matter.
Oh, no, I'm supposed to--
I've got to-- We're not--
-Oh, no, this is our dance.
-Oh, is it?
-Miss Burke.
-We meet again, Mister...?
It still doesn't matter.
Won't you tell me?
-Tell you what?
-Your name.
-Why don't you ask Mr. Billings.
-I will, if I can find him.
But you seem to stand in
with the whistle.
Oh, yes, when I was a little boy,
I used to love to whistle...
...and a whistle never forgets.
-Aren't you getting bored?
-No. Are you?
-I'm afraid not.
-Tired?
-Are you?
-No, but I'd much rather just talk.
-Would you mind?
-No.
Don't you love the lights of New York?
For me, they're more beautiful
than any landscape.
-More beautiful than the mountains?
-Yes, I think so.
-Are you too cold out here?
-No, indeed. I'm enjoying it.
That is, I....
I mean, the electric signs fascinate me.
"Wrigley's Chewing Gum, Fleischmann's
Yeast, Ziegfeld's Follies."
-Do you know Ziegfeld?
-No, I don't want to.
-I understand he's a horrible person.
-Horrible?
Yes, they say he's a terrible lady's man.
Well, I suppose that's forgivable.
He's surrounded by so many
beautiful women.
Yes, yes.
Strange you've never met him.
I don't want to. I love his shows.
They're so beautiful and in such good taste.
It would disappoint me to meet him...
...and find him to be a fat, pudgy man
with a big stomach.
He's not fat
and not really so pudgy.
-No? You know him?
-Oh, yes.
Yes. He would like you.
-How do you know?
-Didn't you just say he had good taste?
Well, you're sort of a lady's man yourself,
aren't you?
I think with you as the lady,
I could make Ziegfeld look like an amateur.
-You haven't told me your name yet.
-If you don't mind, Mr. Ziegfeld...
...Miss Burke, with the permission
of her producer...
...came here with me tonight.
And if you've no objection,
I'd like to have one dance.
Mr. Ziegfeld? Well, you were right.
He isn't pudgy.
-Shall we go in?
-Yes!
-Don't I get one more dance?
-I'm afraid not.
I imagine it's Mr. Frohman
you're really afraid of, isn't it?
-Oh, I'm....
-Perhaps.
He doesn't want you to appear
too much socially.
Frankly, no, he doesn't.
And you don't like me
very well anyway, do you?
-Frankly, no, I don't.
-No. She doesn't!
You put him in his place, all right.
What would Gen. Grant think
if he knew we were using...
...the very shadow of his tomb
as our meeting place?
Well, I never knew the general personally,
but I have an idea he'd approve.
I don't know. Nobody else seems to.
At least, Mr. Frohman doesn't.
And why not?
Why can't we meet where we like?
Go where we want?
Just because he has you
under contract...
...is no reason he should
dictate your personal life.
-I'm here.
-Yes, and so am I.
But it must seem like
kindergarten to you.
Why?
The great Mr. Ziegfeld,
producer of the Follies...
...surrounded by hundreds
of beautiful women...
...sitting on a bench, holding hands...
...watching the riverboats
go back and forth.
-Doesn't sound a bit like you, does it?
-No, it doesn't.
But here I am, sitting on a bench...
...holding hands and watching
the riverboats go back and forth.
And regretting all the years
I haven't known you.
Didn't Anna Held take up a few
of those years?
Yes, Billie, she did.
She was truly a wonderful woman.
I love you for saying that.
Look, there's another ferryboat going
across to the Palisades.
Will you keep your eyes on it
while I tell you something?
Must I look at a ferryboat
to listen to you?
Yes, or I won't be able to tell you.
You mean the great lady's man
is bashful?
Strange as it may seem,
in your presence, he is.
All right, I'm looking.
I love you, Billie.
The ferryboat.
I haven't anything to offer you, because
there's nothing you really seem to need.
You've made the most of yourself
unassisted, and that's grand.
Ferryboat.
You're a great star already,
so there's little I can offer you.
Nothing I can give you,
except my love.
That isn't enough.
I'd