1:19:00
Mr Benson...
1:19:03
Rick.
1:19:06
Gabby, maybe, but I'm not...
1:19:10
Well, I'm not that kind of a girl.
1:19:18
Oh, I can't stand girls
who say things like that.
1:19:27
Oh, dear...
1:19:29
I guess maybe
we are that kind of a girl.
1:19:42
Exterior. Eiffel Tower. Night.
1:19:45
Rick and Gabby have been driving
and driving and driving.
1:19:49
Through all that
marvellous traffic.
1:19:55
The tower is ablaze.
1:19:57
Richard, how can I type
if you're going to...?
1:20:00
Alright, alright...
1:20:02
The tower is ablaze
1:20:04
and chauffeur-driven limousines
are pulling up.
1:20:06
Miss Simpson, how can I dictate
if you're going to...? Hmm...
1:20:18
Trust me, darling.
1:20:21
I do. Here we go.
1:20:28
And now, darling, Rick and Gabby
make their way to the elevator
1:20:32
which will carry them and us
to the inevitable party scene,
1:20:36
so dear to the hearts
of movie directors everywhere.
1:20:40
It's summer time
and the vita is dolce.
1:20:42
Breakfast is at Tiffany's
and everybody is high.