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KAY: Darling!
[Look at watch.] I must go - I'm having dinner with the boss.
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KAY: Oh! The boss!
I never seem to see you anymore!
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KAY: I know - stay a minute -
[Sit on sofa, upstage from Kay.] Suddenly the world seems to be full of relatives and people you haven't seen since you were twelve -
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KAY: I know - isn't it disgusting! We're never by ourselves anymore.
BUCKLEY: Still love me?
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KAY: Um!
[Sit forward.] Kay -
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KAY: What, darling - ?
Since we told everybody - does it seem to you - as though - ? I don't know how to say it.
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KAY: Well, try -
Well - as though things have changed.
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KAY: You still love me?
Don't be silly!
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KAY: Well, then - ?
No - I mean - as though we don't belong to ourselves now, as though we hadn't any private lives any more - as though everything we did were things we're expected to do. Doesn't it seem that way?
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KAY: A little.
Do you like it?
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KAY: No - I hate it. I want to just be in our little house by ourselves.
Me, too - [Kiss] Kay - I want everything the way you want it - but -
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KAY: But what, darling?
Well - it isn't going to be a great big wedding, is it?
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KAY: No- no - just a lovely little perfect wedding with people we love - okay?
Okay... Kay?
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KAY: Uh-huh?
You promise me?
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KAY: What, darling - ?
That it won't be a big wedding?
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KAY: Of course, Buckley.
You solemnly promise me?
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KAY: Buckley, don't you trust me?
Yes, of course - only - about how many, Kay?
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KAY: Darling - I don't know - I haven't even started! Maybe - about fifty?
Fifty - that's a lot of people staring at you.
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KAY: Maybe less - maybe thirty or forty -
Kay - will you - will you do something for me?
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KAY: What, darling?
Will you say after me, "I solemnly promise there won't be more than fifty people!"
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KAY: I solemnly promise there won't be more than fifty people! [Kiss. Doorbell.] Darn doorbell!
Should you go?
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KIM: Let's see if Delilah will - I don't want to move.
Me, either -
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KAY: Buckley - I think she's right. Open it - Mom - Mom. [Start working at the string.]
MRS. BANKS: Yes
[Pull out pocket knife.] Darn string!
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KAY: I'm so excited - help me, Buckley - A tray! Oh! Isn't it stunning!
That's a beauty.
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MRS. BANKS: Write it in your bride's book right away, Kay -
KAY: Oh! I must, mustn't I?
What's a bride's book?
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MRS. BANKS: Describe it, Kay - you may get another tray.
KAY: Wood -
Doodabs carved on the handles.
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KAY: There! Number one!
And I must go, darling -
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KAY: Oh! Must you?
[To Mr. and Mrs. Banks] Don't forget, the folks are expecting you two to dinner tonight.
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MRS. BANKS: No, dear - we'll be there.
I hope you like them.
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MRS. BANKS: Of course we will.
BUCKLEY: Bye, now - [leave with Kay].
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