High Society
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:34:02
And unless l'm mistaken,
weren't you once married to Miss Lord?

:34:05
-Guilty on both counts.
-l remember. Two years ago.

:34:09
Elopement, headlines,
divorce, headlines...

:34:11
-...and now you're back for the wedding?
-l'm here for this jazz festival...

:34:15
...but l expect to pitch a little rice
on the side.

:34:18
Mr. Haven has become
quite famous since our divorce.

:34:20
Undoubtedly you know of his
piano concerto ""Choo Choo Mama.""

:34:25
Yes, l know it very well.
:34:26
Tell me, how did you
and Mr. Kittredge meet?

:34:29
Heaven brought them together.
:34:31
My father took me to inspect
one of his mines...

:34:34
...and Mr. Kittredge was there
to guide us.

:34:36
-How romantic.
-Yes, they met in a hole in the ground.

:34:39
We're all very friendly.
lt's the only civilized way to behave.

:34:43
Could l have a picture of the bride
between her first and second husband?

:34:47
Really, l don't-- Darling....
:34:49
ls something like this thrilling?
:34:51
May the two gentlemen
look at each other?

:34:53
You don't look as well
as the last time l saw you.

:34:56
Ready?
:34:58
You've got a lot on your mind.
But it's too late to back out, old boy.

:35:03
-They grew up together.
-Miss Lord...

:35:06
...would you look at your first husband
in this one, please?

:35:14
You don't look old enough
to marry anybody. You never did.

:35:18
Ready?
:35:20
-One more, please.
-Naturally.

:35:23
She needs trouble to mature, Kittredge.
Give her a lot of it.

:35:27
-l'm afraid she can't count on me for that.
-That's a pity. l gave her plenty.

:35:31
Ready?
:35:32
Mr. Kittredge, could you smile?
You're the groom, you know.

:35:37
-There. Thank you.
-Good.

:35:39
Miss Lord, please lift your chin.
:35:42
l thought l was sticking it out.
:35:48
Say, that's some rock you got there, Sam.
Did you mine that yourself, George?

:35:53
Father sent her a diamond necklace.
:35:55
Yes, when will l be able to get a picture
of the family united with Mr. Lord?

:35:59
-My husband loathes publicity.
-He will be here a little later, won't he?


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