"I'm a Cold Goddess" - High Society
One of my favourite actresses, Grace Kelly, enjoyed an entirely too-brief film career in the mid-century before swanning off to Monaco to marry Prince Rainier and become Her Serene Highness Princess Grace of Monaco.
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On this day 39 years ago, we sadly lost Grace in a car accident. To commemorate her lovely film career, today I'm looking back at my favourite Grace Kelly movie, High Society. Let's dive in!
This was Grace's final film before she left Hollywood to marry Prince Rainier.
High Society is a musical remake of The Philadelphia Story, which was a smash hit on Broadway and on film in 1940, with Katharine Hepburn in the starring roles.
We open on Louis Armstrong and his band travelling on a bus so that they can attend a jazz festival in Newport, Rhode Island. They're singing the title song, 'High Society Calypso'. You can listen to it below:
A toe-tapper for sure!
Butler: Are you the musicians?
Louis Armstrong: That's what the man said.
Butler: What name shall I say?
Louis Armstrong: Tell Dex old Satchelmouth.
Butler: Will you please follow me, Mr. Satchelmouth?
Meet C.K. Dexter Haven, the man and musician behind the jazz festival. He's played by Bing Crosby (Cary Grant portrayed this character in The Philadelphia Story).
Louis: I never thought you lived in a big house.
Dexter: Shows what happens when your grandfather's a robber baron.
Next door, a precocious little girl named Caroline Lord calls Dexter.
She and her mother are carefully taking stock of all the wedding gifts Tracy Lord is receiving, as her wedding takes place this weekend.
Caroline: Where's Tracy? I've been yelling for her.
Mrs. Lord: You don't yell, Caroline. You call a person. You yell if you're in pain.
Caroline: Well, this wedding gives me a pain.
Caroline: I think Tracy was awful mean to divorce Dexter.
And here's Tracy, glamorously played by Grace Kelly.
Mrs. Lord: So far, I've received 24 nut dishes and 16 silver ice picks.
Caroline: That should give you an idea of what people think of your next husband.
Tracy: Mother, don't you think Caroline's old enough to go to a good military school?
Caroline: What's this?
Mrs. Lord: I haven't the faintest idea.
Caroline: It stinks.
Mrs. Lord: Don't say stinks, darling. If absolutely necessary, "smells, but only if absolutely necessary.
Then Tracy notices the picture of Dexter that keeps appearing with her wedding presents and turns to her little sister. "If you put this picture in my wedding presents once more I'm going to personally chain you to your bed."
The three keep talking and Tracy notes the jewels sent by her estranged father ("His girlfriend probably turned it down," she says). Mrs. Lord and Caroline both agree it was 'stinky' of Tracy not to invite him to the wedding, but Tracy can't be swayed. She's happier without him in her life and she thinks her mother should be, too.
Then she hears a familiar song play across the lawn... it's the song that Dexter wrote for Tracy when they were married, which means he's back in town, since no one else would play that song.
So Tracy storms over to Dexter's house to have it out with him. Note that he calls her Sam, since her middle name is Samantha.
Dexter: Hello, Sam.
Tracy: I'd like to talk to you privately.
Dexter: Well, now, I consider that right neighborly. You lost a little weight, haven't you, Sam? Oh, no, you're slipping. That used to scare me. The withering glance of the goddess.
Tracy: I just want to know what you are doing here the day before my wedding.
Dexter: Business. I've become a distinguished composer...
Tracy: Oh, distinguished.
Dexter: They needed help here, so I heeded the call of duty.
Tracy: Don't pretend with me, Dexter. You deliberately planned this festival to conflict with my wedding. It's a shabby, vindictive gesture.
Dexter: Harsh words. Well, let's be honest. I'll admit it. I'm still in love with you. I don't want you to get married. You can still be a wonderful woman.
Tracy: I haven't the same high hopes for you.
Dexter: I don't wanna be a wonderful woman.
Tracy: Isn't it enough you almost spoiled my life without spoiling my wedding?
Dexter: I didn't try to spoil your life, Sam.
Tracy: And stop calling me Sam.
Dexter: I know you didn't try to spoil mine, but you called the shots. You were dictating the fellow
you wanted me to be.
Tracy: With your background and taste and intelligence, you could have become a serious composer, or a diplomat, or anything you wanted to be. And what have you become? A jukebox hero?
Dexter: Well, is that bad?
Tracy: Dexter, be satisfied and let me alone. Go away. Go away and stay away.
Dexter: I tried to. I even wanted to. But I guess I'm just a weak character. I'm still in love with you.
Once Tracy storms off, Caroline shows up and gives Dexter a better greeting.
Dexter: I don't think your sister likes me.
Caroline: I do.
Dexter: Thanks, sweetie.
Caroline: What do you suppose she sees in George anyway?
Dexter: I don't know. Tracy just likes character, I guess.
Caroline: I don't think George has so much character.
Dexter: Now, I hate to admit it, but I think she's made a pretty good choice. I expect some day to see George Kittredge president of Redfern Coal.
Caroline: That's not hard. Father's president of Redfern Coal.
Dexter: Let's be fair now, honey. Takes a lot of character to start at the bottom and work your way up.
Caroline: If you start at the bottom of a coal mine and worked your way to the top, you'd still only be on the ground.
Let's meet George Kittenridge, eh? He's played by John Lund, a character actor who appeared in films from the '40s onward. In The Philadelphia Story, he's played by John Howard. George is perfectly safe and perfectly boring, as far as spouses go, which is the point for Tracy.
George: Didn't expect to find you coming from the garden.
Tracy: Dexter's back. He's turned his house over to those musicians.
George: Yes, I know. The posters are all over town.
Tracy: George? You don't really mind him, do you?
George: Dexter? Well, how do you mean?
Tracy: Well, I mean, the fact of him.
George: I still don't understand, dear.
Tracy: You know, that he was, well, my lord and master.
George: No one has ever been your lord and master.
Tracy: Until now.
George: Poor Dexter is the sort of man whose inheritance robbed him of his heritage. He never earned you, so how could he be expected to appreciate you?
Tracy: George, you're so good for me.
George: I hope so.
Back at Dexter's, Caroline's revealing her schoolgirl crush. She asks if he'll ever marry again and he tells her that he's waiting for her to grow up, then launches into a song called 'Little One.'
But there are other problems brewing...
Uncle Willie, Tracy's uncle, calls Mrs. Lord to say that he's with the editor of Spy magazine, one of those trashy gossip rags, and they want to send a few people up to Tracy's wedding for an article.
It's all a plot to keep the story of Mr. Lord and his dancer girlfriend out of the magazine.
Mrs. Lord: But it's blackmail. Beside, Tracy would never allow it.
Uncle Willie: Now, if you will allow a reporter and a photographer into your home to cover Tracy's wedding, I have the editor's word as a gentleman that he will withhold the article on your husband.
Mrs. Lord: All right, Willie, I suppose we have no choice.
The only thing left to do is break the news to Tracy.
Mrs. Lord: Your Uncle Willie wants us to have a photographer and reporter from Spy magazine cover your wedding.
Tracy: Is he out of his mind? Intimate pictures of my wedding in that barbershop magazine? He can't be serious.
Mrs. Lord: He's quite serious. If we don't allow them, this magazine will publish a rather unsavory article about your father.
Tracy: Good. I couldn't be happier. It serves him right.
Mrs. Lord: You mustn't be vindictive. As Uncle Willie points out, you'll only make George suffer. You owe it to him to suppress this if you possibly can.
Tracy: And I'm to be examined, undressed and generally humiliated at 15 cents a copy? No.
Mrs. Lord: Have some compassion, Tracy.
Tracy: But this is intolerable. The idea of letting Father off scot-free. No, I won't do it. And in our house, watching every move. Why, jotting down notes on how we sit and talk and eat and move just to save Father's face, no.
Mrs. Lord: Tracy...
Tracy: No!
Mrs. Lord: For me, please?
Tracy: Mother, I really think you're sorry you ever let Father go.
Mrs. Lord: For George and for me, Tracy.
Tracy: Oh, all right. I can't stand seeing you hurt.
Mrs. Lord: Thank you, dear.
Tracy: All right. Let them send their spies. I'll give them a story.
Mrs. Lord: Now, Tracy.
Tracy: I'll give them a slant on Newport home life that will stand their hair on end.
Caroline, who's been eavesdropping, and can see Tracy cross her fingers, is also ready to be a little hellraiser when the nags from Spy magazine show up.
Too bad they're Frank Sinatra and Celeste Holm, eh? Meet Mike Connor and Liz Imbrie, reporter and photographer for Spy magazine. In The Philadelphia Story they're played by Jimmy Stewart (who won an Oscar for his performance) and Ruth Hussey.
Neither one of them are overly jazzed about having to cover Tracy's wedding, but as Mike puts it, "I like to eat."
Mike: Would you have four footmen bring me a large ashtray, please?
Liz: Mike, be careful what you say, we may be wired for sound.
Mike: They couldn't pay me to live in a joint like this.
Liz: You know, they won't.
Mike: I'd have more respect for this dame if she'd throw us out.
Liz: Don't make snap judgments. You were wrong about me,
remember?
Mike: Yeah.
While they wait for Tracy and the others, Mike picks up the telephone and rings the study, where Mrs. Lord is working, to tell her that "this is the voice of doom" and that "your days are numbered." Mrs. Lord just assumes one of the servants has been into the sherry again.
Then Caroline appears, in a ballerina's outfit, flitting into the room en pointe, to introduce herself as an airheaded child. She tells them: I am Caroline Lord. I spoke French before I spoke English. My early childhood was spent in Paris, where my father worked in a bank. The House of Morgan."
She then performs a snap rendition of 'Little One' in Franglais, before Tracy, appearing as an empty-headed blonde, swans into the room.
She tells them that she adores strangers (ha!) and that her little sister is so talented but "we're afraid she has a homicidal streak."
When introduced to Liz, she tells her that her name sounds like "a medieval saint who was burned to death," and when introduced to Mike, whose name she assumes is Michael (it's actually Macauley), she tells him not to be ashamed of it.
She asks if they're romantically involved and they beg off answering, since it's a weird question to ask. Tracy makes a veiled comment about respecting their privacy if they choose not to answer, and then swans out of the room to go find Mrs. Lord.
Here's the thing, though: they don't buy her act for a second, but they're already there so they might as well enjoy the scenery on this ride.
After returning with Mrs. Lord for brief introductions, they head outside for lunch and start asking questions about Mr. Lord's appearance. Tracy introduces them to George, who surprisingly likes their magazine, and just as they're ready to set the table, Dexter appears and tells them to set one more place.
"Isn't it time for your milk and arsenic, darling?" Tracy asks him as Mike and Liz ply Dexter with questions like, weren't you once married to Tracy and didn't you once write a popular song about her? Then, they tell her to pose between her first and soon-to-be second husband, because that's the type of picture that sells in a trashy magazine!
And now, Mr. Lord comes up again. Mike and Liz want pictures of the entire Lord family, and just as they're covering for his absence, Uncle Willie appears and Tracy screams, "Papa!"
He spins a whole story about how he's Seth Lord and how lucky he is to have the family he does.
And then the real Seth Lord shows up, and Tracy has to quickly get him to play along as Uncle Willie.
You'd think they'd have enough material just based on that lunch (it'd probably be a viral Twitter thread today, let's be honest), but Mike and Liz are sticking around and looking at all the wedding presents and the china.
Liz: Would I trade places with Miss Tracy Lord for all her wealth and beauty? Just ask me.
Mike: All right, I will. Would you trade places with Miss Tracy Lord for all of her wealth and beauty?
Liz: You know, I can't help thinking about it.
Then they start singing 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire', which gets stuck in my head every few months. Listen here.
Outside at the pool, Tracy's moping and Dexter, once again, cuts across the lawn to the Lords' place to see her. This time, it's to deliver a wedding present.
Tracy: You said you had something to say.
Dexter: I'd hoped you'd changed a little, Tracy, maybe softened some. Well, not for my sake entirely, but for yours. You'd stand a better chance at happiness.
Tracy: Thank you. I'll manage.
Dexter: Oh, yeah. I bet you will. You'll manage all right. You'll manage George too. But heaven help him if he shows any signs of weakness or rebellion.
Tracy: I see you haven't changed either, Dexter.
Dexter: I tried hard to figure it out. Your father hurt you deeply when he hurt your mother.
Tracy: Please.
Dexter: So you started demanding perfection. Nobody was gonna hurt you. You felt I tricked you. I didn't know you wanted a husband who'd be high priest to a virgin goddess.
Tracy: Stop using those foul words.
Dexter: It's a real pity too, Tracy. You'd be a wonderful woman if you'd just let your tiara slip a little. But you'll never be a wonderful woman, or even a wonderful human being until you learn to have some regard for human frailty. There's a lot more of you goddesses around than people realize.
Tracy: Is that all you have to say?
Dexter: No. Those first weeks we spent together were the most wonderful I've ever known. Good luck, Sam, and good sailing.
And with that, he leaves her to the flashbacks of their marriage.
On their sailboat, the True Love...
...and singing together, a song called 'True Love.' Listen here.
George interrupts her memories and we get a glimpse of what this couple is like when nobody's around.
George: Say, aren't you a pretty big girl to be playing with boats?
Tracy: It's a model of the True Love. A wedding present from Dexter. We spent our honeymoon on her.
George: Oh my, she was yare.
Tracy: Yare? What's yare?
George: Sleek, quick to the helm, everything a boat should be. It seems hardly in good taste as a wedding present.
Tracy: George, the true love never really existed with Dexter. I want you to know that.
George: I do know. That's the wonderful thing about you. You're untouched by this foolish first marriage. There's a beautiful purity about you, like a statue to be worshipped.
Tracy: But I don't want to be worshipped. I want to be loved.
George: That goes without saying. But I also want you up on a pedestal where you belong. Where I can look up and adore you.
Tracy: Never mind.
And then to keep the fun moving right along, out come Mr. and Mrs. Lord.
Mr. Lord: I have a feeling George is going to take that ring tomorrow and go right through center with it.
Tracy: That's very amusing. Almost as amusing as the sight of you with your arm around Mother.
Mr. Lord: Well, I find it most unamusing to be passed off as your Uncle Willie. And do take that tone out of your voice. It is most unattractive.
Tracy: Oh, really? And your dancer friend, how does she speak to you, dulcet and intoxicating? Heady enough to make you forget family responsibilities?
Mrs. Lord: Stop it instantly!
Tracy: Mother, I can't help it. It's sickening. A magnificent right he's got to come back in his best head-of-the-family manner and start taking charge as if he'd done nothing at all.
Mrs. Lord: Well, it's not really your affair. If it concerns anyone... Actually, I don't know who it concerns except your father.
Mr. Lord: That is very wise of you, Margaret. What most wives don't seem to realize is that a husband's philandering, even as innocuous as my own, has nothing whatever to do with them.
Tracy: And pray, just what has it to do with, then?
Mr. Lord: A reluctance to grow old, I think. I suppose the best mainstay a man can have as he gets along in years is a daughter. The right kind of daughter, one who's full of warmth and affection, a kind of foolish, unquestioning, uncritical affection.
Tracy: None of which I've got, of course. I'm a cold goddess.
Mr. Lord: If your vanity thinks in terms of goddesses. You have a good mind, Tracy. You have a pretty face, a fine, disciplined body that does what you tell it. You have everything it takes to make a lovely woman, except the one essential: an understanding heart. Without it, you might just as well be made of bronze.
Tracy: That's an awful thing to say to anyone.
Mr. Lord: It's an awful thing to have to say.
Mrs. Lord: Seth, that's too much.
Mr. Lord: I'm afraid it isn't enough.
Mrs. Lord: Darling, your father doesn't mean that.
Tracy: Neither one of you means it. Both of you seem to forget that in striking out at each other, you hurt others besides yourself.
So she storms out, once again, finds Mike, and orders him into her car.
Tracy: Are you learning anything about the idle rich?
Mike: Yeah, they drive too fast. Where we headed anyway?
Tracy: The graveyard.
Mike: I'm not ready.
Tracy: I thought I'd show you the playground of the rich, the graveyard of wealth.
By which she means her Uncle Willie's mansion, which is being turned into a boys' school next year. The graveyard she's referring to is the streets full of mansions that are derelict or being sold because their owners can't afford them anymore.
Mike: You've got a chip on your shoulder about me. Why?
Tracy: Because you came here with your mind already made up. The time to make up your mind about people is never.
Mike: I had an opinion.
Tracy: Unfavorable and unfair.
Mike: Really? What exactly do you do around here that's so worthwhile?
Tracy: Do you consider what you do worthwhile? Making a living off people's personal lives and misfortunes?
Mike: I cannot pick and choose.
Tracy: You could be anything you wanted to be. But you'll never be a first-class writer or human being until you learn to have some compassion or regard for human...
Mike: You were saying?
Tracy: Nothing.
Mike: This is the second time you've taken me for a ride. I don't like it.
She realizes she's about to use the same words on Mike that her father used on her and stops herself.
Tracy: Are you getting an interesting story on us, Mr. Connor?
Mike: Why can't you break down and call me Mike?
Tracy: I couldn't possibly break down. I was raised on a pedestal. Would you?
Mike: I sense something's bothering you and I'm getting clobbered for it. You're a darned attractive girl. But instead of an orchid on your shoulder, you're wearing a chip.
Tracy: You think I'm attractive? A high priestess?
Mike: You're awful tough to figure.
Tracy: When you write your story about us, compare me to one of these homes, boarded up, a thing of the past, a relic to be sold for taxes.
Mike: Miss Lord, you've got rocks in your head.
Tracy: No. The truth is that I don't fit into the landscape either.
And then he starts singing to her, a song called 'You're Sensational', and wouldn't you know it? Now there are three suitors for Tracy's heart. Listen to the song here.
That evening, everyone's getting ready for the party, and Louis Armstrong and his band are playing 'Samantha'...
...which even Tracy's humming along to! She's also been knocking back champagne all afternoon, so she's tipsy, which is going to be a swell choice once she joins the party...
How opulent!
"One of the prettiest sights in this pretty world is the sight of the privileged class enjoying its privileges," Liz says. She's a little surprised when Mike sticks up for them.
Then Seth Lord has to open his big, dumb mouth and telegraph the plot to Mike and Liz (about him not being Uncle Willie and that if they publish anything untoward about his relationships, he'll sue). To their credit, they say they had no idea about the transactional nature of their assignment.
And right on cue, here's drunk Tracy!
Taking more alcohol from Mike before anyone can stop her.
Naturally, when you've got Louis Armstrong in your movie, who else is going to provide the musical entertainment? And why not make the most of Bing Crosby, too?
Dancing with Uncle Willie...
...and George, who doesn't look as charmed by her performance as some of the other guests do.
Side note: that's such a gorgeous dress. I've seen it in person! (More on that below)
After dancing with Dexter, who tells her that he's not coming to the wedding and giving her a kiss (since it's traditional to kiss the bride), he takes her to a side room to sleep it off (after George catches them) and then he retreats to the library. Mike winds up there too, so of course they've got to sing together, right? They talk about love and Mike gets drunk.
Listen to 'Well Did You Evah?' here.
One thing about Tracy, we've learned, is that she's going to do what she wants, so while the men are singing, she sneaks out and runs into a drunk Mike.
Mike: Oh, Tracy, Tracy. Darling, you're lit from within. Bright, so bright.
Tracy: I don't seem made of bronze, then?
Mike: No, you're made of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it all.
Tracy: Oh, Mike, keep talking. All of a sudden I've got the shakes.
Mike: Yeah, me too. What is it? It couldn't be love, could it?
Tracy: Oh, no, no, no, it mustn't.
Mike: Why? Would it be inconvenient?
Tracy: Terribly.
Mike: Oh, Tracy. You're tremendous!
Cue the final song of the film, 'Mind If I Make Love to You?' Listen here.
And kiss!
So here's the thing: George is looking for Tracy; Liz is looking for Mike. Dexter's just chilling. And then they see it...
...Mike and Tracy wandering up to the house, completely soaked and in robes.
Mike tells them that Tracy "dove in the pool. And when she hit the water, the wine hit her." George asks if he really expects him to believe that; and Dexter, again, is just chilling, loving every minute of drunk Tracy.
The scandalous escapades of Tracy and Mike are all the Lords can talk about the next morning. Side note: Mrs. Lord looks amazing in that pink gown.
Dexter's appeared just as Tracy's decided to make her way out into the bright, bright, morning sun. The previous night, the three suitors got into it over Tracy and punches were thrown. As one does!
Tracy: Hello, everybody! Isn't it a fine day, though? Is everybody fine? That's fine.
She can't remember anything from last night, and to spare her the embarrassment, Dexter tells her that she left the party and went straight to bed (she theorizes that it's because she got too much sun yesterday). She also found a gentleman's watch in her bedroom, one that she doesn't recognize, and she thinks she's been robbed, since her engagement ring, earrings, and bracelets are gone.
Mike: No regrets about last night?
Tracy: Why should I have?
Mike: That's the stuff, Tracy. You're wonderful!
Tracy: No, Mike, you don't know what I mean. I'm asking you. Tell me the reason why I shouldn't have. No, don't. Just tell me what time it is.
Mike: I'd love to, but I seem to have lost my watch.
Tracy: You don't know how extremely sorry I am to hear you say that.
Mike: Oh, there it is. I ought to give you a reward. Where'd you find it?
Tracy: Let's just say I stumbled over it.
Dexter reappears to offer Tracy a 'stinger' which will take the sting out of her hangover.
Tracy: Don't say that.
Dexter: Why not?
Tracy: Nothing can. Nothing ever will. I've done the most terrible thing to you.
Dexter: Oh, I doubt that. I doubt that very much.
Tracy: I've always been so hard on people who weren't perfect. What am I going to do?
Dexter: Well, why to me, darling? I don't see where I figure in this anymore. Aren't you confusing me with a fella named George Kittredge?
Then Tracy remembers the George of it all. Dexter tells her that he was shaken but he'll rally; and then they talk about his wedding gift and how wonderful the real boat, True Love, was.
Mike and Liz reappear to tell Tracy that they're going to resign from Spy magazine and that they refuse to write the story they'd been sent to cover. Tracy's extremely grateful for this act of friendship.
Then George... George shows up.
George: Tracy, please get rid of these people. I want to talk to you.
Tracy: There's no need for them to go. Everybody seems to know about last night.
Then the crux of the matter:
George: I'm not sure yet that there'll be a wedding. I've been up all night. I cannot decide what is the best thing to do. I'm entitled to a full explanation before I'm asked to make a decision.
Tracy: Unfortunately, George, I have no explanation. I wish for your sake, as well as mine, I had.
George: You'll grant I have the right to be angry.
Tracy: You certainly have.
George: On the very eve of your wedding.
Tracy: I told you I agreed.
Mike cuts in to clear up the lingering questions: he swam with Tracy, danced with her, then escorted her to her room and left immediately. Nothing untoward happened between them. And with that settled, George is totally prepared to forgive and forget and marry Tracy.
But now it's too much for Tracy to forgive and forget.
Tracy: George, I don't want you to marry me because you think I'm now worthy of you. It would've meant much more if you had married me because I was unworthy.
George: But a man expects his wife to...
Tracy: I know, to behave herself. Naturally.
She doesn't want to marry him anymore, because he's too perfect of a man and she'd never make him happy. So he storms off, after all that, leaving our four principals together wondering what's about to happen.
Mrs. Lord says her husband will make an announcement to the guests, but Tracy says that she got herself into this situation and she'll get herself out of it, so she'll make the announcement. She opens the door and tells the musicians to stop that racket, then says, "Good morning. I'd like to say, well, there's been a little hitch. I've made a terrible fool of myself, which isn't at all unusual. Well, my fiancé that was... Well, he thinks we ought to call it a day, and I quite agree with him."
She then turns to Dexter and begs, "Help me," so he tells her to repeat after him.
Dexter: Tell them two years ago I did you out of a wedding by eloping in Maryland.
Tracy: Two years ago I did you out of a wedding in this house by eloping to Maryland.
Dexter: I hope to make it up now by going through with it.
Tracy: But I hope to make it up now by going through with it as originally and most beautifully planned.
Dexter: So if you'll just keep your seats.
Tracy: So if you'll just keep your lovely seats.
Dexter: That's all.
Tracy: That's all.
Then she shuts the door and turns to him.
Tracy: Oh, Dexter, are you sure?
Dexter: No, but I'll risk it if you will.
Tracy: You're not just doing it to save my face?
Dexter: It's such a nice face.
Watching the lovebirds, Mike and Liz come to their own realizations.
Mike: Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man, but I thought maybe...
Liz: Oh, Mike, I think I better grab you before somebody else does. You're liable to get in trouble
one of these days. Come on, we'll develop this later.
Later comes sooner than anticipated, when they can't help but kiss during the wedding ceremony.
Leaving Tracy and Dexter to marry each other all over again!
And with that, they all live happily ever after.
THE END!
TIDBITS:
A few years ago, I flew to Montreal to see an exhibition of Grace's costumes and clothing, and several pieces from High Society were included:
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