Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

-Mr. Esmond. Pray, come in.
-Thank you, l'd love to.

-Hi, Gus.
-Good evening.

-You were wonderful. Magnificent!
-Thank you.

-You were good too.
-Gee, that makes me all warm inside.

-Mr. Esmond!
-ls it the right size?

lt can never be too big.
Do you think it's too small, Dorothy?

-lt should have a highball around it.
-Does it fit your finger?

Yes, it fits perfect.
Daddy, l'll bet you made me
the happiest girl in the world.

What do you do,
put Novocaine on your lipstick?

Daddy? Daddy?
May l tell Dorothy?

lf you wish.
Dorothy, Mr. Esmond and l
are getting married.

-To each other?
-Of course. Who else to?

l always figured Lorelei would end up
with the Secretary of the Treasury.

-We're sailing on the Isle de Paris.
-''Ile'' de Paris.

-We're getting married in Europe.
-Why not get married here, then go?

-Or is that old-fashioned?
-We've made our plans.

Come in.
A long distance call for you
from Dayton, Ohio.

Thank you, l'll be right there.
Must be Father.

l hope nothing's happened.
l'll meet you at my table, dear.

Father! Never misses, Gus' old man.
Right on cue. Too bad, honey.

Nothing's going wrong this time.
The old boy won't let you
commit matrimony with his son.

He'd rather shove him
down an elevator shaft.

Dorothy, l'm sailing on Saturday,
with or without Mr. Esmond.

And l'm not coming back
until he comes and gets me.

When we're in France, where
his father can't call twice a day....