It Happened One Night

I'd have cream for your coffee,
but I'd be buying a whole pint.

You don't have to apologise to me.
You don't know how much
I appreciate all this.

What makes you so disgustingly
cheerful this morning?

Must be the spring.
I thought maybe "believe you me"
told you some more snappy stories.

No. He apologised for last night.
Said he didn't know we were married.

Just shows you how wrong a guy can be.
- Donut?
- Thanks.

You think this whole business is silly?
Running away and all.
No. Makes too good a story.
Yes, you do.
You think I'm a fool and a spoiled brat.

Perhaps I am.
Although, I don't see how I can be.

Spoiled people are used to
having their way.

I never have. On the contrary.
I've always been told what to do and how
to do it and when and with whom.

Can you believe, this is the first time
I've ever been alone with a man?

It's a wonder I'm not panic-stricken.
You're doing all right.
Nurses, governesses, chaperones,
even bodyguards. It's been a lot of fun.

One consolation,
you can never get lonesome.

It has its moments. It's become a sort of
game, trying to outwit father's detectives.

I did once. Actually went shopping
without a bodyguard.

It was swell. I felt absolutely immoral.
It didn't last long,
they found me in a department store.

I was so mad, I ran out the back way
and jumped into the first car I saw.

Guess who was in it?
Santa Claus?
King Westley was in it.
- Is that how you met him?
- Yes.

We rode around all afternoon.
Father was frantic.

By 6:00,
he was having all the rivers dragged.

Where'd you learn to dunk,
in finishing school?

Now don't you start telling me
I shouldn't dunk.

Of course you shouldn't.
You don't know how.

Dunking is an art. Don't let it soak so long.
A dip and sock, into your mouth.

You leave it in too long,
it gets soft and falls off.