You Can't Take It With You. The phonograph is lower than the lights but the tune and the words are just audible: A cigarette that bears a lipstick's
traces
An airline ticket to romantic places. The girl is in blue chiffon, the boy in a tuxedo, and they are dancing as if Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers had coached them. They stop, gently holding each other, and then are held by an invisible silent partner, Eros perhaps, that mischievously demanding deity who turns a moment of playful diversion to the strong mysterious purposes of love.
The late George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart would...
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