Christmas in Connecticut

I just stopped to go
into my gleaming kitchen...

:13:07 test the crumbly brown goodness
of the toasted veal cutlets in my oven.

Cook these slowly.
Come in.
- Miss Lane?
- Yes.

Thank you very much.
- Merry Christmas.
- Same to you, miss.

- Felix.
- Hello. Your breakfast.

Felix, you shouldn't.
Not in this weather.

All the way from the restaurant
with no hat or coat. You'll catch cold.

In Budapest, this was summer.

Anyway, it's just around the corner...
...and anyway, if it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't got no restaurant.

Oh, you paid that back long ago.
This is interest. I'm...
Gee, I knew it.
Such breakfast. Sardines.
You mad at your stomach, darling?
Come here and let me see.
Oh, yummy. Mushroom omelet.
Did you write up those recipes
for next month's article?

- Yes.
- What am I cooking?

Look here.
Breast of gray dove,
sauté with peaches grenadine...

:14:27 points, chicken soup
with Moselle wine, no points.

- Oh, that's wonderful.
- And you can...

- What's the matter?
- That coat! What's the meaning?

Don't worry. I'm paying for it myself.
It'll take my next six months' salary.
Nice, isn't it?
Six months' work for a coat?
All my life, I promised
myself a mink coat.

You know, Felix, it's very important
to keep promises, especially to yourself.

- Do you have to promise so expensively?
- But I needed it.

You need it? Nobody needs
a mink coat but a mink.

You don't know what a mink coat
does for a girl's morale.