- Aunt Alicia: Love, my dear Gigi, is a thing of beauty like a work of art, and like a work of art it is created by artists. The greater the artist the greater the art. And what makes an artist?
- Gigi: Cigars and jewelry?
- Aunt Alicia: Gigi, you're from another planet.
- [last lines]
- [after a long while, Gaston returns to Madame Alvarez's apartment]
- Gaston Lachaille: May I come in?
- [Gigi shrinks into a corner, hoping to be spared]
- Madame Alvarez: Please, Gaston... no papers... no scandal.
- Gaston Lachaille: Madame, will you do me the honour, the favour... give me the infinite joy of bestowing on me... Gigi's hand in marriage?
- [Gigi, filled with relief and joy, draws to Gaston's side]
- Madame Alvarez: [smiles] Thank Heaven!
- ["Thank Heaven for Little Girls" plays again]
- Gigi: I don't know what you want. You told Grandmamma...
- Gaston Lachaille: I know what I told your grandmother. We don't have to repeat it. Just tell me simply what you don't want... and tell me what you do want.
- Gigi: Do you mean that?
- Gaston Lachaille: Of course.
- Gigi: You told Grandmamma that you wanted to take care of me.
- Gaston Lachaille: To take care of you beautifully.
- Gigi: Beautifully. That is, if I like it. They've pounded into my head I'm backward for my age... but I know what all this means. To "take care of me beautifully" means I shall go away with you... and that I shall sleep in your bed.
- Gaston Lachaille: Please, Gigi, I beg of you! You embarrass me!
- Gigi: You weren't embarrassed to talk to Grandmamma about it. And Grandmamma wasn't embarrassed to talk to me about it. But I know more than she told me. To "take care of me" means that I shall have my photograph in the papers. That I shall go to the Riviera, to the races at Deauville. And when we fight, it will be in all the columns the next day. And then you'd give me up, as you did with Inèz des Cèvennes.
- Gaston Lachaille: Who's been filling your head with all these old stories? How do you know about that?
- Gigi: Why shouldn't I know? You're world famous. I know about the woman who stole from you, the Contessa who wanted to shoot you, the American who wanted to marry you. I know what everybody knows.
- Gaston Lachaille: These aren't the things we have to talk about together! That's all in the past, over and done with!
- Gigi: Yes, Gaston. Until it begins again.
- Aunt Alicia: Marriage is not forbidden to us, but instead of getting married at once, it sometimes happens we get married at last.
- Honore Lachaille: I'll tell you about that blue villa, Mamita. I was so much in love with you, I wanted to marry you. Yes, it's true. I was beginning to think of marriage. Imagine, marriage, ME! Oh, no! I was really desperate! I had to do something. And what I did was the soprano!
- Madame Alvarez: Thank you, Honore. That was the most charming and endearing excuse for infidelity I've ever heard.
- Aunt Alicia: Did you work hard in school today? What did you study?
- Gigi: History. Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo.
- Aunt Alicia: How depressing. What else?
- Gigi: English.
- Aunt Alicia: English? I suppose we must. They refuse to learn French.
- [singing]
- Honore Lachaille: Each time I see a little girl / of five or six or seven / I can't resist a joyous urge / to smile and say... / Thank Heaven for little girls / For little girls get bigger every day / Thank Heaven for little girls / They grow up in the most delightful way. / Those little eyes, / so helpless and appealing / when they were flashing / send you crashing through the ceiling / Thank Heaven for little girls / Thank Heaven for them all / No matter where, no matter who / Without them, what would little boys do? / Thank Heaven, thank Heaven / Thank Heaven for little girls...
- Madame Alvarez: How was Monte Carlo?
- Gaston Lachaille: It was a bore!
- Madame Alvarez: One has to be as rich as you are, Gaston, to be bored at Monte Carlo.
- Gaston Lachaille: [singing] Oh Gigi! While you were trembling on the brink was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star? / Oh Gigi! Have I been standing up too close or back too far? / When did your sparkle turn to fire, / And your warmth become desire? / Oh what miracle has made you the way you are? Gigi! Gigi! Gigi! Oh no! I was mad not to have seen the change in you! Oh, Gigi!
- Gaston Lachaille: [barges in on Honore's lunch] Uncle! I'll tell you - Europe is breeding a generation of vandals and ingrates! Children are coming into the world with ice-covered souls and hatchets in their hands! And before they have finished, they'll smash everything beautiful and decent!
- Honore Lachaille: Have a piece of cheese.
- Gigi: Do you make love all the time?
- Gaston Lachaille: I beg your pardon?
- Gigi: Do you make love all the time, Gaston?
- Gaston Lachaille: Certainly not! The only people who make love all the time are liars.
- Gaston Lachaille: Imagine this if you can: here is a girl, living in a moldy apartment, decaying walls, worm-ridden furniture, surrounded by filth!
- Honore Lachaille: You're ruining my lunch.
- Gaston Lachaille: Nothing to look forward to but abject poverty. My heart was touched. I wanted to help her. I offered her everything: house, car, servants, clothes - and me.
- Honore Lachaille: And?
- Gaston Lachaille: She turned me down.
- Honore Lachaille: Turned you down?
- Gaston Lachaille: Turned me down!
- Honore Lachaille: Oh, it's impossible.
- Gaston Lachaille: It's not impossible at all. It just happened!
- Honore Lachaille: Obviously, that disgusting apartment she lives in - has driven her mad.
- Gaston Lachaille: Her grandmother was delighted, of course.
- Honore Lachaille: Grandmother?
- Gaston Lachaille: Yes, Mamita. But Gigi, no. No, no, no. Not Gigi. She refused me. *She* turned me down. I was refused, rejected, rebuffed, and - repudiated.
- Honore Lachaille: Well, they're a very peculiar family - with peculiar ideas. I negotiated with them myself once. With me, one casual bit of grazing in another pasture - and the gate was slammed behind me.
- Gaston Lachaille: Whose luncheon are you taking me to today?
- Honore Lachaille: Henri Trouvert.
- Gaston Lachaille: Oh no!
- Honore Lachaille: We have to go! I'm meeting a heavenly creature there.
- Gaston Lachaille: You're still young uncle, aren't you?
- Honore Lachaille: Not compared to her!
- Honore Lachaille: I must tell you that you upset all my plans for the weekend! I came prepared for battle, and an old wound...
- [points to his heart]
- Honore Lachaille: ...prevented me from charging.
- Madame Alvarez: I don't think she was your type anyway, Honore.
- Honore Lachaille: You were watching me?
- Madame Alvarez: Force of habit. When a pretty woman came by I always had to watch you.
- Gaston Lachaille: I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Uncle. Why didn't you come upstairs?
- Honore Lachaille: I was afraid I'd meet my brother and sister-in-law.
- Gaston Lachaille: You would have.
- Honore Lachaille: I have to tell you... your parents bore me to death.
- Gaston Lachaille: Me too.
- Honore Lachaille: But I've known them longer, so they've been boring me longer.
- Honore Lachaille: Look at all the captivating / fascinating things there are to do!
- Gaston Lachaille: Name two.
- Honore Lachaille: Look at the pleasures / of the myriad of treasures / we have got!
- Gaston Lachaille: Like what?
- Honore Lachaille: Look at Paris in the spring / when each solitary thing / is more beautiful than ever before! / You can hear every tree / almost saying "Look at me!"
- Gaston Lachaille: What color are the trees?
- Honore Lachaille: Green!
- Gaston Lachaille: What color were they last year?
- Honore Lachaille: Green!
- Gaston Lachaille: And next year?
- Honore Lachaille: Green!
- Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore!
- Honore Lachaille: Don't you marvel at the power / of the mighty Eiffel Tower / knowing there it will remain evermore? / Climbing up to the sky / over ninety stories high!
- Gaston Lachaille: How many stories?
- Honore Lachaille: Ninety!
- Gaston Lachaille: How many yesterday?
- Honore Lachaille: Ninety!
- Gaston Lachaille: And tomorrow?
- Honore Lachaille: Ninety!
- Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore!
- Honore Lachaille: You wore a gown of gold.
- Madame Alvarez: I was in blue.
- Honore Lachaille: Am I getting old?
- Madame Alvarez: Oh, no, not you! How strong you were, how young and gay / A prince of love, in every way!
- Honore Lachaille: Ah, yes, I remember it well...
- Gigi: [pointing] Is that the scandalous Madame d'Exelmans?
- Gaston Lachaille: Yes, that is she. Tell me, Gigi, the way that you express yourself... does you grandmother hear you talk this way?
- Gigi: She doesn't listen to me much.
- Honore Lachaille: This story is about a little girl. It could be about any one of those little girls playing there. But it isn't. It's about one in particular. Her name is Gigi.
- Gaston Lachaille: I brought you some caramels.
- Gigi: Thank you, Gaston.
- Madame Alvarez: Gaston, you spoil her so.
- Gaston Lachaille: The champagne is for you.
- Madame Alvarez: You spoil me too.
- Gaston Lachaille: [having broken off with Liane] I've been weighing the idea of going to the country for a while.
- Honore Lachaille: You mean, leave Paris?
- Gaston Lachaille: Yes. Why not?
- Honore Lachaille: Why not? That's the one thing you mustn't do. Do you want people to think you're despondent? Disturbed? If you leave, they will, you know. No, no. That would be snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. No, no, no. For the next few weeks, you should be out every night. Maxim's, Moulin Rouge, Pre Catalan.
- Gaston Lachaille: The Pre Catalan is closed.
- Honore Lachaille: Open it! You must be carefree. Devil-may-care. A different girl every night. Keep them guessing who's next. Play the game. Be gay, extravagant, outrageous!
- Gigi: [pointing at Gaston's cane] Is that gold?
- Gaston Lachaille: The handle, yes.
- Gigi: You must be very rich to have a gold handle on your cane.
- [discussing Gigi's lessons with Aunt Alicia]
- Madame Alvarez: Last week she taught her to eat cold lobster to perfection.
- Gaston Lachaille: What in heaven's name for?
- Madame Alvarez: She says it's extremely useful.
- [first lines]
- [Honore walks through Paris and greets the viewer]
- Honore Lachaille: Good afternoon! As you see, this lovely city all around us is Paris, and this lovely park is of course the Bois de Boulogne. Who am I? Well, allow me to introduce myself: I am Honore Lachaille. Born: Paris. When...
- [laughs]
- Honore Lachaille: ...not lately. This is 1900, so let's just say not in this century. Circumstances: comfortable. Profession: lover, and collector of beautiful things. Not antiques mind you, younger things.
- [an elderly woman passes by]
- Honore Lachaille: Yes, definitely younger. Married: what for? Now please don't misunderstand. Like everywhere else, most people in Paris get married, but not all. There are some who will not marry, and some who do not marry. But in Paris, those who will not marry are usually men, and those who do not marry are usually women.
- [begins to sing]
- Honore Lachaille: Now for example here we find / Exhibit A, the married kind. / These ladies stood their ground and won / and I salute them, every one. / Here are some others to behold / for whom the bells have never tolled. / Oh, what a poor defenseless pair / in those pathetic rags they wear...
- [Gaston humiliates his lover Liane by manhandling HER lover Sandomir. She goes hysterical and attempts suicide]
- Honore Lachaille: Gaston, my boy! Congratulations! Your first suicide! Oh, what an achievement.
- Gaston Lachaille: I must consider my next move very carefully. All of Paris is watching me.
- Madame Alvarez: Gaston, what are you talking about? The whole world is watching you!
- [playing cards]
- Gaston Lachaille: And therefore, I win!
- [playing his hand]
- Gigi: And therefore... you lose!
- [playing her hand]
- Gaston Lachaille: You cheated! Where did you get that fourth king?
- Gigi: I won! I won! I won!
- Gaston Lachaille: Now, you gypsy! You thief!
- Gigi: You're a muttonhead - do we go to Trouville?
- [excitedly claiming the win of their bet]
- Gaston Lachaille: Yes, yes. You go to Trouville.
- Gigi: Hurray! Grandmama, we go to Trouville!
- Madame Alvarez: Oh, no, Gatson, it's out of the question.
- [Gigi lunges across Gaston's lap to pour herself a glass of Champagne]
- Gaston Lachaille: Not at all. I'd love it. Believe it or not, Mamita, I have a better time with this outrageous
- [spanks Gigi's behind]
- Gaston Lachaille: brat or your's than anybody in Paris. It'll be marvelous fun.
- [Aunt Alicia proudly displays a dazzling emerald from her collection]
- Gigi: Who gave it to you, Aunt?
- Aunt Alicia: A king!
- Gigi: A great king?
- Aunt Alicia: No, a little one. Great kings do not give very large stones.
- Gigi: Why not?
- Aunt Alicia: In my opinion it's because they don't feel they have to.
- Gigi: Well, who does give the valuable jewels?
- Aunt Alicia: Who? Oh the shy, the proud, and the social climbers, because they think it's a sign of culture. But it doesn't matter who gives them, as long as you never wear anything second-rate. Wait for the first-class jewels, Gigi. Hold on to your ideals.
- Gaston Lachaille: [about Liane d'Exelmans] What do you think of her?
- Gigi: She is... common!
- Gaston Lachaille: Common? What, you mean "ordinary" common or "coarse" common?
- Gigi: Ordinary common... and coarse!
- [leaves]
- [Gastone brings some champagne for Mamita]
- Gigi: Can I take a glass of champagne, Mamita?
- Madame Alvarez: Have you lost your mind, Gigi? Of course not!
- [heads towards the kitchen; Gaston quickly slides his glass over to Gigi]
- Aunt Alicia: Where is she? Perhaps I should talk to her again and tell her what she's missing. It's the *glory* of romance, forgetting everything in the arms of the man who adores you, listening to the music of *love* in an eternal spring.
- Madame Alvarez: And when eternal spring is over?
- Aunt Alicia: Oh, what difference does that make?
- Madame Alvarez: It makes a great deal of difference to Gigi. And may I tell you something? I'm not sure I don't agree with her.
- Aunt Alicia: You're a fool! And your granddaughter takes after you.
- Honore Lachaille: My dear, dear, dear boy. How did it happen? She changed her mind?
- Gaston Lachaille: Obviously.
- Honore Lachaille: How delicious! Did you have to improve the arrangement?
- Gaston Lachaille: Please, don't be vulgar.
- Honore Lachaille: She looks adorable. So fresh, so *eager* - so young. It's the sophisticated women who get boring so quickly. What can they give you? Everything but surprise. But with someone like Gigi - she can amuse you for months! Oh, I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to tell Manuel.
- Gaston Lachaille: Good night. Good night.
- [Gaston, outraged by the comments made about Gigi, drags her out of Maxim's]
- Gigi: But I don't want to go home, Gaston! Let me go! What did I do, Gaston? What did I do?
- [Gaston arrives at Madame Alverez's home, angrily raps on the door and throws Gigi into Alvarez's shocked arms]
- Madame Alvarez: Gigi! What happened?
- [Gaston leaves; Gigi bursts into tears]
- Honore Lachaille: But think of a race / with your horse in seventh place / and he suddenly begins and he catches up and wins with a roar!
- Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore!
- Honore Lachaille: Life is thrilling as can be!
- Gaston Lachaille: Simply not my cup of tea...
- Honore Lachaille: It's a gay romantic fling!
- Gaston Lachaille: If you like that sort of thing.
- Honore Lachaille: It's intriguing!
- Gaston Lachaille: It's fatiguing!
- Honore Lachaille: It's a game!
- Gaston Lachaille: It's the same dull world where ever you go, whatever place you are at / The earth is round, but everything on it is flat!
- Honore Lachaille: Don't tell me Venice has no lure!
- Gaston Lachaille: Just a town without a sewer.
- Honore Lachaille: The Leaning Tower I adore!
- Gaston Lachaille: Indecision is a bore!
- Honore Lachaille: But think of the thrill of a bull fight in Seville / when the bull is uncontrolled / and he challenges the bold matador!
- Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore!
- Honore Lachaille: Think of lunch beneath the trees!
- Gaston Lachaille: Stop the carriage, if you please!
- Honore Lachaille: You mean you don't want to come?
- Gaston Lachaille: The thought of lunch leaves me numb.
- Honore Lachaille: But I implore...!
- Gaston Lachaille: Oh, no, Uncle! It's a bore!
- [singing about how to deal with Liane]
- Honore Lachaille: Just imagine her chagrin / when she sees you wander in/ And you find her with that slippery señor / What a moment supreme / when she totters with a scream...!
- Gaston Lachaille: What will she do?
- Honore Lachaille: Scream!
- Gaston Lachaille: What did yours do?
- Honore Lachaille: Scream!
- Gaston Lachaille: What do they all do?
- Honore Lachaille: Scream!
- Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore!
- Honore Lachaille: But think of the bliss / of the pleasure you would miss / When she topples in a heap / and you leave her there to weep on the floor...
- Gaston Lachaille: It's a bore!
- Honore Lachaille: You must catch her if you can!
- Manuel: For the dignity of man!
- Honore Lachaille: Take advantage of the chance!
- Manuel: You owe it, sir, to France!
- Honore Lachaille, Manuel: This is war!
- Gaston Lachaille: All right! But it's a bore!
- [singing]
- Gigi: What time tomorrow will we get there? / Can I watch you play roulette? / May I stay up late for supper? / Is it awfully awfully upper?
- Madame Alvarez: Gigi, you'll drive us wild! / Stop, you silly child!
- Gigi: Is everybody celebrated, / full of sin and dissipated? / Is it hot enough to blister? / Will I be your little sister?
- Madame Alvarez: Gigi, you are absurd! / Now not another word! Gigi!
- Gaston Lachaille: Let her gush and jabber, / let her be enthused! / I cannot remember / when I have been more amused!
- Madame Alvarez: Stop it!
- Gigi: The night they invented champagne, / it's plain as it can be / they thought of you and me. / The night they invented champagne, / they absolutely knew / that all we'd want to do / is fly to the sky on champagne / And shout to everyone in sight / that since the world began / no woman or a man / has ever been as happy as we are tonight!
- Gaston Lachaille: The night they invented champagne...
- [pops a cork]
- Gigi, Gaston Lachaille: ...It's plain as it can be / they thought of you and me. / The night they invented champagne / they absolutely knew / that all we'd want to do / Is fly to the sky on champagne / and shout to everyone in sight
- [pops another cork]
- Gigi, Gaston Lachaille: That since the world began / no woman or a man / has ever been as happy as we are tonight!
- [a cork is popped]
- Gaston Lachaille: [singing] She's a babe! / Just a babe! / Still cavorting in her crib / Eating breakfast with a bib / with her baby teeth / and all her baby curls! / She's a tot! / Just a tot! / Good for bouncing on your knee! / I am positive that she / doesn't even know that boys aren't girls! / She's a snip! / Just a snip! / Making dreadful baby noise, / having fun with all her toys! / Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen! / She's a cub, a papoose! / You could never turn her loose! / She's too infantile to take her from her pen! / Of course, that weekend in Trouville, / in spite of all her youthful zeal, / she was exceedingly polite / and on the whole a sheer delight. / And if it wasn't joy galore, / at least not once was she a bore, / that I recall. / No, not at all... / Ah, she's a child! / A silly child! / Adolescent to her toes / and good Heaven how it shows / Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got! / She's a child! / A clumsy child! / She's as swollen as a grape / and she doesn't have a shape / where her figure ought to be, / It is not! / Just a child! / A growing child / that's so backward for her years, / if a boy her age appears / I am certain he will never call again! / She's a scamp and a brat, / doesn't know where she is at, / unequipped and undesirable to men! / Of course, I must confess / that in that brand new little dress, / she looked surprisingly mature / and had a definite allure. / It was a shock in fact to me, / the most amazing shock to see / the way it clung / on one, so young! / She's a girl, / a little girl! / Getting older, it is true, / which is what they always do / till that unexpected hour / when they blossom like a flower! Oh, no! Oh, no! But... but... there's sweeter music when she speaks, isn't there? / Could I be wrong? Could it be so? / Oh where, oh where did Gigi go? / Gigi! Am I a fool without a mind or have I merely been too blind to realize? / Oh Gigi! Why you've been growing up before my very eyes / Gigi! You're not at all that funny, awkward little girl, I knew / oh no! Overnight there's been a breathless change in you...
- Gigi: A necklace is love! A ring is love! / A rock from some obnoxious little king is love! / A sapphire with a star is love! / An ugly black cigar is love! / Everything you are is love! You would think it would embarrass / All the people here in Paris / To be thinking every minute of love!
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