:48:01
-Well, here we go.
-Go? Go where?
:48:04
-Swimming. lsn't that why we're here?
-l suppose it is. Wait a minute.
:48:08
-Come on.
-Hold it.
:48:26
-Drink?
-No, thank you.
:48:27
-You drink too much.
-l do too much of everything. l'm spoiled.
:48:31
Too many sisters.
They all seem to be my size too.
:48:34
Yes. l like them your size.
:48:36
-To brotherly love!
-Thank you, Mr. Beragon.
:48:39
Monte Beragon.
That's a very unusual name. Spanish?
:48:42
Mostly. Maybe a little
ltalian thrown in.
:48:45
But my mother is
a real dyed-in-the-wool Yankee.
:48:47
That's why l'm such a self-controlled
and dignified young fellow.
:48:51
And just what do you do?
:48:53
l loaf in a decorative
and highly charming manner.
:48:57
-ls that all?
-With me, loafing is a science.
:49:03
-You're very beautiful like that.
-l bet you say that to all your sisters.
:49:08
-Shall l tell your fortune?
-Can you?
:49:10
We Beragons come from
a long line of teacup readers.
:49:15
l'm not very impressionable. l lost
my awe of women at an early age.
:49:19
But ever since you came here, l thought
of what l'd say when we met again.
:49:25
Now l can't say anything.
:49:28
-You take my breath away.
-Do l?
:49:32
l like you, Monte. You make me feel--
:49:36
-l don't know, warm.
-And wanted? Beautiful?
:49:41
Yes.
:49:43
When l'm close to you, there's a sound
in the air like the beating of wings.
:49:47
-You know what it is?
-No. What?
:49:50
My heart. Beating like a schoolboy's.
:49:54
ls it? l thought it was mine.