Sabrina Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Sabrina Script



Once upon a time,



on the North Shore of Long Island,

some 30 miles from New York,



there lived a small girl

on a large estate.



The estate was very large indeed

and had many servants.



There were gardeners

to take care of the gardens



and a tree surgeon on a retainer.



There was a boatman to put the boats

in the water in the spring



and scrape their bottoms

in the winter.



There were specialists

to take care of the grounds,



the outdoor tennis court

and the indoor tennis court,



the outdoor swimming pool

and the indoor swimming pool.



And a man of no particular title



took care ofa small pool in the

garden for a goldfish named George.



Also on the estate there was

a chauffeur by the name of Fairchild,



who had been imported from England

years ago,



together with a new Rolls-Royce.



Fairchild was a fine chauffeur

of considerable polish,



Like the eight cars in his care.



And he had a daughter

by the name of... Sabrina.



It was the eve of

the annual six-metre-yacht races



and, as had been traditional

for the past    years,



the Larrabees were giving a party.



It never rained on the night

of the Larrabee party.



The Larrabees

wouldn't have stood for it.



There were four Larrabees in all -

father, mother and two sons.



Maude and Oliver Larrabee

were married in     .



Among their many wedding presents

was a town house in New York



and this estate for weekends.



The town house has since been

converted into Saks Fifth Avenue.



Linus Larrabee, the elder son,

graduated from Yale,



where his classmates voted him



the man most likely

to leave his alma mater$   million.



His brother, David, went through

several of the best Eastern colleges



for short periods of time,



and through several marriages

for even shorter periods of time.



He is now a successful

six-goal polo player



and is listed on Linus's tax return

as a $    deduction.



Life was pleasant among

the Larrabees,



for this was as close to heaven

as one could get on Long Island.



Come on down from there, Sabrina!

Come on.



You'd better finish your packing.



Who's that girl, Father,

dancing with David?



Her name is Gretchen Van Horn.

Chase National Bank.



I hate girls that giggle

all the time.



You hate every girl David looks at.



You can't go on like this about

David. You've got to get over it.



Yes, Father.



It's good you're going away.

I only hope it's far enough.



Yes, Father.



Come along, Sabrina.



In a minute, Father. You go ahead.

I'll be up soon.



- Oh, it's you, Sabrina.

- Hello, David.



I thought I heard somebody.



No, it's nobody.



Gretchen! Yoo-hoo!

Tennis, anyone?






What is this, mixed singles?



No! You have to stay on your side

of the net.



That'll be a little difficult,




- You know the rules of the game.

- OK, I'll serve.






Yes, Father?



- Don't leave your passport tomorrow.

- No, Father.



It's not every girl

that's lucky enough to go to Paris.



And it's the best cooking school

in the world.



If your mother were alive,

she'd be happy you were going there.



She was the best cook

on Long Island.



I'm not saying you have to be a cook,

as she was,



or that I want you to marry

a chauffeur.



But you know how I feel.



Your mother and I

had a good life together.



We were respected by everyone.



That's as much as anyone can want.



Don't reach for the moon, child.



No, Father.



Besides, it never hurt a young girl

to learn how to cook, did it?



I'll wake you at seven.

The boat goes at noon. Good night.



Good night.



What's going on?






Anybody here?



Who's that?



Sabrina, come out of there. Come on.






What are you doing here?



Just checking the spark plugs.



The what?



Father was worried

because a spark plug was missing.



I wanted to find out

which one it was.



So you started the motors

and closed the doors?



- I didn't want to disturb anyone.

- You might never have done so again.



- Does your father know?

- No! I wanted to surprise him.



We'd better get out.



There now. Breathe deep.



That's right. Now, deep breath.



- What happened?

- You passed out.



I'm alright.

You don't have to carry me.



Of all the idiotic things...



Haven't you ever heard of carbon

monoxide? It kills people.



It does?



What would have happened

if I hadn't come along?



I'd have died.



And fast. Eight cars!

One would have done it.



Good thing Mrs. Van Horn

asked me to drive her home.



Mrs. Van Horn? Gretchen's mother?



- Why didn't she drive her home?

- We can't find Gretchen.



- She...

- She what?






The next time you start a car, leave

the garage doors open. Understand?



A chauffeur's daughter

should know better.



Yes, sir.



Bonjour, mes dames et messieurs!



Yesterday we have learnt

the correct way how to boil water.



Today we will learn the correct way

how to crack an egg.



Voila, an egg!



Now an egg is not a stone.

It is not made of wood.



It is a living thing with a heart.



So when we crack it

we must not torment it.



We must be merciful and execute it

quickly, like with the guillotine.



It is done with one hand.

Kindly watch the wrist.



Voila. One, two, three, crack!



You see? It is all in the wrist.



And now, everybody, take an egg.



One, two, three, crack!



New egg.



One, two, three, crack!



New egg. One, two, three, crack!



Take an egg. Crack!



The wrist, huh? Like a whip.

You watch.



One, two, three, crack! New egg.



"Dear Father, or Cher Papa

as we say over here."



"Isn't my French getting good?"



"We finally finished our four-week

course in sauces, thank goodness!"



"Soups were tough

but sauces just about killed me."



"I almost flunked my hollandaise.

It kept separating on me."



Too much vinegar.

Does she mention David?



Mr. Linus is ready to go into town.



- What does she say about David?

- Not a word.



No, wait. Here's something.



- "I don't think of David very much."

- That's good.



- "Except at night."

- That's bad.



"I decided to be sensible

and tore up his picture."



That's good.



- "Please mail me some Scotch tape."

- That's bad.



- Morning, Fairchild.

- Morning, sir. Beautiful day, sir.



Take the Parkway.

Two windows open.    miles an hour.



Yes, sir.



Morning. Where are you off to?



- The office, where do you think?

- On Sunday?



- Today is Wednesday.

- Wednesday?



This is KL      .

Get me Bowling Green      .



Good morning, Miss McCardle.

How did the market open?



Industrials,    .  .

Up a dollar, ten.



Rails,   . . Up    cents.



Utilities,   .  . Off    cents.



I'm just leaving.

Put the coffee on in    minutes.



Inter-office memo to David Larrabee.



Dear David, you are a junior partner

of Larrabee industries,



located at    Broad Street, New York.



Your office is on the   nd floor.



Our normal week is Monday to Friday.

Our working day is nine to five.



If this is inconvenient

you may retire with your pension.



Having been with us one year,



your entitlement is    cents

a month for the rest of your life.



What do you hear from your daughter?



- She still loves him.

- I beg your pardon?



I mean

she loves the cooking school, sir.



But she'll get over it.



And now, mes dames et messieurs,



soon we will see how you have learnt

the lesson of the souffle.



The souffle, it must be gay.






Like two butterflies dancing

the waltz in the summer breeze.



Very well. You have five seconds!



Four seconds.



Three seconds.



Two seconds.



One second.



To the ovens!



Too low.



Too pale.



Too heavy.



Too low.



Too high. You are exaggerating.












Mmm! Superb! My dear Baron,

you have not lost your touch.



Much too low.



- I don't know what happened.

- I will tell you.



You forgot to turn on the oven.



I have been watching you.



Your mind has not been on the

cooking. It has been elsewhere.



You're in love. And I will venture

to go a step further.



- You are unhappily in love.

- Does it show?



Very clearly. A woman happily

in love, she burns the souffle.



A woman unhappily in love,

she forgets to turn on the oven.



- Am I correct?

- Yes. But I'm trying to get over it.



Why try to get over it? You speak

of love like it was a bad cough.



He doesn't even know I exist.



I might as well be reaching

for the moon.



The moon?



Oh, you young people

are so old-fashioned!



Have you not heard? We are building

rockets to reach the moon.



To begin with, you must stop looking

like a horse.






"His name is Baron Saint Fontanel."






"He came here for a refresher course

in souffles



and liked me so much he decided

to stay on for the fish."



- What does she say about David?

- David? She's got a baron!



"The Baron is    years old,



and very sweet and very wise."



"He has a box at the opera,

a racing stable, wonderful paintings



and his own vineyards."



"Tomorrow night he is taking me

to a very fashionable charity ball



and I have a dress

just for the occasion."



"If David could only see me in it."



"Yards of skirt

and way off the shoulders."



Good morning, sir.



- Morning. What's going on?

- A letter from Sabrina.



Wouldn't you like to read it?

There's something about you.



- Poor Sabrina.

- What's wrong with him?



He's getting married again.



- He is?

- Number four.



Who says so?



Cholly Knickerbocker. Don't you

people ever read the society columns?



- Is my brother in?

- Yes, Mr. David, but he's very busy.



- I want to see him.

- How about  :  ?



- I want to see him now!

- I'm sorry. I have my orders.



He's working on the plastics deal.



Press that button,



or I'll break that door down

using you as a battering ram!



- Mr. David!

- Make up your mind!



Linus, I want to talk to you!



- Ask for an appointment.

- Don't give me that! I'm mad!



Alright, gentlemen,

I'll be ten minutes.



Now what's the trouble?



How did this get in the paper?



"David Larrabee is to marry again."



"The girl is Elizabeth Tyson

of the Oyster Bay Tysons."



- Congratulations.

- Did you plant this?



It's common knowledge about you and

Elizabeth Tyson. Don't you like her?



I like her a lot.

I like a lot of girls a lot.



- You can say that again.

- What are you doing with that gun?



Put that thing away, Linus!



Look at that. The greatest plastic

ever made. Not a scratch.



I wonder how this'd stand up

against a bazooka.



Miss McCardle, ask General Stanton

if we can borrow a bazooka.



Yes, Mr. Larrabee.



- To get back to my problem...

- Lend me your lighter.



Linus, I have no intention

of marrying Elizabeth Tyson!



Doesn't burn, doesn't scorch,

doesn't melt. How about that!



I've been married before.

I've had it three times.



This time the family approves.



You're going to do

something constructive. Taste it.



What's constructive

about marrying her?



- Taste it.

- It's sweet.



It's made of sugar cane.



Sugar cane.



Wait a minute.



The Tysons own the largest holdings

of sugar cane in Puerto Rico!



Second largest.

The largest have no daughter.



It's all beginning to make sense.



Mr. Tyson owns the sugar cane,

you own the formula for the plastics



and I'm offered as a sacrifice

on the altar of industrial progress!



You make it sound as if the son

of the hot-dog dynasty



had to marry the daughter

of the mustard king.



Surely you don't object to Elizabeth

because her father has $   million?



That's very narrow-minded of you.



Just one thing. I haven't proposed

and she hasn't accepted.



Oh, don't worry.

I proposed and Mr. Tyson accepted.



- Did you kiss him?

- Elizabeth is a lovely girl.



Sooner or later you'll propose.

I'm helping you make up your mind.



- Then you marry her.

- Me?



What's so funny?



If I got married, I'd have to take

a Dictaphone, two secretaries



and four corporation counsellors

along on the honeymoon.



I'd be unfaithful to my wife

every night



with vice presidents, boards of

directors, slide-rule accountants...



This... this is my home.

No wife would ever understand it.



Nor me. You've got all the money

in the world.



Making money isn't the main point

of business. Money is a by-product.



- What's the main objective? Power?

- Ah! That's become a dirty word.



What's the urge? You're going into

plastics. What will that prove?



Prove? Nothing much.



A new product has been found,

something of use to the world.



A new industry moves into

an undeveloped area.



Factories go up, machines go in

and you're in business.



It's coincidental that people who've

never seen a dime now have a dollar



and barefooted kids wear shoes

and have their faces washed.



What's wrong with an urge



that gives people libraries,

hospitals, baseball diamonds



and movies on a Saturday night?



- Send in the secretaries.

- Yes, Mr. Larrabee.



You make me feel like a heel.



If I don't marry her, some kid

will run around Puerto Rico barefoot!



Look at this stuff.

Planes and suits will be made of it



and you'll probably be able

to eat it.



We're organising Larrabee Plastics.

Larrabee Construction has the plans.



Larrabee Shipping bought nine more

freighters to handle the traffic.



- The wheels are in motion already?

- That's what I mean.



Would you demonstrate the weight test

to Mr. David, please?



- Linus, I believe you.

- Up you go.



I want you to see

how resilient it is.



Bounce, please, ladies.



Some plastic, eh?



We'd like a summer wedding

to get in on this year's sugar crop.






I think

you're going to be very happy.



Dearest Father,



we shall be graduating next week

and I shall be getting my diploma.



I want to thank you now for the two

most wonderful years of my life.



I shall always love you

for sending me here.



It is late at night



and someone across the way

is playing "La Vie En Rose".



It is the French way of saying,



I am looking at the world

through rose-coloured glasses.



It says everything I feel.



I have learnt so many things,




Not just how to make vichyssoise or

calf's head with sauce vinaigrette,



but a much more important recipe.



I have learn how to live,



how to be in the world

and of the world...



-and not just to stand aside

and watch.



And I will never, never again

run away from life,



or from love, either.



I am taking the plane home

on Friday, Father.



You needn't pick me up

at the airport.



I'll just take

the Long Island Rail Road



and you can meet me at the train -

the  :  .



If you should have any difficulty

recognising your daughter,



I shall be the most sophisticated

woman at the Glen Cove station.



Taxi, miss?

Cheapest rates in Glen Cove.



Hello! How are you?



Well, I'm fine. How are you?

And I might add, who are you?



- Who am l?

- Am I supposed to know?



No, you're not supposed to know.



- Are you stranded?

- My father was meant to pick me up.



Whoever your father is,

I'll be eternally grateful.



- That is if I can give you a lift.

- You can drive me home.



Good! I'll get your bags.



- Where do you live?

- Dosoris Lane.



Dosoris Lane?

Say, that's where I live!



- Really?

- Sure. We must be neighbours.



And I believe in

loving thy neighbour.



Oh, so do l.



Come on, David.



- David? Is his name David?

- Yes, it is.



That's funny. My name's David, too.



That is funny, isn't it?



Sure you don't want

to tell me your name?




I'm having much too much fun.



Alright, if you want to play games...



- Have you always lived here?

- Most of my life.



I'd swear I know every pretty girl

on the North Shore.



You take in more territory than that.



This is maddening.

I've seen that face before.



Let me see your profile again.



I know I know you.



I have a feeling I've seen you...

with your father.




Is your father Admiral Starratt?







I keep seeing him in a uniform.



Give us a hint.

What does your father do?



- He's in transportation.

- Transportation?



- Railroads. New York Central.

- No.



- Planes. TWA.

- No.



- Boats. United States Lines.

- No.



- I pass.

- Automobiles.



Oh? Chrysler?



Yes, Chrysler and Ford

and General Motors and Rolls-Royce.



Is he on the board

of all those companies?



You might say he runs things.



- I bet my brother Linus knows him.

- He certainly does.



They often drive into town together.



They do?



Straight through to the garage,




I feel so stupid I could kill myself.



You'll be alright in a minute.



Here we are.



I'm not just pretending we've met

somewhere before. We have met some...



You don't live here. I live here.



Hi, neighbour!






Hello, Margaret!

It's so good to be home!



Look at you! You've come home

such a beautiful lady!



Oh, welcome home, Sabrina!



Ernest! Jenny! How are you?



Don't cry, Margaret.

It's nothing to cry about.



I bought you a hat, a Paris hat

for you to wear to church on Sundays.



Jenny, I have something for you...






I'm sorry. I had to take Mrs. Larrabee

to the hairdresser.



It doesn't matter.



I wouldn't have recognized you




David had a little trouble,

didn't you?



Yes, I did.



I'll make coffee.

Will you come to the kitchen?



- As soon as I've opened my bags.

- I'll take them upstairs.



As old neighbours

the two of us should have a reunion.



- It's only fair.

- Tonight?



- Do you really want to see me?

- Very much.



- Sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.



- Alright.

- We'll go out on the town.



We'll drive to New York, have

a quick drink, then go for dinner.



I know a wonderful French restaurant

on First Avenue.



I guess you wouldn't think

so much of it after Paris.



I'll love it!



We'll go dancing.



When they throw us out of EI Morocco,

we'll go to the Village.



You like Dixieland bands?

I know the greatest. It's...



Wait, I forgot.

We're having a party here tonight.



With an orchestra and dancing?

That'll be even more fun.



I don't know.

A lot of dull people. Family stuff.



I don't mind if you're there.



- Sabrina?

- In a minute, Father.



I have a lovely evening dress

with yards of skirt.



- Shall I wear it?

- Why, yes, of course.



This couldn't be nicer.

A homecoming party!



I'll get the dress out

and press it.



See you tonight.



Hello, Linus. I'm back!



It's Sabrina.

Would you have recognized her?



That scrawny kid who'd run away

when she saw us,



her knees painted with Mercurochrome.



How do you like those legs now?

Aren't they something?



David, the last pair of legs

that were something



cost the family $     .



Look what I brought you from Paris.



Sabrina, I should have mentioned it

in a letter...



- Here. Do you like it?

- But I didn't want to upset you.



Aren't they gaudy?



Sabrina, David is engaged.

He's getting married again.



I know. Margaret wrote me.



Brandy. And this is for you to wear

on your day off.



- Then you don't care?

- Not too much. He's not married yet.



I don't like that.

I don't like the sound of it.



Father, everything has changed.



Nothing's changed.

He's still David Larrabee.



And you're still

the chauffeur's daughter.



And you're still reaching for

the moon.



No, Father.

The moon's reaching for me.



I wish the wedding were tomorrow,




- Don't you?

- Yes, dear.



Ten more days.

It'll seem more like ten years.



Yes, dear.



Father had planned for us to fly

to Honolulu afterwards. I said not.



I don't want to spend the first

   hours of my honeymoon in a plane.



- Do you?

- Yes, dear.



- David!

- What? I mean, no. What did you say?



- Aren't you interested?

- Of course, dear.



- Aren't they a sweet couple!

- Charming. Elizabeth is lovely.



Why do young men wear white jackets

in the evening?



They look like barbers!



- Now, Oliver...

- My throat's dry.



- Have you been smoking?

- I've stopped smoking.



It's sad

that after    years of marriage



distrust should creep

into our relationship.



I'll join the men in the library.



David? I think I ought to have

a talk with your chauffeur.



What for?



Father wants to give me a car

and your chauffeur could tell me...



Sure, sure. Of course.



- What's his name?

- Sabrina.



I mean Fairchild.

I'll talk to him. Don't bother.



Alright, darling. I know

you'll take care of everything.



What is it, David?



- Would you like to get some food?

- No, thank you.



- A drink?

- No.



- I'm terribly sorry!

- It's my fault. I didn't see you.



- Will it wash out?

- Yes.



- You'd better do it now.

- Come on, Elizabeth. I'll help you.









- Hello.

- You look wonderful.



- Thank you. I'm a bit late.

- I worried.



Were you afraid I'd forgotten

the address?



It crossed my mind.



- Shall we dance?

- Right here?



- Who is that girl?

- I don't know.



I wonder what happened to Elizabeth.



- What a lovely party.

- It is now.



The nicest one you've ever had.

And I've been to all your parties.



- You have?

- Standing up there in that tree.



Sabrina, if I'd only known.




where have you been all my life?



- Right over the garage.

- Right over my car.



Right up in that tree.

What a fool I was.



And what a crush I had on you.



It's not too late, is it?



I don't know, David. Is it?



You should see her!

You should see Sabrina!



The prettiest girl.

The prettiest dress. The best dancer.



The belle of the ball.



- It's as if she belonged up there.

- I don't like it.



- Is she dancing with David?

- That's right.



He's holding her so close

I don't see how she can breathe.



And the way they look

into each other's eyes...



- I don't like it.

- Tom, be happy for her.



This is what she wanted.

It's where she belongs.



It's not.

And it's not where I belong.



Remember the chauffeur

on the Harrington estate?



His daughter fell in love

with the son.



Next he was driving the family

to the church, changing his uniform



and then giving the bride away.



- That's not for me. I don't like it.

- That was    years ago.



Come on. Let's sneak up and see her.






- Hello, Mother.

- I don't know this lady.



- You do.

- Good evening, Mrs. Larrabee.



- Mother, this is Miss Fairchild.

- Sabrina?



Yes, of course.



Yes, of course.



Of course. Sabrina.



You didn't recognize me, did you?

Have I changed?



You certainly have.

You look lovely, Sabrina.



I thought it'd be fun to ask her

to the party as a welcome home.



David's been wonderful.

He met me at the station.



Did he? How nice of him.



- She's been to Paris.

- Yes, I know.



Come and cook something

very special for us, Sabrina.



- I want to see what you've learnt.

- I've learnt a lot.






This is such fun. So much more fun

than just watching from that tree.



I'm glad you came home.

I'll never let you go away again.



- Never?

- Never.



Would you like to kiss me?



- Would l?

- Yes. A nice, steady kiss.



- Not on roller skates this time.

- Roller skates?



- You don't remember?

- I remember I had a pair.



I was nine

and you had your arms around me



because you were teaching me

to skate backwards.



Suddenly, you kissed me.

I've never forgotten.



- Sabrina, let's get out of here.

- Yes, let's.



I tell you what. You slip away first.

I'll meet you at...



The indoor tennis court.



- And you'll bring champagne.

- Of course.



You saw a lot from that tree!



Will you have the orchestra play

Isn't It Romantic?






- Where's David?

- He's being a good host.



I'll get him out of circulation.

Thank you.



Got a minute, David?



- Not now.

- The old man wants to see you.



- I'm busy.

- He's frothing at the mouth.



- What about?

- You guess.



- Animal, vegetable or mineral?

- Definitely animal.



Linus, this boy should be drummed out

of the family!



What have I done now?



I'm not saying

all Larrabees have been saints.



Thomas Larrabee was hung for piracy.

Benjamin Larrabee was a slave trader.



And Joshua Larrabee was shot

while attempting to rob a train.



But no Larrabee has behaved

as you have behaved tonight!



- Exactly what have I done?

- Done?




remember your basal metabolism.



Making love to a servant

in your mother's house!



- She is not a servant.

- She's a servant's daughter.



You have embarrassed

your mother and our chauffeur.



I've too much respect for Fairchild

to intrude on his personal life.



You should have that respect for her.



I have so much respect for her

I invited her.



- That's overdoing it.

- I love her!



He loves her!



Next thing he'll elope with the girl

in the middle of the night!






I'll overlook you're an engaged man



and remind you of your marital record

to date.



I know, Father.

I made three mistakes.



First, that Hungarian countess, who

married you to bring her family over.



Her parents and five brothers, all of

them needing costly dental repairs!



- Do we have to go through it again?

- Then that Twyman girl.



Her family    years

on the social register.



She wore on her wedding dress not

a corsage but a Stevenson button!



You promised not to swear.



Then that great actress!



All she does is commercials on

television for an underarm deodorant.



And now our chauffeur's daughter!



- Father, are you through?

- I am not through!



I'm sure Linus

has a few words to say.



I do.

But you won't like them, Father.



- You're being unfair to David.

- I'm what?



David's old enough to live his life.



- If she's the girl for him...

- Nonsense!



You really mean that?

It would knock your plans.



The plastics merger? Forget it.

If you love her, take her.



- This is the   th century.

- The   th century?



I could pick a century out of a hat

and get a better one!



You will get rid of that girl

and apologise to your fiancee!



Now, Father, don't push him. Let's

discuss this like civilised people.



- Sit down, David.

- Thank you, Linus.



I have to go. You two work it out.



- Do you want me to help you?

- Of course.



Then sit down.



You're the only one who understands.



- What is it? What happened?

- Champagne glasses. I sat on them.



- On the chair?

- No. In my pocket!









You did order champagne, didn't you?



- What are you doing here?

- David sent me.



- Isn't he coming?

- I don't think he can make it.



- What happened?

- He got stuck.






Nothing serious.

One of those things.



Shall I serve it up there

or will you come down?



- Up there? Alright.

- No, I'll come down.



We meet under the most peculiar




Either you're under eight cars

looking for a spark plug



or you're up here umpiring a tennis

match between two imaginary players.



Oh, you look lovely, Sabrina.

And very grown up.



- I'll get back to the party.

- And leave me here?



What did David say?



I haven't seen him in such a state



since he was kicked in the head

by a polo pony.



- That's nice.

- Amnesia has definitely set in.



He's completely forgotten

he's engaged. He wants you.



And I want him. I've been in love

with him all my life.



- There goes the engagement!

- You don't object?



Object? To you? It's as though

a window had been thrown open



and a lovely breeze swept through

this stuffy house.



How could I object?



Even though the breeze

comes from the garage?



This is the   th century, Sabrina.



Thank you. Let's drink to that.



Sorry it isn't David here instead

of me. But it's all in the family.



When you walked in,



I was sure you'd been sent

by the family to deal with me.



- To deal with you?

- Like in a Viennese operetta.



The young prince falls in love

with a waitress



and the prime minister is sent

to buy her off.



- Buy her off?

- Yes.



He offers her      kronen.

"No," she says.



"     ?" "No."



-       kronen?

- No.



-       kronen?

- No.



-       dollars?

- No. How did dollars get into this?



      dollars after taxes,

that's a lot of money.



What are you saying?



I'm making it worthwhile.

What's a krone these days?



No self-respecting prime minister

would offer kronen.



No self-respecting waitress

would take dollars.



Good girl.



Say, how does this operetta end?

What's the last act?



I don't know. I guess they run away

to America on a zeppelin



with everybody singing like mad.



- They open a brewery in Milwaukee?

- Yes.



- A love that made Milwaukee famous.

- Prosit.



There it is.



The song they were playing

the night before I went away.



David was right here,

dancing it with somebody else.



Tonight, I wanted it to be me.



It's all in the family.



How can we make sure that

all the fragments have been removed?



Simple. We will reconstruct

the two champagne glasses.



I cannot possibly be hurting you.

The area has been anaesthetised.



It's not you. It's that song.






If David were here now, you'd expect

him to kiss you, wouldn't you?



Here's a kiss from David.



It's all in the family.



- Come in.

- Hi.



How do you feel?



I never felt better in my life.



You look fine.

Has the anaesthetic worn off?



I guess it has.

I brought you a present.



What happened last night? Was Sabrina

mad because I didn't show up?



Not mad, just disappointed.



- Poor kid. What did you tell her?

- The truth.



That the family objected to her,

but you stood up like a man,



and sat down like a jerk.






This ought to make you feel better.



A plastic hammock?



With a trap door. I designed it

and ran it off this morning.



On Sunday?



Why not? You were in pain,

so I had 'em open up the plant.



What a brother!



Let's try it on for size.

Come on. On your feet.



I'll never drink champagne again.



- What do you think of Sabrina?

- Wonderful girl.



- Were you nice to her?

- As nice as I could be.



What a brother. I'm still trying

to finish my poem to her.



What rhymes with glass?






- Alas.

- Of course.



- Right on the nose.

- Linus!



Sorry, David.



If Sabrina were only here.



Hey, how about smuggling her up here?



What if Father sees her?



Yeah, we wouldn't want to spoil it.



- No, we sure wouldn't.

- Linus, do me a favour.



Any time.



It's a bore for you,

but could you keep an eye on Sabrina?



I already am. We're going sailing

this afternoon.



- Sailing?

- In your boat.



Honest? Oh, Sabrina... Tell her

we'll be off, just the two of us,



the moment the stitches are out.



- You've already made up your mind?

- Absolutely. This is it.



I wanted to make sure.

It's been it three times before.



I was blind. It's been Sabrina

since we were kids.



I just couldn't see it.



What about Elizabeth,

Father and Mother?



Elizabeth will be so broken up

she'll buy three new hats.



Mother will go to bed

with a severe headache.



Father will take to the bottle



then threaten to exile me

to Larrabee Copper in Butte, Montana.



- That's where you come in.

- How?



I don't want to go to Montana.

You are going to help me?



Oh, yes, I'm going to help you,

aren't l...?



What a brother...



How's my poor darling?



I brought you six books and Scrabble.



I'm in no condition to play




That's all you are

in a condition to do.



Why were those glasses

in your pocket?



I was taking them to the tennis

court. Somebody was waiting.



Er, there was a game going on.



In the middle of the night?



That's why he needed the glasses.



Yes, that's why I needed the glasses.



- Shall we play three-handed?

- No, I've got to go sailing.



- Yes, he's got to go sailing.

- No more false moves now.



- Yes, Linus.

- We don't want any complications.



So long, Elizabeth.

So long, Scarface.



- Good afternoon, Father.

- I thought it was your mother.



I don't mind your smoking in my room,

but not in my closet.



It's good for the moths.

Now, that girl over the garage...



- David wants to run off with her.

- With the chauffeur's daughter?



I don't care who he runs off with so

long as it's not the plastics merger.



- It's simple. We'll fire Fairchild.

- Not after    years.



Then a nice cheque

will make her forget David.



She doesn't want money,

she wants love.



Didn't they discontinue that model?



The last of the romantics.

L'amour, toujours l'amour.



Why pick on David?

Why not someone else?



We will do our best.



Is that the idea?

Have you got someone in mind for her?



- Yep.

- Who?



- Oh, no!

- What's the matter?



- Not you, Linus?

- It's no fun for me.



I've got a whole desk full of work.

There's the sulphur deal.



The Puerto Rican operation

has to be set in motion.



And I'm about to make

an ass of myself with a girl of   .



Look at me! Joe College,

with a touch of arthritis.



Could you use this,

sailing into the sunset?



- I wish I were dead.

- Just a thought.



Music might help. I had a portable

phonograph in my freshman days.



I only hope you remember

what to do with a girl.



It'll come back to me.

It's like riding a bicycle.



This is a very unusual song.

Is it popular?



- Yes.

- Why haven't I heard it?



You've been in Paris for two years.



- How did they think of those words?

- They are clever, aren't they?



- May I play another?

- Of course.



- You need dusting.

- I beg your pardon?



- I didn't mean you, Linus!

- Thank you.



- How's David?

- Better, now he's flat on his back.



I miss him.

Not that I'm not having a good time.



Sabrina, would you mind if we...

turned this off?



- Why?

- Because.



- Don't you like it?

- I used to like it.



Certain songs

bring back memories to me, too.



Did you love her?



- I'd rather not talk about it.

- I'm sorry.



That's alright.



So strange to think of you

being touched by a woman.



I always thought you walked alone.



No man walks alone from choice.



As a child, I used to watch you

from the window over the garage.



Coming and going,

always wearing your black homburg,



carrying a briefcase and an umbrella.



I thought you could never belong

to anyone, never care for anyone.



Oh, yes, the cold businessman,

way up in his executive suite.



Just ice water in his veins,

ticker tape coming from his heart.



And yet one day,

that same cold businessman,



high up in a skyscraper,



opens the window,

steps out on a ledge,



stands there for three hours,

wondering... if he should jump.



- Because of her?

- No, that was another woman.



Sabrina, do you find it

hard to believe



someone might want to blot out

everything, for sentimental reasons?



I believe it! It was

for sentimental reasons that l...



I went to Paris to blot it out.



Maybe you should go to Paris.



It helped me.

Have you ever been there?



Oh, yes. Once.

I was there for    minutes.






Changing planes

on my way to Iraq on an oil deal.



But Paris isn't for changing planes.

It's for changing your outlook.



For throwing open the windows

and letting in...



letting in

la vie en rose.



Paris is for lovers. Maybe

that's why I stayed only    minutes.



Hi, David. Hello, Father.



Margaret has some dinner for you

in the kitchen.



Funny. I used to be so afraid of him.



Aren't you hungry?



Father, you've driven Linus

for so many years.



What do you know about him?



A chauffeur

keeps his eyes on the road.



Only once in a while does he glimpse

in the rear-view mirror.



If you looked a little longer,

Father, you'd find him nice.



And quite human.



Good morning, Miss McCardle. First,

a wire to Hannegang, Fort Worth.



Unable to attend Larrabee Sulphur

board meeting.



Slight hitch plastics merger.

Got that?



Next. Here's the itinerary

for tonight.



I want two tickets to

The Seven Yearltch.



Table for two at The Colony

before the show,



table for two at The Persian Room

after the show. A corner table, dark.



I'm just passing La Guardia field.

Put the coffee on in ten minutes.



- Fairchild, I need you tonight.

- Yes, sir.



- I'm taking Sabrina out again.

- Yes, sir.



Would you have her at my office

at seven?



Yes, sir.



Anything wrong, Fairchild?



I would prefer not to be involved

in these dates with my daughter.



It makes for

a rather awkward situation.



- That never occurred to me. Sorry.

- It's just not right, sir.



I like to think of life

as a limousine.



We're all driving together, but

there's a front seat, a back seat



and a window in between.



Fairchild, I never realised it,

but you're a terrible snob.



Yes, sir.



Alright, have her drive

in herself, in David's car.



Thank you, sir.

It's all so distressing.



First Mr. David, now you. I wish

Sabrina had stayed in Paris.



So do l.



May I ask, sir,

what exactly are your intentions?



My intentions? Unethical,

reprehensible but very practical.



I beg your pardon?



With your permission, I'm shipping

your daughter back to Paris.



- You are, sir?

- I'm going to try to.



May I ask how, sir?



First class, of course.

Don't worry about money.



It's not money I'm worried about.

It's Sabrina.



- I don't want her to get hurt.

- I'll be as gentle as I can.



I hope so.

She's just a displaced person.



She doesn't belong in a mansion



but then she doesn't belong

above a garage either.






The meeting of the board of directors

will now come to order.



As chairman, I would like to say

at the outset...



The chairman is so dizzy.



Meeting adjourned.

Have a frozen daiquiri.



I once saw an office like this in

Fortune magazine at my dentist's.



Has David got an office like this?



- Something like this, only larger.

- Larger?



Instead of a desk,

he has a putting green.




before my fingers get frostbitten.



- Is this the ledge?

- What ledge?



You know, the ledge. That woman.

When you almost...



Oh, the ledge.

Yes, that's the ledge alright.



What made you not do it?



There were some children playing

hopscotch on the sidewalk.



I'm very fond of those children.



Look at all these gadgets. You press

a button and factories go up.



Or you pick up a telephone

and     tankers set out for Persia.



Or through a Dictaphone you say,



"Buy all of Cleveland

and move it to Pittsburgh."



You must be clever.



It's just a knack,

like juggling three oranges.



It isn't oranges, it's millions.

Suppose you dropped one?



Suppose I did? What's at the end

of a million? Nothing. A circle.



- Sabrina...

- Yes, Linus?



Can you keep a secret?

Yes, of course you can.



I want you to look out there. Uptown.



- You see the French Line pier?

- Yes.



- You see the boat?

- Yes.



That's the Liberte. It sails on

Thursday. I'm going to be on it.



- You are?

- Yes, I am.



I'm sick of pushing buttons in this

office. I'm breaking out, Sabrina.



- I'm running away.

- Good for you!



I've been thinking about Paris

ever since you mentioned it.



It'll make a new person out of you.

You'll double your money back.



I'm so glad you're going.



Or am l?



It's  :   Mr. Larrabee. You have

a reservation at The Colony.



Thank you.



Ready, Sabrina?



Tout de suite,

as they say in Paris.



Curtain is at  :  . I used your

brother's name at The Colony



to get the darkest corner!



I'm sorry, Mr. Larrabee.



This is what you do

on your very first day in Paris.



You get yourself, not a drizzle,

but some honest-to-goodness rain,



and you find yourself

someone really nice



and drive her through

the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi.



The rain's very important.



That's when Paris smells

its sweetest.



- It's the damp chestnut trees.

- I see.



You're very clever, Linus,

and very rich.



You can order yourself some rain.



Sure. I can order myself some rain,

I can get myself a taxi.



That's easy.



But can I find myself

someone really nice?



That's not so easy, Sabrina.



How do you say in French,

my sister has a yellow pencil?



Ma soeura un crayonjaune.



How do you say,

my brother has a lovely girl?



Mon frere a une gentille petite amie.



And how do you say,

I wish I were my brother?



Why are you looking at me that way?



All night I've had a terrible impulse

to do something.



Never resist an impulse, Sabrina,

especially if it's terrible.



I'm going to do it.



- There.

- What's that for?



You can't go walking up

the Champs Elysees



looking like a tourist undertaker!



And another thing,

never a briefcase in Paris



and never an umbrella. There's a law.



How will I get along in Paris

without someone like you?



Who'll be there

to help me with my French,



to turn down the brim of my hat?



Suppose you meet someone on the boat,

the first day? A perfect stranger.



I have a better suppose, Sabrina.



Suppose I were ten years younger

and you weren't in love with David.



Suppose I asked you to...



I suppose I'm just talking nonsense.



I suppose so.



Suppose you sing that song again.




Hi! I thought you two had eloped.

I wouldn't mind, but not in my car.



- Hello, David.

- Did you have a good time?



- So-so.

- Where did you go?



We saw The Seven Year Itch

and went on to The Persian Room.



- Lousy dancer, isn't he?

- So-so.



I bet he slept through the show

then bent your ears



about Dow Jones averages

and profits taxes.



We talked about a lot of things.



How's your little, er, mishap?



Shaping up beautifully. Dr Calaway

wants to show it to his class.



- I'm sorry, Sabrina.

- It's very funny.



Say, Linus, while I was lying

in that hammock I got a great idea.



He thinks I'm an idiot.

How does this strike you?



Plastic champagne glasses,

just in case.




What else did Dr Calaway say?



- Stitches come out Thursday.

- Thursday?



- I'm a fast healer.

- You sure are.



So if you two

have long-range plans...



I thought she'd like to see the

Stock Exchange and our Jersey plant.



Oh, I don't think so.



Then we'll just have dinner

and go to a show.



But that's all. Come Thursday,

the first team takes over.



What's with the homburg?



I guess the undertaker

had better turn in.



You'd better crawl back

into that hole in your hammock.



- Au revoir, Sabrina.

- Good night, Linus.



He's a little on the dull side,

but you can't help liking him.



- Kiss me, David.

- I'd love to, Sabrina.






That's better.



What's the matter?

You're not worried about us? I'm not.



There'll be a big stink. Who cares?



David, I don't think

I'm going to have dinner with Linus.



- I don't want to go out with him.

- Why not?



I want to be near you.



I know how you feel.

It must be an awful bore.



But if Linus wants to take you out,

be nice about it.



It's important. He's our only ally.



Father will try

to cut off my allowance



and send me to Larrabee Copper

in Butte, Montana.



We don't want to go

to Butte, Montana, do we?



Hold me close, David.



We'll have a wonderful time, darling.



We'll build a raft and drift

across the Pacific like Kon-Tiki.



Or climb the highest mountain,

like Annapurna,



just the two of us.



Keep talking, David.



We thought pink roses for the cherubs

and white gardenias for the names.



It'll take      gardenias.

We'll float it in our pool.



- Indoor or outdoor?

- Outdoor.



We drained the indoor

to make room for presents.



Where's the provision determining



the ratio of investment

to controlling interest?



Page    paragraph six,

subdivision B.



- Father, where's the list?

- Here you are, darling.



Would you like to see

the invitation list?



-.    under trust of Illinois,    ...



The way this merger's worked out,



I have all the titles

and you have all the controls.



I always make it a point

to have controls.



It's your good luck

the kids are fond of each other.



I make it a point to be lucky, too.



Come along, Father. Linus,

you won't forget the gardenias?



Tony has a sweet idea.



He'll fly over the chapel

and throw rice from his plane.



With David the bridegroom,

maybe he'd better use wild rice.



All I can say is

David better show up at this wedding.



I have a horrible vision

of Elizabeth waiting at the altar,



and      gardenias floating

in the pool spelling "disaster".



Memo to Miss McCardle. First,

call Brunson in Larrabee Shipping.



We need      gardenias.



Tell him to start

cornering the market.



We're not having trouble with...



I can't remember

that garage girl's name.






What right has a chauffeur got

to call her that?



What would you suggest? Ethel?



You've taken her out three nights in

a row. Is that situation in hand?



I think so. It's resolving itself

into a straight export deal.



I want two accommodations

on the Liberte.



One in the name of Sabrina Fairchild.

One in my name.



What? You and that girl

going off on a boat together?



Have I spawned two idiot sons?



Who said I was going? She is going.

She'll think I am, but I'm not.



- Is that clear?

- It is not!



I'll tell Sabrina

that I'll meet her on the boat.



When the boat is ten miles out,

she'll find out I'm not on the boat.



My cabin will be empty.

Just a note of apology



and a few presents

to soften the blow.



- Excellent.

- Yes, I thought you'd like it.



Miss McCardle, I want flowers

in Miss Fairchild's cabin.



Candy, fruit

and the usual what-have-yous.



Cable Michot to get her

a car in Paris. Also an apartment.



A letter of credit on our Paris bank.



- She can draw up to      .

- Easy, now.



Transfer to Thomas Fairchild

     shares, Larrabee Common.






Make it      shares,

Larrabee Preferred.



There must be a less extravagant way



of getting a chauffeur's daughter

out of one's hair.



How would you do it? You can't even

get a little olive out of a jar.



Eat it.



Going up?



No, thank you.



- Yes?

- Miss Fairchild for you.



- Send her in.

- She's on the phone. It's on five.



Sabrina? What happened to you?

It's twenty past eight.



Good evening, Linus. I know I'm late.



I guess I should have

called you earlier.



I can't see you tonight.



I'm sorry. I just can't make it.

I tried but I'm all tied up.



No, I'm not in Long Island.

I'm in New York.



Downtown in a phone booth.

In a building.



What difference does it make

what building?



I can't see you tonight.



Alright, it's the Larrabee Building,

but I'm not coming up.



Look, Sabrina, suppose you tell me



exactly what's on your mind,

slowly and clearly?



You talk and I'll listen.



It was really David's idea

I go out with you.



He wants you to help him.



But it's not helping me.

I shouldn't have been seeing you.



I shouldn't be talking to you

on the phone.



In fact, I'm really only calling

to say goodbye.




you'll be on the boat to Paris.



In a way, I'm glad you're going.



You do know what I mean,

don't you?



Linus? Hello, Linus?



Where are you?



- Your three minutes are up.

- Hello.



It's silly. I was talking to myself.



You've wasted a dime, too. Come on.



You're not angry? I have a perfectly

good reason why I shouldn't see you.



Not here, Sabrina.



Alright, Sabrina,



what is that perfectly good reason

why you shouldn't see me?



What is it? What's bothering you?



It's me that's bothering me.



Please don't.



I'm sorry.



I know I'm not making much sense,




- Would you like a drink?

- I don't think I want a drink.



I think I do.



- Why don't you sit down?

- I can only stay a minute.



- Mind if I turn on this little one?

- If you want.



I'd hate to fix myself a martini

with creme de menthe.






I cancelled your dinner reservation.

What about the theatre tickets?



I couldn't possibly go anywhere.



They're all yours, Miss McCardle.

Good night.



You're sure you won't have even one?



- No, thanks.

- You must be hungry.



- I hadn't thought about it.

- Well, I'm starved.



I was sort of saving myself

for    tonight.



I've spoiled your evening.



No, you haven't.

We can have dinner right here.



Let's see what Miss McCardle is




Probably maraschino cherries

and stale crackers.



Tomato juice, puffed rice, sardines,



tomato juice.



That's an awful lot

of tomato juice.



Could you fix something

out of this?



I suppose so. I'm a graduate cook.

I have a diploma.



It'll take a diploma.



I wanted to be so sure

I couldn't go out with you tonight.



And here I am cooking for you.



I guess

maybe I should have worn an apron.



One apron, coming up.



Pots. Pans. Can opener. Stove.



All the comforts of home.



Miss McCardle cooked dinner here

for the board of directors.



After the first course,

there was a move to adjourn.



It was passed unanimously.



What do we start with?



I haven't decided yet.



Now, Sabrina,

let's have none of those.



- I'm so ashamed, Linus.

- You have no reason to be.



I've known you

just a few days, really.



And I've been in love with David

all my life.



I can't understand

what's the matter with me.



I went away to grow up

and I thought I had grown up.



I guess I haven't, really.



I just got myself a new hairdo,

that's all.



- Please say something.

- Like what?



I don't know.

Tell me I'm imagining things.



Tell me you never thought of taking

me on the boat to Paris with you.



Tell me to put on my coat

and go home



before I make a complete fool

of myself.



Don't let me go home.

I couldn't bear it.



This is the last time

we'll see each other.



- I'll behave. I'm alright now.

- That's good. How about dinner?



I just remembered I didn't have

any lunch today. Or any breakfast.



That may account for a lot of things.



Would you like a souffle for dessert?



Out of tomato juice?



- Out of crackers, of course.

- Not too soggy.



You'd better get out of the kitchen.



Which one is the Liberte?



- The one on the right.

- Are you sure?



- You mustn't take the wrong boat.

- I'll try not to.



You haven't forgotten

my instructions, have you?



Never an umbrella in Paris,



and under all circumstances

rain the very first day.



I haven't forgotten a word, Sabrina.



My sister has a yellow pencil.



Ma soeura un crayonjaune.



Very good. Tres bien.



Watch. One, two, three, crack.



New egg. It's all in the wrist.



There must be an egg beater







Why didn't you tell me? You do want

to take me with you, don't you?



These don't mean

what you think they mean.



I know why you didn't tell me.

You think it's wrong.



They'll say I'm too young,

there'll be a scandal,



and the market will go down.



Linus Larrabee Esquire

is taking me to Paris.



Sabrina, l... wasn't going

to take you to Paris.



I was going to send you.



- Alone?

- Yes, all alone.



But there's a ticket for you.



For an empty cabin.



- You were joining me in Paris?

- I'm afraid not.



- I think I understand.

- I'm sorry.



But why? Why did you do it, Linus?



High finance. Expansion.

Marriage. A merger.



A new plaque on the Larrabee

Building. You got in the way.



- David?

- That's right.



How inconsiderate of me.



And how inconvenient for you,



such a busy man, having to waste

so much time to get me on a boat.



I'm ashamed to say

I enjoyed every minute of it.



And I suppose, in your empty cabin,



there would have been

a farewell note,



dictated to and typed by

Miss McCardle?



- And perhaps a few flowers.

- A little more than that.



A letter of credit.

An apartment in Paris. A car.



     shares of Larrabee Preferred

for your father.



You're very generous.



We regard it

as a necessary business expense.



I'll just take one of those tickets.



I was happy in Paris.



I think you would have been, too.



Good night, Mr. Larrabee.



I'm sorry I can't stay

to do the dishes.



Good morning.



- Mr. Larrabee?

- Come in, Miss McCardle.



- Good morning.

- You're late.



I had to make my own coffee.

Worst ever.



- Sorry. I had a very bad night.

- I know exactly how you feel.



You better get that pad.

We have things to do.



I used your theatre tickets

and took my mother.



Are you ready?

Call Larrabee Shipping.



Tell them to radio our tankers

bound for Puerto Rico to turn back.



Tell Larrabee Construction

to stop work on the plant.



- We're cancelling the merger.

- We are?



I want Mr. Larrabee Senior,



Mr. Tyson and Miss Elizabeth Tyson

here in this office.



Get a large bottle

of smelling salts.



- We're calling off the wedding.

- We are?



When's your mother's birthday?

I'm sending her      gardenias.



Here's a ticket for the Liberte.



Transfer it to the name

of David Larrabee.



Get his passport out.

Make sure it's in order.



Locate David. The boat sails at noon.



I've called the house

and he isn't there.



Try Dr Calaway.

Try everywhere, but get him.



Do you want me to send those presents

to Miss Fairchild's cabin?



- No. We're sending David instead.

- Good morning.



The stitches are out.

It's as good as new.




I've been looking for you.



I've been looking for you.



- You're leaving for Paris today.

- No kidding?



With Sabrina.

She's going to be on the boat.




Does she have to be in here?



Alright, Miss McCardle.

You've got a lot of work to do.



Aren't you pleased?

What's the matter?



I saw Sabrina when she came home

last night. Found her packing.



What did she say?



- Nothing. She just kissed me.

- What's wrong with that?



I may know nothing about Dow Jones

but I know about kisses.



You could lecture on that at Vassar.



This one tasted like a goodbye kiss.



- You're just imagining things.

- No, it had a few tears in it.



It took me until this morning

to add two and two together,



Like two champagne glasses

and the plastics deal and Sabrina.



- You know what I got?

- What?



Sorry to do it

to a tired businessman.



That's alright.

Well, now we're even.



Go home and start packing.

I'll take care of Elizabeth.



I'm calling off the merger.



Miss McCardle has your passport

and ticket.



Let her know if you need money.



I want you and Sabrina to have

a good time in Paris. Goodbye.



What makes you so sure

Sabrina still wants me?



She's wanted you all her life.



Until you came along

in that silly homburg.



Straighten that silly hat and go.

You'll miss the boat.



Don't worry, I won't miss the boat.

I'm going.



Funniest thing.



Linus Larrabee, the man

who doesn't burn, scorch or melt,



throws a $  .million deal

out the window.



Are you sure

you don't want to go with her?



Why should I want to go with her?



You're in love with her.



You won't be annoyed if I cry

at the boat, will you, Sabrina?



I'll be disappointed

if you don't, Father.



I'd feel better if you'd be angry

with me for allowing this to happen.



It wasn't your fault, Father.

It was mine.



I should have believed you.



There's a front seat

and a back seat



and a window in between.



If it's any consolation,

one good thing's come out of it.



You did get over David, didn't you?



Dear David.

Yes, I did get over that. I'm cured.



Now, how to get over the cure!



It wouldn't have worked out really.



The papers would have said

how fine and democratic



for a Larrabee

to marry the chauffeur's daughter.



But would they praise

the chauffeur's daughter? No.



Democracy can be

a wickedly unfair thing.



Nobody poor

was ever called democratic



for marrying somebody rich.



Why don't we start this meeting

and sign the papers?



We're waiting for David, of course.



That boy has no sense of time,

of direction.



As a matter of fact,

he has no sense. Where is he?



We'll get to that in a minute.



Here are the smelling salts.

I got you the largest size.



Look what I bought him

for Waikiki Beach.



I hope they're loud enough.



I hope they're returnable.



I see no need for any further delay.

Suppose we get down to business?



What about David?



That's a very good question. Not yet.



Mr. Tyson, members of the board...

Are you with us, Father?






We are here to put our signatures

to the Larrabee-Tyson merger.



Much effort has gone into making

this union possible.



Long hours.

Many obstacles to overcome.



Nobody knows better than l.



However... Not yet.



However, sometimes even the most

conscientious of businessmen



can botch up a deal

for one reason or another.



Understand, I don't mean to say

that our merger has hit a snag,



or failed to gel,



or gone up in smoke,

or fallen through.



Let me put it this way, gentlemen.

It has sailed away.



I seem to have missed something.

Would you mind starting again?



Now, Miss McCardle.

Elizabeth, I hate to break the news,



but at this very moment,

your fiance, David Larrabee...



Is late, as usual.



Hello, everybody. Hello, darling.

Hello, Linus. How are you?



What are you doing here?



I heard there was a board meeting.

Where are the contracts?



- Where's Sabrina?

- Sabrina? Who's Sabrina?



- That name!

- She's on the boat, I guess.



But the boat has sailed.



- And there she goes.

- Who goes?



- Sabrina.

- Who is Sabrina?



- Why did you do it?

- Do what?



She's all alone out there.



Not according

to the afternoon papers.



It says here that Linus Larrabee,

that's you,



and Sabrina Fairchild, that's she,



have reserved adjacent deck chairs

on the Liberte, sailing today.



All columnists should be beaten

to a pulp and converted into paper.



Did you plant this?



Me? I thought it was common knowledge

about you and Sabrina.



Who is Sabrina?



Our chauffeur's daughter,

that's who. How about that?



Linus Larrabee, wizard of finance,

chairman of the board,



getting mixed up

with his chauffeur's daughter.



That's enough, David.



She went after me,

but she switched to Linus.



I guess it's because

he's got more money.



We know about those kind of girls.



Believe me, this one is no different,

just seems to be.



I said that's enough.



Maybe you got smart.

Or maybe you just got lucky,



because you're here

and she's out there.



She would have taken you for plenty.



I was just helping you

make up your mind.



You are in love with her!



What are you waiting for?



There's an elevator outside,

a police escort downstairs



and a tugboat standing by.



Get moving!



If you'll excuse me, it appears

I have a previous engagement.



That's the   th century for you.

Automobiles. Garages.



Chauffeurs. Chauffeurs' daughters!



Inasmuch as I seem to be the only

member of the Larrabee family



who is not out of his mind,



I will take it upon myself

to call this meeting back to order



as soon as David Larrabee

removes his carcass from this table.



Sit down, Father.



The olives!



Miss Fairchild?

Il y a un monsieursurle bateau



qui voudrait bien que vous lui

arrangiez son chapeau.



- Voila.

- Merci beaucoup.

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