I had a simply wonderful evening. I hope you enjoyed it too.
I enjoyed the last part of it.
Really? Why especially the last?
Well, Tracy, are you asking me?
Oh, you mean the swim!...[They laugh together nervously] I did swim, and so forth, didn't we? Mike -
What can I say to you? Tell me, darling.
Not anything - don't say anything. And especially not 'darling.'
Then you're going through with it, huh?
Well, I made a funny discovery. And in spite of the fact that somebody's up from the bottom, he can still be quite a heel. And even though somebody else is born to the purple, he-he can still be a very nice guy. Boy - I-I'm just repeating what you said last night.
I said a lot of things last night, it seems.
Okay, no dice. Also, no regrets about last night, huh?
Oh Tracy, you're wonderful.
You don't know what I mean! I'm asking you - tell me straight out - tell me the reason why I should have - have! No - don't.
[about Dexter's wedding gift]
It was beautiful - and sweet, Dex.
Yes, yes. She was quite a boat, the True Love, wasn't she?
She was yar alright. I wasn't, was I?
Not very. Oh, you were good at the bright work, though.
I made her shine. Where is she now?
I'm gonna sell it to Ruth Watrous.
You're gonna sell the True Love, for money?
Sure...Oh well, what's it matter? When you're through with a boat, you're through. Besides, it was only comfortable for two people. Unless you want her.
Well, I'm designing another one anyway, along more practical lines.
I thought the True Love II. What do you think?
Dexter, if you call any boat that, I promise you I'll blow you and it out of the water. I'll tell you what you can call her if you like...in fond remembrance of me, the Easy Virtue.
Shut up, Red! I can't have you thinking things like that about yourself.
Well, what am I supposed to think when I - Oh I don't know. I don't know anything any more.
That sounds very hopeful, Red. That sounds just fine.
[reading George's letter to Dexter, Mike, and Liz]
My dear Tracy: I want you to know that you will always be my friend, but your conduct last night was so shocking to my ideals of womanhood...that my attitude toward you and the prospect of a happy and useful life together has been changed materially. Your breach of common decency...
[George enters, criticising her for reading his letter out loud]
It's only a letter from a friend. They're my friends too. [continues to read] ...certainly entitles me to a full explanation before going through with our proposed marriage. In the light of day, I am sure that you will agree with me. Otherwise, with profound regrets and all best wishes, yours very sincerely...Yes, George, I quite agree with you - in the light of day and the dark of night, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health - and thank you so very much for your good wishes at this time...I wish for your sake, as well as mine, I had an explanation, but unfortunately I've none. You'd better just say, 'Good riddance,' George.
On the very eve of your wedding, an affair with another man.
Kittredge, it may interest you to know that the so-called 'affair' consisted of exactly two kisses and a rather late swim...All of which I thoroughly enjoyed, and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything... After which I deposited Tracy on her bed in her room, and promptly returned down here to you two - which doubtless you'll remember.
Why? Was I so unattractive, so distant, so forbidding, or something - that - ?
Well, this is fine talk, too.
You were extremely attractive, and as for distant and forbidding, on the contrary. But you also were a little the worse - or the better - for wine, and there are rules about that.
Thank you, Mike. I think men are wonderful.
We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.
A man expects his wife to ...
...behave herself, naturally.
To behave herself naturally.
If it hadn't been for that drink last night, all this might not have happened.
Apparently nothing did. What made you think it had?
Well, it didn't take much imagination!
Not much, perhaps, but just of a certain kind.
It seems you didn't think anything too well of yourself.
That's the odd thing, George. Somehow I would have hoped that you'd think better of me than I did.
I'm not going to quibble, Tracy. All the evidence was there!
And I was guilty. Straight off. That is, until I was proved innocent.
Let's let bygones be bygones. What do ya say?
Yes, and goodbye George...You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good...And I'd make you most unhappy, most - That is, I'd do my best to.
