Elvis Marilyn A Summer in France 1962 AI Film

In the summer of 1962, Paris belonged to elegance, and two legends stepped quietly into its light. Afternoon's looking just about perfect, don't you think? With the right company, it always is. Shall we? Lead the way, Mr. Presley. You know, I thought the tower would feel bigger, but up close it feels almost like lacework. Lacework and iron, that's a lovely way to put it. Makes a man feel small and lucky at the same time. Lucky how? Well, I get to see it with you, don't I? That's a good answer, Mr. Presley. Only one I got. It's the third time I've watched them bring food past us, and I still think ours looks the best. That's because it's ours. You order with a kind of certainty a girl can't argue with. I had a feeling Paris would know how to treat you right. And you. Well, I'm not complaining. Neither am I. Melt Paris in that dress, honey. Paris is doing just fine on its own. Still, I think that gown would surrender. And what would you do if it did? Take you somewhere with more room to twirl. You say the nicest things, Elvis. Paris looks different from out here. Softer somehow. Maybe it's the company. Maybe it is. It's a beautiful evening, Elvis. Best I've had in a long while. Well, Paris looks like it's holding its breath for us. Maybe it is. You make a girl believe things like that. I just know the evening got better the moment you smiled at it. That's smooth talk, Mr. Presley. Only true talk. Then don't stop. You make it sound like a song. Only because you look like one. Well, don't stop on my account. Wouldn't dream of it. It's beautiful in there. Got nothing on you. You're trouble. That's dangerous. It's too good. I can tell by the look on your face. If I look like that every time, you'll know all my secrets. Fine, ma'am. I like knowing. Paris is spoiling us. Let it. Nights like this don't come around twice.