Some Like It Hot Trailer 1959

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JUNIOR: Of course. How silly of me. On Thursdays they always serve me in the small salon. SUGAR: It's exquisite. Like a floating mansion. JUNIOR: It's all right for a bachelor. SUGAR: What a beautiful fish. JUNIOR: I caught him off Cape Hatteras. SUGAR: What is it? JUNIOR: It's a member of the herring family. SUGAR: A herring? Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars? JUNIOR: They shrink when they're marinated. Champagne? SUGAR: I don't mind if I do. JUNIOR: Well, down the hatch, as we say at sea. SUGAR: Bon voyage. Look at all that silverware. JUNIOR: Trophies. You know. Skeet shooting, dog breeding, water polo. SUGAR: Isn't water polo terribly dangerous? JUNIOR: I'll say. I had two ponies drowned under me. SUGAR: Where's your shell collection? JUNIOR: Yes, of course.

Where could they have put it? You see, on Thursdays I'm sort of lost around here. SUGAR: What's on Thursdays? JUNIOR: It's the crew's night off. SUGAR: You mean we're alone on the boat? JUNIOR: Completely. SUGAR: I've never been completely alone with a man in the middle of the night, in the middle of the ocean. JUNIOR: Oh, it's perfectly safe. We're anchored. The ship's in shipshape shape. The coastguard will call if any icebergs appear. SUGAR: It's not the icebergs. But

certain men would try to take advantage of a situation like this. JUNIOR: You're flattering me. SUGAR: Of course, I'm sure you're a gentleman. JUNIOR: It's not that. It's just that I'm harmless. SUGAR: Harmless? How? JUNIOR: I don't know how to put it, but I've got this thing about girls. SUGAR: What thing? JUNIOR: They just sort of leave me cold. SUGAR: You mean, like, frigid? JUNIOR: Well,

it's more like a mental block when I'm with a girl, it does absolutely nothing to me. SUGAR: Have you tried? JUNIOR: Have I. I'm trying all the time. See? Nothing. SUGAR: Nothing at all? JUNIOR: Complete washout. SUGAR: That makes me feel just awful. JUNIOR: My dear, it's not your fault. Now and then Mother Nature throws somebody a dirty curve. Something goes wrong inside. SUGAR: You mean you can't fall in love? JUNIOR: Not any more. I was in love once, but I'd rather not talk about it. Would you like a little cold pheasant? SUGAR: What happened? JUNIOR: I don't want to bore you. SUGAR: You couldn't possibly. JUNIOR: Well, it was my freshman year at Princeton. There was this girl. Her name was Nellie. Her father was the vice president of Hupmobile. She wore glasses, too. That summer we were in vacantion at the Grand Canyon. We were on the highest ledge watching the sunset, when suddenly we got this impulse to kiss. I took off my glasses. She took off her glasses. I took a step toward her. She took a step toward me. SUGAR: Oh, no! JUNIOR: Yes. Eight hours later they brought her up by mule. I gave her three transfusions. We had the same type blood, type O. But it was too late. SUGAR: Talk about sad. JUNIOR: Ever since then, numb, no feelings,

like my heart was shot full of Novocain. SUGAR: You poor, poor boy. JUNIOR: Yes. All the money in the world, and what good is it? Mint sauce or cranberries? SUGAR: How can you think about food at a time like this? JUNIOR: What else is there for me? SUGAR: Is it that hopeless? JUNIOR: My family did everything they could. Hired the most beautiful French upstairs maids. Got a special tutor to read me books that were banned in Boston. Imported a troupe of Balinese dancers with those bells on their ankles and long fingernails. What a waste of money. SUGAR:

Have you ever tried American girls? JUNIOR: Why? SUGAR: Was that anything? JUNIOR: Thanks just the same. SUGAR: You should see a doctor, a good doctor. JUNIOR: I have. I spent six months in Vienna with Professor Freud, flat on my back. Then there were the Mayo brothers, injections, hypnosis, mineral baths. If I wasn't such a coward, I'd kill myself. SUGAR: Don't say that. There must be some girl someplace that could... JUNIOR:

If I ever found a girl that could I'd marry her just like that. SUGAR: Would you do me a favour? JUNIOR: Certainly. What is it? SUGAR: I may not be Dr Freud or a Mayo brother or one of those French upstairs girls, but could I take another crack at it? JUNIOR: All right, if you insist. SUGAR: Anything this time? JUNIOR: I'm afraid not. Terribly sorry. SUGAR: Would you like some more champagne? Maybe if we had some music. How do you dim these lights? JUNIOR: Look, it's terribly sweet of you to want to help out, but it's no use. I think the light switch is over there. That's the radio. It's like taking someone to a concert when he's tone-deaf. SUGAR: You're not giving yourself a chance. Don't fight it. Relax. JUNIOR: It's like smoking without inhaling. SUGAR: So inhale. Well? JUNIOR: I'm not quite sure. Would you try it again? I got a funny sensation in my toes. Like someone was barbecuing them over a slow flame. SUGAR: Let's throw another log on the fire. JUNIOR: I think you're on the right track. SUGAR: I must be. Your glasses are beginning to steam up. JUNIOR: I never knew it could be like this. SUGAR: Thank you. JUNIOR: They told me I was kaput, finished, all washed up. And here you are, making a chump out of all those experts. SUGAR: Mineral baths. Now, really. JUNIOR: Where did you learn to kiss like that? SUGAR: I used to sell kisses for the Milk Fund.

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Directed and Produced by Billy Wilder Screenplay by Billy Wilder, I. A. L. Diamond Story by Robert Thoeren, Michael Logan Starring Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon, George Raft, Joe E. Brown, Pat O'Brien. Music by Adolph Deutsch Cinematography Charles Lang Edited by Arthur P. Schmidt Production company Mirisch Company Distributed by United Artists Release date March, 1959

Notes

"I was sure Tony was right for it," explained Billy Wilder, "because he was quite handsome, and when he tells Marilyn that he is one of the Shell Oil family, she has to be able to believe it".

Billy Wilder chose to shoot the film in black and white as Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis in full drag costume and make-up looked "unacceptably grotesque" in early color tests. Despite Monroe's contract requiring the film to be in color, she agreed to it being filmed in black and white after seeing that Curtis and Lemmon's makeup gave them a "ghoulish" appearance on color film.

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