Daisy Miller

And I love you.

Randolph?

Yes?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Indians?

Don't you do anything now till I get down.

All right.

Oh, sure.

Can I have a lump of sugar?

Can I have a lump of sugar, I said.

Oh.

A lump of sugar.

Certainly.

You're not Swiss?

Here, I'll show you a trick.

Are you German or something?

I, uh, put the lump of sugar

on the top of my hand, all right?

Now, you put your hand underneath here,

and, uh, wait now.

I'm going to send the sugar right through my hand.

Ready? I guess you're some kind

of an Englishman or something.

Shh-shh-shh. Here we go now.

You could be Polish. Are you Polish?

I'm American.

Hmm... well, that makes two of us.

Really? You don't sound like an American.

Well, that's because I live in Europe, I guess.

You live in Europe? Why? What happened?

Well, I chose to. I like it.

You like it? Europe?

Well, you're not going to do your teeth any good.

I haven't got any teeth. They've all come out.

Are you a dental surgeon, by any chance?

No, I'm not.

See.

Oh, my word.

I've only got seven teeth left.

Mother counted them last night,

and one came out right after.

She said she'd slap me if any more came out.

I can't help it. It's old Europe.

The climate here makes them come out.

They didn't come out in America.

These hotels... do you like hotels?

Well, I... Are you staying here?

Uh, I've just come to see my aunt, uh...

You're not going to help your teeth.

Well, I've got to get me some candy, then.

I can't get any candy here... any American candy.

That's the only kind worth eating.

Do you like her?

Uh, um, like whom?

I was taking bets you were German, you know that?

Your aunt.

Well, she's my aunt-- yes, I like her.

I bet you don't.

Randolph, you try that and I'll fix you.

How do you like that?

She's absolutely right.

How do you come to know her?

I don't know her.

Oh.

She's my sister.

Why, Randolph, what are you doing?

I'm going up the Alps. This way.

That's the way you come down.

He's an American.

Well, you'd better be quiet.

Your brother and I have made acquaintance.

I'd like to know where you got that pole.

I bought it. You don't mean to say

you're going to take it to Italy?

Yes, I'm going to take it to Italy.

Well, better leave it somewhere.

Are you going to Italy?

Yes, sir.

And, uh, are you thinking of the Campeau?

I don't know. I suppose it's some mountain.

Randolph, what mountain are we thinking of?

Thinking of? Why, going over.

Going to where? Why, right down to Italy.

I don't know. I don't want to go to Italy.

I want to go to America.

Oh, Italy's a beautiful place.

Can you get candy there?

I hope not. I guess you've had enough candy.

I haven't! And Mother thinks so, too.

I haven't had any for ever so long,

not for a hundred weeks!

It's a beautiful view, isn't it?

Hmm...

You can just barely see the Dents du Midi over there.

Why don't you show her your trick?

Uh, it's not a very good one, I'm afraid.

Uh, forgive me, but, uh, would you care to sit down?

Oh, I like just hanging around.

You believe he's an American?

Are you a real American?

Yes.

I wouldn't have taken you for one.

You seem more like a German,

especially when you speak.

That's what I said.

Oh, well, I've met Germans

who speak like Americans,

but, so far, not the other way around.

Uh, excuse me.

I'm from New York State, if you know where that is.

Where I'd like to be right now.

Now, listen, my boy,

you haven't even told me your name yet.

Randolph C. Miller. I'll tell you hers, too.

You'd better wait till you're asked.

Well, I'd like very much to know your name.

Her name's Daisy Miller,

but that ain't her real name, though.

It ain't the name on her cards.

Too bad you haven't got one of my cards.

Her real name's Annie P. Miller. Can I climb that tree?

Ask him his now. My father's name is Ezra B. Miller,

but my father ain't in Europe.

Oh, he's not? Nope. My father's in a better place.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My father's in Schenectady. He's got a big business.

My father's very rich. Well...

I'm going to practice for the Alps and climb that tree.

He doesn't like Europe. Uh, and you?

He doesn't like me, either. No, I meant, uh...

I love it, but he wants to go right home.

He hasn't got any boys here.

Well, there's one, but he always goes around with a teacher.

They won't let him play.

And your brother has no teacher?

Mother thought of getting him one.

There was a lady told her about a very good teacher, an American lady.

Perhaps you know her-- Mrs. Saunders?

No... I think she came from Boston.

She told her about this teacher.

We thought of getting her to travel around with us,

but Randolph said he didn't want a teacher traveling around with us.

He said he wouldn't have lessons when we're in the cars,

and we are in the cars about half the time.

Oh, well, then, how could he...

There was an English lady we met in the cars.

I think her name was Miss Featherstone-- perhaps you know her?

She wanted to know why I didn't give Randolph lessons,

give him "instruction," she called it.

I guess he could give me more instruction

than I could give him. He's very smart.

Ye-Yes, he seems to be.

Mother's going to find a teacher for him

as soon as we get to Italy.

Can you find people in Italy to do that kind of thing?

Oh, I think you can find people in Italy...

Or else she's going to find some school.

...to do almost any kind of thing.

He's only ten. He's going to college.

Have you been? Yes, in Geneva.

Oh.

You know that English lady in the cars, Miss Featherstone,

asked me if we didn't all live in hotels in America.

I told her I'd never been in so many hotels in my life

as I'd been in since I came to Europe.

I declare, it's nothing but hotels.

I've never seen so many!

Well, there are quite a number of them.

Of course, they're very good, once you get used to their ways.

Mind you, I think Europe is perfectly sweet.

Well... I'm not disappointed, not a bit.

Maybe it's because I'd heard so much about it before.

I have ever so many intimate friends

who've been ever so many times, and then, of course,

I've so many dresses and things from Paris.

Whenever I put on a Paris dress,

I feel as if I were in Europe.

Are you waiting for someone?

Uh, my aunt, uh, Mrs. Costello.

I'm taking her for a cure at the baths.

They always made me wish I was in Europe-- the dresses.

Though I'm sure they send all the pretty ones to America.

Some of the most awful things here.

What does she suffer from?

Uh, pardon? Your aunt.

Oh, she keeps an open mind--

anything her doctor suggests.

The only thing I don't like is the society.

There isn't any, or if there is,

I don't know where it keeps itself, do you?

Well, I think you have...

Oh, I suppose there's some society somewhere,

but I haven't seen anything of it.

Are you going to take the cure, too?

I hope I don't need it.

Well...

I'm very fond of society.