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Sabrina |
| Year |
1954 |
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Thomas Fairchild:
He's still David Larrabee, and you're still the chauffeur's daughter. And you're still reaching for the moon.
Sabrina Fairchild:
No, father. The moon is reaching for me.
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Sabrina Fairchild:
[narrating] Once upon a time, on the north shore of Long Island, some 30 miles from New York, there lived a small girl on a large estate. The estate was very large indeed and had many servants. There were gardeners to take care of the gardens, and a tree surgeon on a retainer. There was a boatman to take care of the boats: to put them in the water in the spring, and scrape their bottoms in the winter. There were specialists to take care of the grounds: the outdoor tennis court and the indoor tennis court, the outdoor swimming pool and the indoor swimming pool. And there was a man of no particular title who took care of a small pool in the garden for a goldfish named George. Also on the estate, there was a chauffeur by the name of Fairchild, who had been imported from England, years ago, together with a new Rolls Royce. Fairchild was a fine chauffeur of considerable polish, like the eight cars in his care, and he had a daughter by the name of Sabrina. It was the eve of the annual six meter yacht races, and as had been tradition on Long Island for the past 30 years, the Larrabees were giving a party. It never rained on the night of the Larrabee party, the Larrabees wouldn't have stood for it. There were four Larrabees in all: father, mother and two sons. Maude and Oliver Larrabee were married in nineteen hundred and six and among their many wedding presents was a townhouse in New York and this estate for weekends. The town house has since been converted into Saks Fifth Avenue. Linus Larrabee, the elder son, graduated from Yale, where his classmates voted him the man Most Likely to Leave his Alma Mater Fifty Million Dollars. His brother, David, went through several of the best eastern colleges for short periods of time, and through several marriages for even shorter periods of time. He is now a successful six-goal polo player, and is listed on Linus's tax return as a six hundred dollar deduction. Life was pleasant among the Larrabees, for this was as close to heaven as one could get on Long Island.
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Baron St. Fontanel:
A woman happily in love, she burns the souffle. A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven.
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The Professor:
Bonjour, mesdames et monsiuers. Yesterday we have learned the correct way how to boil water. Today we will learn the correct way how to crack an egg. Voila! An egg. Now, an egg is not a stone; it is not made of wood, it is a living thing. It has a heart. So when we crack it, we must not torment it. We must be merciful and execute it quickly, like with the guillotine.
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David Larrabee:
You don't live here!
Sabrina:
Yes, I do.
David Larrabee:
I live here!
Sabrina:
Hi, neighbor.
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Linus Larrabee:
Look at me. Joe College, with a touch of arthritis.
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Sabrina Fairchild:
Kiss me, David.
David Larrabee:
Love to, Sabrina.
[kisses her]
Sabrina Fairchild:
Again. That's better.
David Larrabee:
What's the matter, dear? You're not worried about us, are you? Because I'm not. So there'll be a big stink in the family. So who cares?
Sabrina Fairchild:
David... I don't want to see Linus again. I don't want to go out with him.
David Larrabee:
Why not, darling?
Sabrina Fairchild:
I want to be near you.
David Larrabee:
Oh, I know how you feel Sabrina, it must be an awful bore. But if Linus wants to take you out, let's be nice about it. It's very important. He's our only ally. See, father will want to send me to Larrabee Copper in Butte, Montana, and we don't want to go Butte Montana, do we?
Sabrina Fairchild:
Hold me close, David.
David Larrabee:
We'll have a wonderful time, darling. We'll build a raft and sail on the Pacific Ocean, like Kon Tiki. Or climb the highest mountain like Annapurna.
Sabrina Fairchild:
Keep talking, David. Keep talking.
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Thomas Fairchild:
Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing Sabrina. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying somebody rich.
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Thomas Fairchild:
I like to think of life as a limousine... though we are all riding together we must remember our places, there is a front seat and a back seat and a window in between.
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Linus Larrabee:
After all, this is the 20th century, Father.
Oliver Larrabee:
Twentieth century? Why, I could pick a century out of a hat, blindfolded, and come up with a better one.
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Linus Larrabee:
I wish I were dead with my back broken.
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David Larrabee:
I've been trying to write her a poem, but I can't seem to finish it. What rhymes with "glass"?
Linus Larrabee:
Glass... Glass...
[snaps fingers]
Linus Larrabee:
"Alas."
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Oliver Larrabee:
There must be a less expensive way of getting a chauffeur's daughter out of one's hair.
Linus Larrabee:
How would you do it? You can't even get a little olive out of a jar!
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David Larrabee:
I thought you two had eloped! I wouldn't mind, but not in my car.
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David Larrabee:
Morning, Linus. Where are you off to?
Linus Larrabee:
The office. Where do you think?
David Larrabee:
The office? On Sunday?
Linus Larrabee:
Today is Wednesday.
David Larrabee:
Wednesday?
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Oliver Larrabee:
All columnists should be beaten to a pulp and converted back into paper!
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Thomas Fairchild:
[reading a letter from Sabrina] ... I decided to be sensible the other day and tore up David's picture. Could you please airmail me some Scotch tape?
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Thomas Fairchild:
[reading aloud a letter from Sabrina] He came to the cooking school to take a refresher course in souffles and liked me so much he decided to stay on for the fish.
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David Larrabee:
It's all beginning to make sense. Mr.Tyson owns the sugarcane. You own the formula for the plastics. And I'm supposed to be offered up as a human sacrifice on the altar of the industrial progress. Is that it?
Linus Larrabee:
You make it sound so vulgar, David, as if the son of hot dog dynasty were being offered in marriage to the daughter of the mustard king. Surely, surely you don't object to Elizabeth Tyson just because her father happens to have twenty million dollars? That's very narrow minded of you, David.
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David Larrabee:
There's just one thing you overlooked. I haven't proposed and she hasn't accepted.
Linus Larrabee:
Oh don't worry. I proposed and Mr.Tyson accepted.
David Larrabee:
Did you kiss him?
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David Larrabee:
What have I done now, father?
Oliver Larrabee:
I'm not saying that all Larrabees have been saints. Thomas Larrabee was hung for piracy. There was Benjamin Larrabee who was a slave trader. And there was my great-great uncle Joshua Larrabee who was shot while attempting to rob a train. But there was never a Larrabee who has behaved as you, David Larrabee, have behaved tonight!
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Sabrina Fairchild:
Maybe you should go to Paris, Linus. It helped me. Have you ever been there?
Linus Larrabee:
[thinks] Oh yes. Once. For thirty-five minutes.
Sabrina Fairchild:
Thirty-five *minutes*?
Linus Larrabee:
Changing planes. I was on my way to Iraq on an oil deal.
Sabrina Fairchild:
Oh, but Paris isn't for changing planes, it's for changing your outlook! For throwing open the windows and letting in... letting in la vie en rose.
Linus Larrabee:
[sadly] Paris is for lovers. Maybe that's why I stayed only thirty-five minutes.
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Linus Larrabee:
[slow dancing with Sabrina] How do you say in French my sister has a yellow pencil?
Sabrina Fairchild:
Ma soeur a un crayon jaune.
Linus Larrabee:
How do you say my brother has a lovely girl?
Sabrina Fairchild:
Mon frere a une gentille petite amie.
Linus Larrabee:
And how do you say I wish I were my brother?
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Sabrina Fairchild:
[to Linus, after adjusting his hat] You can't go walking up the Champs Elyses looking like a tourist undertaker! And another thing, never a briefcase in Paris and never an umbrella. There's a law.
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David Larrabee:
What makes you so sure Sabrina still wants me?
Linus Larrabee:
Of course she wants you. She's wanted you all her life!
David Larrabee:
Until you came along in that silly homburg.
Linus Larrabee:
Why don't you straighten that silly straw hat and on your way. You'll miss the boat.
David Larrabee:
Don't worry. I won't miss the boat.
[starts walking towards the door]
David Larrabee:
Funniest thing. Linus Larrabee, the man who doesn't burn, doesn't scorch, doesn't melt... suddenly throws a twenty million dollar deal out the window.
[stops at the door]
David Larrabee:
Are you sure *you* don't want to go with her?
Linus Larrabee:
Why should I want to go with her?
David Larrabee:
Because you're in love with her.
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[Linus has decided to cancel the wedding and the merger]
Linus Larrabee:
When's your mother's birthday?
Miss McCardle:
Why?
Linus Larrabee:
I'm sending her two thousand gardenias.
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Sabrina Fairchild:
I might as well be reaching for the moon.
Baron St. Fontanel:
Oh, you young people are so old fashioned. Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon!
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Linus Larrabee:
Listen, I work in the real world with real responsibilities.
Sabrina:
I know you work in the real world and you're very good at it. But that's work. Where do you live, Linus?
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Linus Larrabee:
It really is a beautiful name. How did you get it?
Sabrina:
My father's reading of course.
Linus Larrabee:
Oh?
Sabrina:
"Sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting, under the glassy, cool, transluscent wave, in twisted braids of lilies knitting, the loose train of thy amber dropping hair."
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Linus Larrabee:
So your little poem, what does it mean?
Sabrina:
It's the story of a water sprite that saves a virgin from a fate worse than death.
Linus Larrabee:
And Sabrina's the virgin.
Sabrina:
Sabrina's the savior.
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Sabrina:
You probably don't believe in marriage.
Linus Larrabee:
Yes, I do. That's why I never got married. David, however, believes in the tooth fairy.
Sabrina:
That's why I like him.
Linus Larrabee:
Well, I like him too. As a matter of fact, I love him. I just don't know what to do with him.
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Louis:
[Louis and Sabrina are kissing] I'm in Paris but you are somewhere else.
Sabrina:
I'm sorry, Louis... I shouldn't have done this.
Louis:
I would like to help. But what you have to fix, you won't fix it in bed. You have to fix it *here*.
[pointing to her head]
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Linus Larrabee:
David, sit down.
David Larrabee:
I can't talk right now, I have to be somewhere.
Linus Larrabee:
Just sit down!
David Larrabee:
[David sits and there is the sound of glass crunching] Owwwaaahhh! I sat on the glasses!
Maude Larrabee:
What? Who put glasses on the chair?
David Larrabee:
I'm bleeding! Could we talk about this later, please?
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Sabrina:
More isn't always better, Linus. Sometimes it's just more.
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David Larrabee:
You guys work Sundays now?
Linus Larrabee:
It's Wednesday, David.
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Linus Larrabee:
Go ahead, say it.
Fairchild:
You don't deserve her.
Linus Larrabee:
I don't, I know that; but I need her, and I don't need anything.
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Linus Larrabee:
And I want tickets to whatever Broadway show nobody can get tickets to.
Mack:
The most difficult tickets to get will be for a Broadway musical.
Linus Larrabee:
So?
Mack:
That means that the performers will periodically dance about and burst into song.
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Linus Larrabee:
Well I just don't feel like buying any more networks this year. There's never anything good on.
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Linus Larrabee:
I've been following in footsteps all my life. Save me, Sabrina fair, you're the only one who can.
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Linus Larrabee:
I think you know I love you. And you promised if there was anything you could ever do...
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Linus Larrabee:
I pay for your life, David. My life makes your life possible.
David Larrabee:
I resent that...
Linus Larrabee:
So do I!
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Sabrina:
I never thought of you as a dancer.
Linus Larrabee:
I'm crazy about it. They call me Bojangles at the office.
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Sabrina:
They say you think morals are pictures on walls and scruples is money in Russia.
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Airline attendant:
First time on the concorde, Mr. Larrabee?
Linus Larrabee:
Yes.
Airline attendant:
But not your first time in Paris?
Linus Larrabee:
It is my first everything.
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Sabrina:
It never rained on the night of a Larrabee party, the Larrabees wouldn't have stood for it.
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Sabrina:
They say you're the world's only living heart donor.
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Linus Larrabee:
So, what do they say about me?
Sabrina:
That you're the world's only living heart donor.
Linus Larrabee:
I heard that.
Sabrina:
That you think morals are wall paintings and scruples are a Russian currency.
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Sabrina:
Paris is always a good idea.
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David Larrabee:
She's a real woman, not a, you know.
Linus Larrabee:
Transvestite?
David Larrabee:
She's not a bimbo.
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Mack:
We were up to our elbows in your underwear drawer. It was like touching the Shroud of Turin.
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Sabrina:
You know, I've been to every party you've ever had. Right there, in that tree, like a bat. Now, here we are... dancing in front of God and everyone.
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David Larrabee:
Sabrina?
Linus Larrabee:
Why does he keep saying that?
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Sabrina:
What was Linus like as a boy?
Fairchild:
Shorter.
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[last lines]
Sabrina:
Once upon a time, on the north shore of Long Island, not far from New York, there was a very, very large mansion, almost a castle. And on this very large estate lived a small girl. And life was pleasant there and very, very simple. But, then one day, the girl grew up and went beyond the walls of the grounds and found the world.
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[first lines]
Sabrina:
Once upon a time, on the north shore of Long Island, not far from New York, there was a very very large mansion, almost a castle, where there lived a family by the name of Larrabee. There were servants inside the mansion, and servants outside the mansion; boatmen to tend the boats, and six crews of gardeners: two for the solarium, the rest for the grounds, and a tree surgeon on retainer. There were specialists for the indoor tennis courts, and the outdoor tennis courts, the outdoor swimming pool, and the indoor swimming pool. And over the garage there lived a chauffeur by the name of Fairchild, imported from England years ago, together with a Rolls Royce; and a daughter, named Sabrina.
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David Larrabee:
Great hat, mother.
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Sabrina:
Didn't you once say everything is business?
Linus Larrabee:
No, but it sounds like me.
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Maude Larrabee:
I feel terrible.
Linus Larrabee:
Take a pill.
Maude Larrabee:
Watch it. I'm still your mother.
Linus Larrabee:
And you taught me everything I know.
Maude Larrabee:
I didn't teach you this.
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Fairchild:
You've been there for two weeks. I doubt every single person in Paris thinks you're an idiot.
Sabrina:
Only because I haven't met them all.
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Linus Larrabee:
Here? Lousy. So far, I'm more affected than she is. I damn near cried twice.
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David Larrabee:
Did the dry cleaners have your car?
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Sabrina:
I thought it was all a lie.
Linus Larrabee:
It was. It was a lie... but then it was a dream.
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David Larrabee:
You know, of all the girls I've known... and I've known some - isn't that a song? - you're the only girl I danced with only once.
Sabrina:
Twice.
David Larrabee:
What? How could I have forgotten? Was it the champagne?
Sabrina:
I was eight, and you were taking dancing lessons. I was homework.
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Mrs. Ingrid Tyson:
Fabulous party, Maude! I'm so sorry Elizabeth wasn't able to make it.
Maude Larrabee:
So am I.
[chagrined]
Maude Larrabee:
She gave me a dog.
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Maude Larrabee:
Did Elizabeth pick out her dress yet?
Mrs. Ingrid Tyson:
We're still working on the guest list. Six hundred so far, and that's just on our side!
Patrick Tyson:
That's not a wedding, it's a town.
Mrs. Ingrid Tyson:
Stop, it's going to be wonderful! Elegant but simple, lavish but tasteful...
Patrick Tyson:
Cheap but expensive.
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Elizabeth Tyson, MD:
Why don't you marry me?
David Larrabee:
Uh... ok, why don't I?
Elizabeth Tyson, MD:
Don't joke about stuff like that.
David Larrabee:
Ok... why don't I?
Elizabeth Tyson, MD:
You sure you know what it is?
David Larrabee:
Yeah! That thing where you hang together a lot, and sleep in the same bed, and button each other's hard to reach buttons...
Elizabeth Tyson, MD:
Then I accept.
David Larrabee:
You do? Why?
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Mrs. Ingrid Tyson:
Here are the wedding invitations. We thought we'd use recycled paper.
Maude Larrabee:
Why does it always look dirty?
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[Sabrina and David are dancing]
Maude Larrabee:
They grew up together. She's like a sister to him, Patrick.
Patrick Tyson:
I have a sister. That's not how we dance.
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Linus Larrabee:
[David is indisposed so Linus meets up with Sabrina instead and romances her] Oh, I almost forgot.
[he kisses her]
Linus Larrabee:
The rest of the message from David.
Linus Larrabee:
[Sabrina slaps him] Thanks, I needed that.
Sabrina:
What am I doing? I never should have... I'm...
Linus Larrabee:
No, it's -...
Sabrina:
No, I mean - -you have my handprint on your face.
Linus Larrabee:
I think it would be better if you pick up your messages in person. You'll see David tomorrow.
[he leaves]
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