GEORGE (to himself, as he types)

"...Beluga caviar...

My finest vintage champagne...

And then a night of dance...

My ashes to be scattered

Among the vines at sunset..."



ROSE

Oh, do stop planning your wake!

You're bound to outlive us all!



GEORGE (with a twinkle)

"...My funeral oration to be written by Giulietta

Trapani..."



Rose, we should talk  

I've got something on my mind.

It's Jenny,

Jenny and Alex  

The whole thing's unnatural

For a girl of her age...



ROSE

You needn't be anxious:

He's explained all this.

And she's no longer a child.

It's just that he's younger

And you're getting jealous.

Am I right?

Anyway, I'm filming in Paris,

And it's her birthday  

We promised we would take her to the circus  

George, you know that I'm right.



GEORGE

Maybe you're right...

Look, you're free to keep your lover

And your noisy Paris clique.

A man who's pushing eighty

Is not exactly chic...

But Jenny's all I have now  

Don't let him take her from me...



ROSE

My darling George, I love you!

How dramatic can you be!



GEORGE

You think that I'm dramatic?

Wait.

If we don't take some action,

We'll be too late...