High Society
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:33:00
Suppose some other dame
comes along in the meantime?

:33:03
l'd scratch her eyes out. Unless she
were marrying someone else the next day.

:33:10
You're quite a gal, Liz.
:33:12
Oh, l don't know.
l take nice pictures, though.

:33:15
-Night.
-Night.

:33:21
-Oh, it's you, Mr. Haven.
-Hey, Mac.

:33:23
There's so much loot for the wedding,
l keep checking.

:33:26
l won't take anything. l'm not
getting married this time, you know.

:33:30
-l wish it were, sir. Good night.
-Good night.

:33:42
-That you, Haven?
-Oh, yeah.

:33:44
-What are you doing here?
-l just brought Liz home. Why?

:33:49
l still haven't found Tracy.
:33:51
Well, she's asleep, l should say.
She's getting married tomorrow.

:33:56
Don't be funny. l telephoned her.
Her phone didn't answer.

:34:00
When we were married, that phone would
always ring and she'd never bat an eye.

:34:05
She's a very remarkable girl.
l recall--

:34:08
l prefer not to discuss Tracy
with you, if you don't mind.

:34:13
You've got a very big day tomorrow.
Let me walk you to the gatehouse.

:34:18
-That sounds like Tracy.
-No, that's the night watchman.

:34:21
-lt's a woman's voice.
-Well, he's a lyric tenor, you see.

:34:29
That's right.
:34:31
-George, honestly, l think you should go.
-Beautiful.

:34:35
Okay, but you're never gonna understand.
:34:40
That's nice. That's nice.
:34:50
You can sing for me anytime, Tracy.
:34:53
-Take me upstairs, Mike.
-Tracy!

:34:55
Oh, hello, Georgie Porgie.

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