Has ever been as happy As we are tonight
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
Why, there's Gaston.
I didn't know he would be at Trouville.
Who's that child he's with?
Me, I'm here on very important business.
There she is.
Riding is important.
Go.
Chérie...
...I must tell you that you upset all my plans for the weekend.
- May I? - Please.
How did I do that?
I came prepared for battle...
...and an old wound prevented me from charging.
I don't think she was your type anyhow, Honoré.
- You were watching me? - Force of habit.
When a pretty woman came by, I always had to watch you.
What good fortune brings you to Trouville?
I came with Gaston and Gigi.
You did?
Gigi is my granddaughter.
No, not your granddaughter.
Oh, yes. Time does not stand still for all of us, Honoré.
Don't be nervous!
Gaston is such a dear man.
So sweet of him to bring little Gigi and show her Trouville.
She's having a glorious time.
And so is Gaston.
I haven't seen him this chipper in years.
We had good times too...
...didn't we?
Come to think of it, those last days we spent together...
...were by the sea, weren't they?
Were they?
Of course they were.
On the Riviera. The pink villa.
- I only remember the blue villa. - Which was that?
The one belonging to the soprano.
You knew.
But of course.
But I thought you left me because of that Austrian count.
But of course.
But you didn't.
I'll tell you about that blue villa, Mamita.
I was so much in love, I wanted to marry you.
Yes, it's true.
I was beginning to think of marriage.
Imagine! Marriage, me.
No. I was really desperate.
I had to do something. And what I did was the soprano.
Thank you, Honoré.
That is the most charming and endearing excuse for infidelity...
...that I've ever heard.
But I've never forgotten you.
Not the last evening we spent together.
I can remember everything as if it were yesterday.
We met at 9
We met at 8
I was on time
No, you were late
Ah, yes
I remember it well
We dined with friends
We dined alone
A tenor sang
A baritone
Ah, yes
I remember it well
That dazzling April moon
There was none that night
And the month was June
That's right
It warms my heart To know that you
Remember still The way you do
Ah, yes
I remember it well
- How often I've thought of that Friday... - Monday
- night, when we had Our last rendezvous
And somehow I foolishly Wondered if you might
By some chance Be thinking of it too
That carriage ride
You walked me home
You lost a glove
I lost a comb
Ah, yes
I remember it well
That brilliant sky
We had some rain
Those Russian songs
From sunny Spain?
Ah, yes
I remember it well
You wore a gown of gold
I was all in blue
Am I getting old?
Oh, no
Not you
How strong you were
How young and gay
A prince of love
In every way
Ah, yes
I remember it well
- Where is she? - In the salon, madame.
What's happened?
What's so important you couldn't tell me on the telephone?
We have serious matters to discuss. Collect yourself.
I doubt if I'll ever be able to.
Serious matters about what?
About Gigi.
You were at Trouville over the weekend with Gaston Lachaille.
It was a dreadful mistake.
Dreadful mistake? What are you talking about, Alicia?
My dear sister...
...has it ever occurred to you that Gigi...?
Well?
Gigi?
Yes, Gigi.
It isn't possible.
Not if it's ruined at the beginning through lack of tact.
And when did I display any lack of tact? It was a most congenial weekend.
So congenial that Gaston returned, canceled all engagements...
...and left Paris that same evening for Monte Carlo.
He did? For how long?
For what they describe as an extended stay.
But why?
It doesn't matter why.
It may be a blessing in disguise. It gives us time.
Time for what?
For Gigi's lessons, of course.
See to it that she's here every day.
Do you really think...?
It's a chance. But a chance that we must take.
From now on, dear sister...
...it's work, work, work...
...lessons, lessons, lessons.
Pick up the coffeepot with one hand and the cup and saucer with the other.
Always both. Never the coffeepot alone.
Like this, Aunt?
Your grip on the saucer must be firm...
...but not obviously so.
The saucer must seem so much a part of your fingers...
...that one would think it could only be removed by surgery.
Now pour...
...and be sure the coffeepot is upright before you take the cup away.
There must be no drops.
Now give it to me.
I don't take any, but be sure and always ask about cream and sugar.
Now serve yourself.
And remember the firm grip.
No, the coffeepot first!
Now, you will try it once more.
Remember, you will go to the door properly...
...turn, walk in properly and sit down properly.
Now, go on.
And not like a marionette. Keep your shoulders level.
Now turn...
...walk back and sit down.
And don't flop into the chair.
Insinuate yourself.
That's better.
Now rise and exit the same way.
Don't jump up!
Ascend!
Now, you hold the glass like this.
Charles, some more wine for mademoiselle.
Watch me.
Try it.
Don't gulp it!
Sip it. A little at a time.
Fill mademoiselle's glass, Charles.
That's better.
You have to fully enjoy the aroma.
Hold your first sip on the roof of your mouth for a moment...
...and breathe through your nose. Then you will feel the flavor.
Did you feel the perfume?
- No. - Try it again.
A bad year will be sharp.
A good year, which this is, of course, will waft.
Marvelous!
That will be all, Charles.
Hello, Grandma...
Hello, Gigi.
Come in.
How good to see you.
I have a present for...
What's the matter with her?
Everything.
Don't you look well!
Did you have a nice trip?
How was Monte Carlo this year?
Well, the sea is blue. The palm trees are green.
The sun is yellow. It all makes a lovely post card.
Just as it should be.
Actually, it's a bore.
One has to be as rich as you to be bored at Monte Carlo.
I brought Gigi some caramels.
Really, Gaston, you spoil her too much.
Would you like a cup of chamomile tea?
Please. Please, Mamita.
Look, Gaston.
Four yards of material in the skirt.
Well, don't I look great ladyish?
You look like an organ-grinder's monkey!
An organ-grinder's monkey?
What happened to your little Scotch dress?
And that ridiculous collar!
And what's wrong with that collar?
It makes you look like a giraffe with a goiter.
With all the talk there is about you, Gaston...
...I've never heard it said you had any taste in clothes.
Have you gone mad? How dare you speak to Gaston like that?
Apologize. Apologize at once!
I certainly will not. This is a beautiful dress.
Gaston, please.
I beg of you, wait. She'll apologize.
Is this the education she gets from you and your sister?
My congratulations to you both.
What have you done?
Why did he fly off the handle? He knew I'd answer him back.
You ungrateful little thing.
How can you be rude to Gaston when he's been so good to us?
And just when we were trying so hard...
...to make an elegant young lady out of you.
To show you off to your best advantage.
You must admit, one doesn't have to turn oneself inside out...
...for an old friend like Gaston.
It's silly.
It's absolutely silly.
I've decided your new dress may not be as bad as all that.
I didn't see it properly, and perhaps I was a bit cruel.
To prove it, I'll take you for a drive...
...for tea at the Reservoirs in Versailles.
- Would you like that? - I'd love it!
Gaston wants to take me to tea at the Reservoirs.
You've come back, Gaston. How tolerant you are.
I hadn't really gone.
We're going to tea at the Reservoirs.
No, you're not.
I'm sorry, Gaston.
What do you mean?
Grandmama, please.
Gigi, go to your room for a moment.
I have to talk to Gaston about something.
No, Grandmama.
Gigi, do as you're told.
Mamita, what does this mean?
Something has changed here lately.
I can feel it.
Sit down, Gaston.
Please.
Gaston, you know my friendship for you.
My friendship and my gratitude.
But I must not forget my duty.
Gigi's mother has neither the time nor the mind to take care of her.
And Gigi isn't just another girl. She's special.
Of course.
For years, you've been giving her candies and trinkets...
...and she adores you.
Now you want to take her in your automobile to the Reservoirs for tea.
If it were just you and I, I would say:
"Take Gigi wherever you want." I would trust her with you anywhere.
But there are others, Gaston. You are known everywhere.
For a woman to go out with you alone now...
...with the eyes of Paris on you...
Are you trying to make me believe...
...that if Gigi goes out with me, she'll be compromised?
Let us say she would be labeled.
A young girl who goes out with you is no longer an ordinary young girl.
Not even a respectable young girl.
Mamita, this is absurd.
As far as you are concerned, it would be just another news item.
But in this case, I would not have the heart to laugh...
...when I read it in the newspapers.
This is too ridiculous to discuss any further.
I don't want to contradict you, and I don't want to argue about it.
If you feel you're protecting Gigi from some cruel fate...
...that's your affair.
I understand responsibility to Gigi better than you.
I'll do all I can to entrust her only to a man who'll be able to say:
"I'll take care of her. I'll answer for her future."
Now, can I get you your chamomile tea, Gaston?
No, thank you. I have an appointment...
...and I'm late already.
But forgive me if I wonder, madame...
...whom you are keeping her for? Some underpaid bank clerk...
...who'll marry her and give her four children in three years?
You're upset. Please...
To see her married in white in a dingy little church to a plumber...
...who'll only give her a worthless name...
...and the squalor of good intentions?
Very well, madame. Very well!
If that's your ambition...
...inflict your misery in the name of respectability.
I pity you! I pity you all!
Upset!
What utter rubbish!
Pierre...
...do I look upset?
Yes, monsieur, you do.
Upset!
Upset indeed!
She's a babe
Just a babe
Still cavorting in her crib
Eating breakfast with a bib
With her baby teeth And all her baby curls
She's a tot
Just a tot
Good for bouncing on your knee I am positive that she
Doesn't even know That boys aren't girls
She's a snip
Just a snip
Making dreadful baby noise Having fun with all her toys
Just a chickadee Who needs a mother hen
She's a cub, a papoose You could never turn her loose
She's too infantile To take her from her pen
Of course, that weekend in Trouville
In spite of all her youthful zeal
She was exceedingly polite
And on the whole, a sheer delight
And if it wasn't joy galore
At least not once was she a bore
That I recall
No, not at all
She's a child
A silly child
Adolescent to her toes And good heaven, how it shows
Sticky thumbs are all the fingers She has got
She's a child
A clumsy child
She's as swollen as a grape And she doesn't have a shape
Where her figure ought to be It is not!
Just a child
A growing child
But so backward for her years If a boy her age appears
I am certain He will never call again
She's a scamp and a brat Doesn't know where she is at
Unequipped and undesirable to men
Of course, I must in truth confess
That in her brand-new little dress
She looked surprisingly mature
And had a definite allure
It was a shock, in fact, to me
A most amazing shock to see
The way it clung
On one so young
She's a girl
A little girl
Getting older, it is true Which is what they always do
Till that unexpected hour When they blossom like a flower
Oh, no.
But...
There's sweeter music
When she speaks
Isn't there?
A different bloom
About her cheeks
Isn't there?
Could I be wrong?
Could it be so?
Oh, where Oh, where did Gigi go?
Gigi
Am I a fool without a mind?
Or have I merely been too blind
To realize?
Oh, Gigi
Why, you've been growing up Before my eyes
Gigi!
You're not at all That funny, awkward little girl
I knew
Oh, no
Overnight
There's been A breathless change
In you
Oh, Gigi
While you were trembling On the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere Blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi
Have I been standing up too close
Or back too far?
When did your sparkle
Turn to fire?
And your warmth Become desire?
Oh, what miracle
Has made you the way you are?
Gigi!
Oh, no
I was mad not to have seen
The change in you
Oh, Gigi!
While you were trembling On the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere Blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi
Have I been standing up too close
Or back to far?
When did your sparkle
Turn to fire?
And your warmth
Become desire?
Oh, what miracle
Has made you the way
You are?
Mamita, are you alone?
Good. I have an important business matter to discuss with you.
Now, let us recapitulate.
To begin with, he said she would be spoiled as no other...
He said she would be spoiled as no other woman has been before.
It's all right, but it's vague. I like everything spelled out.
Did he say precisely where she would live?
He said a suitable house on the Avenue du Bois.
- You're sure? - Of course.
Well, very good. Servants?
Yes, he mentioned servants.
What about an automobile?
I think so. I'm not quite sure.
She must have an automobile and a chauffeur.
I'm sure he didn't mean to be evasive or ungenerous.
He suggested that you and I and our lawyer...
...meet at his lawyer tomorrow and draw it up in detail.
You call him and tell him to bring his lawyer to our lawyer.
We'll draw it up in detail.
You mustn't be suspicious, Alicia.
- Gigi doesn't know yet? - How could she?
He just left. But he wants to have dinner with her this evening.
When you speak to Gigi, be sure and stress...
...the difficulties of the situation, not the delights.
The role she will have to play.
She's a naive, thoughtless girl.
You must warn her not to ask for the moon.
Not only will he not give it...
Don't worry about her. You think she's like you.
Actually, you don't know her. There's no meanness in her at all.
Thank you very much.
I mean, she has no material ambition.
I understand. He should send a present before tonight.
Let me know what it is.
Yes, I will.
Won't you sit down?
You know why I'm here?
Yes, I know.
Do you want to...
...or don't you?
I don't want to.
I don't know what you want. You told Grandmama...
I know what I told your grandmother. We don't have to repeat it.
Just tell me simply what you don't want...
...and tell me what you do want.
Do you mean that?
Of course.
You told Grandmama that you wanted to take care of me.
To take care of you beautifully.
Beautifully. That is, if I like it.
They've pounded into my head I'm backward for my age...
...but I know what all this means.
To take care of me beautifully means I shall go away with you...
...and that I shall sleep in your bed.
Please, Gigi.
I beg of you, you embarrass me.
You weren't embarrassed to talk to Grandmama about it.
And Grandmama wasn't embarrassed to talk to me about it.
But I know more than she told me. To take care of me...
...means that I shall have my photograph in the papers.
That I shall go to the Riviera. To the races at Deauville.
And when we fight, it will be in all the columns the next day.
And when you'd give me up, as you did with Inés des Cévennes.
Who's been filling your head with all these old stories?
How do you know about that?
Why shouldn't I know?
You're world famous.
I know about the woman who stole from you.
The "contessa" who wanted to shoot you.
The American who wanted to marry you. I know what everybody knows.
These aren't the things we have to talk about together.
That's all in the past, over and done with.
Yes, Gaston.
Until it begins again.
It's not your fault you're world famous.
It's just that I haven't got a world famous sort of nature.
When it's over, Gaston Lachaille goes off with another lady.
And I have only to go into another gentleman's bed.
That won't do for me.
I'm not changeable. That won't do for me.
Grandmama and Aunt Alicia are on your side, but this concerns me too.
And I think I should have something to say about it.
And what I say is, it won't work. It won't work!
Are you trying to find a way to tell me that I don't please you?
That you don't like me?
Oh, no, Gaston!
Oh, no. I do like you.
I'm so happy when I'm with you.
Gaston, couldn't we go on just as we are?
Maybe seeing each other a little more often?
You're a friend of the family. Nobody would think anything of it.
You could go on bringing me licorice and caramels...
...and champagne on my birthday.
And on Sundays, we can have an extra special game of cards.
Wouldn't that be a lovely little life?
A wonderful little life.
Except that you forget one thing:
I'm in love with you.
You never told me.
I haven't known it very long.
I discovered it when I was away from you.
In Monte Carlo.
You are a wicked man.
You're in love with me...
...and you want to drag me into a life that will make me suffer!
You think nothing of exposing me to all sorts of terrible adventures...
...ending in quarrels, separations...
...pistol shots, Sandomirs and poison!
Please listen to me!
I should never have believed this of you. Never!
What's the matter?
What's happened?
She doesn't seem to want to.
What do you mean?
I mean she doesn't want to!
Are you going out of your mind?
As God is my witness, I explained it to her. Believe me.
You explained too much!
You've trained her to know nothing but the sordid and the vulgar.
But what about kindness, sweetness, benevolence?
What of the tender heart bulging with generosity?
These things exist too, madame. Or have you never heard of them?
Uncle! I'll tell you...
...Europe is breeding a generation of vandals and ingrates.
Children are coming into the world...
...with ice-covered souls and hatchets in their hands!
And before they have finished, they'll smash everything beautiful and decent.
Have a piece of cheese.
No, thank you.
I envy you, Uncle. I envy you, your age.
For you, it was different.
You've been clean and good, and it's been appreciated.
But not anymore. It's over. All over.
I'm sorry to hear it. A little salad?
No, thank you.
Imagine this if you can:
Here is a girl, living in a moldy apartment, decaying walls...
...worm-ridden furniture, surrounded by filth.
You're ruining my lunch.
Nothing to look forward to but abject poverty.
My heart was touched. I wanted to help her.
I offered her everything:
House, car, servants, clothes...
...and me.
And?
She turned me down.
- Turned you down? - Turned me down.
It's impossible.
It's not impossible. It just happened.
Obviously, that disgusting apartment she lives in has driven her mad.
Her grandmother was delighted.
- Grandmother? - Yes, Mamita.
But Gigi... No, no, no. Not Gigi.
She refused me. She turned me down.
I was refused, rejected, rebuffed...
...and repudiated.
They're a very peculiar family with peculiar ideas.
I negotiated with them myself once.
With me, one casual bit of grazing in another pasture...
...and the gate was slammed behind me.
What did you do?
- I left immediately. - Bravo!
The absolutely right thing to do.
Of course.
And when she sends for you, which you realize she will...
Of course. I know she will.
This is plainly a maneuver for better terms.
Don't you go back!
I wouldn't go back for anything in the world.
After all, you behaved like a perfect gentleman.
No question about it.
You made your offer in good faith...
...before any emotional advance.
An act of the purest chivalry.
I don't know any other way.
And if she doesn't appreciate the nobility of your conduct...
...if she uses the beauty of your nature...
...as a weapon for bargaining...
...then she's obviously not worth the chivalry or the nobility.
It's no one's fault. You're too good for her.
Do you know how long it will take you to forget her?
By tomorrow noon at the latest.
Why not consult your little book and meet me at Maxim's tonight?
Splendid idea.
I would suggest a redhead.
Try Michéle. I saw her last night. She looked heavenly.
I'll call her at once.
You should. She doesn't have many good years left.
- See you at 9? - Nine sharp.
Goodbye, Honoré.
Poor boy
Downhearted and depressed And in a spin
Poor boy
Oh, youth can really Do a fellow in
How lovely to sit here In the shade
With none of the woes Of man and maid
I'm glad I'm not young anymore
The rivals that don't exist at all
The feeling you're only 2 feet tall
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
No more confusion
No morning-after surprise
No self-delusion
That when you're telling those lies
She isn't wise
And even if love Comes through the door
The kind that goes on forevermore
Forevermore is shorter than before
Oh, I'm so glad
That I'm not young anymore
The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends Won't like her too
I'm glad I'm not young anymore
The longing to end a stale affair
Until you find out she doesn't care
I'm glad that I'm not young anymore
No more frustration
No star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation
Just one reluctant reply
Lady, goodbye
The fountain of youth Is dull as paint
Methuselah is my patron saint
I've never been so comfortable before
Oh, I'm so glad
That I'm not young anymore
Yes, madame?
Charles, I'm going out.
Order me a carriage immediately.
Yes, madame. Right away, madame.
Would you repeat that again, please?
She doesn't want to.
She doesn't want to?
She doesn't want to.
Such stupidity is without equal...
...in the entire history of human relations.
It must be your fault. It must be.
You must've emphasized the difficulties instead of the delights.
What did you say to the little monster?
Gigi is perhaps a little slow about certain things...
...but just because she's not attracted to Gaston...
...doesn't make her a monster.
It doesn't make her a princess.
What did you say to her?
Did you tell her about love, travel, moonlight, Italy?
About hummingbirds in all the flowers...
...and making love in a gardenia-scented garden?
I couldn't tell her that.
I've never been further than the Riviera.
Couldn't you have invented it?
No, Alicia, I could not.
It's incredible.
Incredible! Where is she?
Perhaps I should talk to her and tell her what she's missing.
It's the glory of romance...
...forgetting everything in the arms of the man who adores you...
...listening to the music of love in an eternal spring.
- And when eternal spring is over? - What difference does that make?
It makes a difference to Gigi. And I'll tell you something:
I'm not sure I don't agree with her.
You're a fool! And your granddaughter takes after you.
When I think of the time and effort I've lavished on that idiotic child!
I received a note from Gigi. She said she wanted to see me.
Of course.
Won't you come in?
Thank you.
You know my sister?
My dear Mr. Lachaille. What a pleasant surprise.
And how is your enchanting father?
He has diabetes.
If one is in the sugar business...
And your attractive mother? Well, I hope.
Gaston, I have been thinking.
I'd rather be miserable with you than without you.
Say a prayer For me tonight
I'll need every prayer
That you can spare To get me by
Say a prayer
And while you're praying
Keep on saying
She's much too young to die
On to your Waterloo
Whispers my heart
Pray I'll be Wellington
Not Bonaparte
Say a prayer
For me this evening
Bow your head and please
Stay on your knees
Tonight
I thought perhaps we might go to Siena in July...
...beginning of the season.
And when do we go to Deauville?
At the end of August.
It isn't absolutely necessary, if you'd rather not.
Don't say it. I'd love to go.
Especially to the casino.
You know how much I love to gamble.
Would you like more coffee?
I'll do it.
Of course, the roulette wheel won't be as easy to beat as you are.
Nor as easy to cheat.
You always knew that I cheated, didn't you?
Look.
What?
Madame Dunard.
How do you know Madame Dunard?
I know all about Madame Dunard. Do you see her pearls?
Dipped.
Dipped. Not worth a sou.
The poor thing doesn't know it.
It's just a matter of time now.
Would you like to dance?
I'd love to.
What an evening.
Don't you think so, darling?
Gaston, my boy, I waited for you.
- Good evening, Honoré. - Good evening, Monsieur Lachaille.
Do you know what we are going to do?
We are going to...
What's that in your breast pocket?
- I'm sorry. - What is it?
It's a present for you.
Wouldn't you like to see it?
Oh, no. Not now.
Later. I'd rather dance with you.
May I see it now?
The present.
Gaston, that's beautiful.
They're simply beautiful.
Oh, what a color!
Only the most beautiful emeralds contain that miracle...
...of elusive blue.
What taste you have.
If I may say so, much better than your taste in clothes.
- May I put it on? - The clasp is a bit tricky.
Why not ask the lady in the powder room to help?
Yes, of course. Thank you.
My dear, dear, dear boy.
How did it happen? She changed her mind?
Obviously.
How delicious!
Did you have to improve the arrangement?
Please don't be vulgar.
She looks adorable.
So fresh, so eager...
...so young.
It's the sophisticated women who get boring so quickly.
What can they give you? Everything but surprise.
But with someone like Gigi...
She can amuse you for months.
I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to tell Manuel.
Good night. Good night.
I don't understand.
What's wrong?
It's too early to go home yet.
I thought I was doing so well. What's the matter?
I don't want to go home yet!
Please, Gaston.
Gaston, won't you tell me what I've done wrong?
Gaston, do tell me. Please!
What's happened?
Gigi, what's happened?
May I come in?
Gaston, please.
No newspapers. No scandal.
Madame, will you do me the honor...
...the favor...
...give me the infinite joy of bestowing on me...
...Gigi's hand in marriage?
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