[ Late Friday night. It is raining. The hotel clerk shows Marilyn and Richard to their room at the Old Country Inn. ]
Clerk: Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. Well, it's small, but clean.
Richard: Clean? You call this clean?
Clerk: Have a nice stay. [ He leaves. ]
Richard: Thank you. [ to Marilyn ] I don't believe this. Well, it isn't the Watermill Inn, but let's get a look at the view. [ He opens the shutters. ]
Marilyn: How is the view?
Richard: Great, if you enjoy looking at a parking lot.
Marilyn: Well, maybe we'll see the view in the morning. Right now, we should clean up this room.
[ They begin to clean the room. ]
Richard: Sorry, Marilyn.
Marilyn: Why should you be sorry?
Richard: Well, the rain, the room, the view of the parking lot. It isn't the way I hoped it would be.
Marilyn: Stop blaming yourself. After all, we're here, we're alone, we're together. And I love you. Isn't that enough?
Richard: It is for me, but I wanted this weekend to be special for you.
Marilyn: It is special. Happy anniversary. [ She kisses him. ]
[ The next morning. Richard is still upset about the weather and the room at the Old Country Inn. ]
Richard: It's still raining. I want to play tennis.
Marilyn: I want some breakfast. Let's call room service and order a nice breakfast, and then we'll figure out what to do today.
Richard: Right. [ He goes to the telephone. ] Would you give me room service, please? I beg your pardon? Oh, I see.
Richard: [ He hangs up. ] They don't have room service at Old Country Inn.
Marilyn: Well, let's go down to the coffee shop.
Richard: They don't have a coffee shop. We can get our meals at Mrs. Montefiore's down the road.
[ They laugh. ]
Marilyn: That's OK, honey. I love walking in the rain.
Richard: Oh, you're being a really good sport about this, Marilyn, but I think we should face the truth.
Marilyn: What's that?
Richard: This is not the way to spend our fifth anniversary.
Marilyn: Well, what do you want to do?
Richard: Why don't we get in the car and drive home?
Marilyn: Oh, Richard, it really isn't that bad.
Richard: [ He hugs her. ] Do you want to stick it out for the whole weekend?
Marilyn: Well, I'll admit the room is uncomfortable.
Richard: Uh-hum.
Marilyn: And I do feel bad about your mother having to take care of the baby all weekend.
Richard: Why don't we just check out?
Marilyn: OK.
[ The telephone rings. ]
Marilyn: Hello? Yes. Yes, this is she. Oh, hello! How nice of you to remember us! Yes, my husband did call. You do? Really? It won't be any trouble? Oh, yes, I think we'd like that very much. Fifteen minutes! Thank you. Good-bye. [ She hangs up, turns to Richard, and smiles. ] You will never guess.
Richard: Uh ... I give up.
Marilyn: Mrs. Montefiore from the Watermill Inn.
Richard: What is she calling about?
Marilyn: They have an opening. Someone just checked out. and Mrs. Montefiore has reserved the honeymoon suite for us.
Richard: You're kidding!
Marilyn: No. Isn't it wonderful?
Richard: It's fantastic! Oh. Now all it has to do is stop raining. Let's go.
[ They kiss, gather their bags, and leave. ]