Why are you looking at me that way?

All night I’ve had a terrible impulse to do something.

Never resist an impulse, Sabrina, especially if it’s terrible.

I’m going to do it. There.

What’s that for?

You can’t go walking up the Champs Elysees looking like a tourist undertaker!
And another thing, never a briefcase in Paris and never an umbrella.
There’s a law.

How will I get along in Paris without someone like you?

 Who’ll be there to help me with my French,

 to turn down the brim of my hat?

Suppose you meet someone on the boat, the first day?
A perfect stranger.

I have a better suppose, Sabrina.

 Suppose I were ten years younger and

you weren’t in love with David.

Suppose I asked you to…

I suppose I’m just talking nonsense.

I suppose so.

Suppose you sing that song again. Slowly.