Catherine Zeta-Jones, Alexander Hanson, Betsy Morgan, Jayne Paterson, Stephan R. Buntrock & Kevin David Thomas -
A Little Night Music
Remember? [Act One]
Does she look like her pictures?
Who, dear?
Desiree Armfeldt, of course
How should I know, dear?
Well, I only thought...
You only thought- what?
Desiree is not a common name
I mean none of your typists and things are called Desiree
Are they?
Shh
Tell me something about this remarkable Countess, Madame
It is said that her power over men
Is most extraordinary
Her lovers are as many as the pearls
In the necklace which she always wears
The Countess Celimene de Francen de la Tour de Casa
Remember?
Remember?
The old deserted beach that we walked
Remember?
Remember?
The cafe in the park where we talked?
Remember?
Remember?
The tenor on the boat that we charted
Belching The Bartered Bride
Ah, how we laughed
Ah, how we cried
Ah, how you promised
And, ah, how I lied
Why did she look at us?
Shh
Dear Madame Merville
What a charming mischance
To find you here this evening
I don't think she looked especially at us
Charming indeed, dear Celimene
She did
She peered, and then she smiled
Oh, dear Countess
I implore you to reveal to me
The secret of your success
With the hardier sex
She smiled at us
Dear Madame
That can be summed up in one single word
She's ravishingly beautiful
Make up!
Dignity!
Dignity?
Dignity
We women have the right
To commit any crime toward our husbands
Our lovers
Our sons
As long as we do not hurt their dignity
We should make men's dignity our best ally
And caress it, cradle it
Speak tenderly to it
And handle it as our most delightful toy
Then a man is in our hands
At our feet
And anywhere else we momentarily wish him to be
I want to go home
Anne
I want to go home!
Anne!
Remember?
Remember?
Remember? (Remember?)
Remember?
The local village dance on the green
Remember?
Remember?
The lady with the large tambourine?
Remember?
Remember?
The one who played the harp in her boa
Thought she was so adept!
Ah. how we laughed
Ah, how we wept
Ah, how we polka'd
And, ah, how we slept
How we kissed and how we clung
Remember, darling?
We were foolish, we were young
More than we knew
Yellow gingham in the bed
Remember, darling?
And the canopy in red
Or was it blue?
The funny little games that we played
Remember?
Remember?
The unexpected knock of the maid
Remember?
Remember?
The wine that made us both rather merry
And, oh so very frank
Ah, how we laughed
Ah, how we drank
You acquiesced
And the rest is a blank
What we did with your perfume
Remember, darling?
The condition of the room
When we were through
Our inventions were unique
Remember, darling?
I was limping for a week
You caught the flu
I'm sure it was you
Who, dear?
Desiree Armfeldt, of course
How should I know, dear?
Well, I only thought...
You only thought- what?
Desiree is not a common name
I mean none of your typists and things are called Desiree
Are they?
Shh
Tell me something about this remarkable Countess, Madame
It is said that her power over men
Is most extraordinary
Her lovers are as many as the pearls
In the necklace which she always wears
The Countess Celimene de Francen de la Tour de Casa
Remember?
Remember?
The old deserted beach that we walked
Remember?
Remember?
The cafe in the park where we talked?
Remember?
Remember?
The tenor on the boat that we charted
Belching The Bartered Bride
Ah, how we laughed
Ah, how we cried
Ah, how you promised
And, ah, how I lied
Why did she look at us?
Shh
Dear Madame Merville
What a charming mischance
To find you here this evening
I don't think she looked especially at us
Charming indeed, dear Celimene
She did
She peered, and then she smiled
Oh, dear Countess
I implore you to reveal to me
The secret of your success
With the hardier sex
She smiled at us
Dear Madame
That can be summed up in one single word
She's ravishingly beautiful
Make up!
Dignity!
Dignity?
Dignity
We women have the right
To commit any crime toward our husbands
Our lovers
Our sons
As long as we do not hurt their dignity
We should make men's dignity our best ally
And caress it, cradle it
Speak tenderly to it
And handle it as our most delightful toy
Then a man is in our hands
At our feet
And anywhere else we momentarily wish him to be
I want to go home
Anne
I want to go home!
Anne!
Remember?
Remember?
Remember? (Remember?)
Remember?
The local village dance on the green
Remember?
Remember?
The lady with the large tambourine?
Remember?
Remember?
The one who played the harp in her boa
Thought she was so adept!
Ah. how we laughed
Ah, how we wept
Ah, how we polka'd
And, ah, how we slept
How we kissed and how we clung
Remember, darling?
We were foolish, we were young
More than we knew
Yellow gingham in the bed
Remember, darling?
And the canopy in red
Or was it blue?
The funny little games that we played
Remember?
Remember?
The unexpected knock of the maid
Remember?
Remember?
The wine that made us both rather merry
And, oh so very frank
Ah, how we laughed
Ah, how we drank
You acquiesced
And the rest is a blank
What we did with your perfume
Remember, darling?
The condition of the room
When we were through
Our inventions were unique
Remember, darling?
I was limping for a week
You caught the flu
I'm sure it was you
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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