It Happened One Night

Where's the bus to New York?
It left about 20 minutes ago.
But that's ridiculous. I was on that bus.
I told them to wait.

I'm sorry, miss, but it's gone.
Good morning. Remember me?
I'm the fellow you slept on last night.

Seems to me,
I've already thanked you for that.

What time's the next bus?
8:00 tonight.
8:00? That's 12 hours.
Sorry, miss.
What's wrong?
Wouldn't the old meanies wait for you?

Why are you so excited?
You missed it, too.

Yeah, I missed it too.
Don't tell me you did it on my account.
I hope you haven't any idea
that what happened last night is...

Young man,
you needn't concern yourself about me.

I can take care of myself.
You're doing a pretty sloppy job of it.
Here's your ticket.

My ticket?
I found it on the seat.
Thank you.
It must have fallen out of my purse.

You'll never get away with it,
Miss Andrews.

- What are you talking about?
- You won't get away with it.

Your father will stop you before
you get halfway to New York.

You must have me confused
with someone else.

Quit kidding. It's all over the front page.
I've always been curious to know...
...what kind of a girl would marry
a front-page aviator like King Westley.

Take my advice. Grab the next bus back
to Miami. That guy's a phoney.

I didn't ask for your advice.
That's right. You didn't.