, let her, Mamita.
It amuses me.
How is Honoré these days?
The same.
A life devoted to the chase.
We've missed you, Gaston. We haven't seen you since the suicide.
Yes, I've had quite a full schedule lately.
So I've read.
You always do things in the grand manner.
Your parties have filled the newspapers.
Sometimes the cure is more painful than the illness.
But I have to do it. It's expected of me.
Poor Gaston.
You're in a difficult position, aren't you?
Yes, Mamita, yes. Very difficult.
See, the whole of Paris is watching me.
What are you talking of?
The whole world is watching you.
Yes, it's quite a responsibility.
Quite a responsibility.
Discard two.
Ten pounds of sugar.
Those aren't very high stakes. Your sugar isn't that good.
I'd rather play you for candy.
It's the same thing, only sugar is healthier.
You just say that because you make it.
Gigi, I heard that. Where are your manners?
It's all right, Mamita. It's all right.
If I lose, what would you really like? Silk stockings?
No. Silk stockings make my legs itch.
I discard one.
What I would really like is a Nile green corset...
...with rococo roses embroidered on the garters.
Or a new role for the player piano.
Or...
Or what?
A look at the ocean.
All right.
If I lose, I'll take you and Mamita to Trouville.
I heard that too.
Don't worry, Gaston.
Win or lose, Gigi, you will not impose us on poor Gaston for the weekend.
May I have a glass of champagne?
Are you losing your mind? Of course you may not.
Discard three.
Discard one.
Now, let's see.
Cards are a matter of logic.
I know what I have...
...and I know how many you've drawn.
According to the percentages, you undoubtedly have an ace.
You discarded a 10 and a five...
...and a queen...
...and a three.
You, therefore, must have two aces.
Two aces and something smaller.
That's very interesting.
Therefore...
...I win.
And therefore, you lose.
But you cheated. Where did you get that fourth king?
I won, I won, I won!
Why, you gypsy! You thief!
You're a muttonhead. Do we go to Trouville?
Yes, yes. You go to Trouville.
Grandmama, we go to Trouville.
It's out of the question.
Not at all. I'd love it. Believe it or not...
...I have a better time with this outrageous brat...
...than anybody in Paris. It'll be marvelous fun.
What time tomorrow will we get there? Can I watch you play roulette?
May I stay up late for supper? Is it awfully, awfully upper?
Gigi, you'll drive us wild
Stop, you silly child
Is everybody celebrated Full of sin and dissipated?
Is it hot enough to blister? Will I be your little sister?
Gigi, you are absurd
Now, not another word
Let her gush and jabber
Let her be enthused
I cannot remember When I have been more amused
- Stop it! - The night they invented champagne
It's plain as it can be
They thought of you and me
The night they invented champagne
They absolutely knew
That all we'd want to do
Is fly to the sky on champagne
And shout to everyone in sight
That since the world began No woman or a man
Has ever been as happy As we are tonight