Marilyn Monroe In " Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" - " If You've Nothing More To Say, Pray, Scat"

I only know I want to be wonderful. Here, $2.20, your negatives, and positive prints. And may I say, in the immortal words of my countrymen, oh, la, la. Thank you, Aliso. Au plaisir, mademoiselle Lorraine. Hi, there. Remember me? Why, yes. You're one of the Olympic athletes, aren't you? One of them? Sister, I'm the only four-letter man on the team. I should think you'd be ashamed to admit it. What? No, no, don't say another word. My word, by George, I must say, this is the most contemptible bit of impudence I've ever encountered. The idea of photographing innocent people through a porthole. Why, it's absolute invasion of privacy. Just imagine some newspaper getting a hold of it. Lady Beaton would never believe you were just being a snake. I think I'd better sit down a moment. Are you sure, my dear, there's no more of these things about? Positive, Piggy. Do you feel better? You little angel. You don't even know that there is a certain kind of girl that would take advantage of a thing like this. She'd have to be a pretty terrible girl to be mean to a sweet, intelligent, generous man like you, Piggy. My dear, my dear. You must let me do something for you to show my gratitude. Oh, thank you ever so. May I, may I kiss your hand? I always say a kiss on the hand might feel very good, but a diamond tiara lasts forever. A diamond tiara? Yes, Lady Beakman's. I'd just love to have it. Good gracious. What's the matter? Oh, nothing, nothing, nothing, but wouldn't you rather have some furs or a racehorse or a motorboat? No, thank you. Well, it'd be very difficult for me to explain to Lady Beakman that I'd given away her jewels. You're so clever, Piggy. You could if you put your mind to it. Do you really think so? Of course I do. And besides, it's only fair I should have her tiara, because after all, she has you. My dear, my dear, my very dear. Let's get it right now. Anything you say, my dear, anything you say. Keep an eye on the door. Oui, monsieur. All right, Pierre, take this thing back to my cabin. I'm going to stay here. Here's the microphone and a dividend. Merci, monsieur. And leave the door open, Pierre. Oui, monsieur. Lorelei, they're coming for our... How did you get in here? Came in through that door. I've been waiting... Still snooping around, huh? That's right. But it has nothing to do with you. I'm being paid to watch that blonde bandit. I'd sure hate to have your job. Maybe you're right. Checking up on people is messy work sometimes, but only when those people are doing things that... Doing things like pretending to make love to a girl while you spy on her friends? That part of it is not true, and I waited here to tell you so. I wouldn't believe anything you said if you had it tattooed on your forehead. Now, wait a minute. Listen to me. Go away, Sherlock. You're a wrong guy. I'm not wrong about you, and you're gonna listen to me. You're only making things worse. All right, don't listen. But whether you listen or not, I'm gonna tell you... Come on in, honey. You can hear better in here. Oh. Am I intruding or is he leaving, one hopes? I'm leaving. But, Miss Lee, before I go, I'm gonna tell you this. Because once in a while, even a mercenary nitwit like you has a decent impulse. Don't let your friend here get mixed up in any of your schemes, because I'm gonna rub your nose in them. And I don't want this character to get hurt on the way. If you've nothing more to say, pray, skat. That's about all. Except for telling you I had money, which I haven't. Everything else I said to you, I meant. And it wasn't part of my job either. Think about it. Why did you just stand there and let him kiss you? You want to hear something crazy? I think I'm falling in love with that slob. Oh, you just feel that way because he's poor. I hope so. Come on, let's change. We dock in an hour.