Corrina, Corrina Page #4

Why?

Because they get to spend

all that time with Mommy.

Molly, listen to me, OK?

Heaven...

the angels and all of that...

It's just something

that people make up...

so they won'tfeel sad anymore.

Well, what's wrong with that?

What color eyes did Mommy have?

I can't remember.

Let's talk about it later.

No, now.

It's time for bed.

What'd she smell like?

Molly, I said

we'll talk about it later.

Liar. You don't even

remember her anymore.

Of course I do.

No, you don't.

She's disappearing.

She's almost all gone.

No! I don't want to go!

What is the matter?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

You're not going to come back.

What did you say to me?

You're not coming back.

I'll be back at three.

You promise?

Oh, yeah, I promise.

Now, come on.

Maybe they won't like me.

Maybe they won't like you?

Are you kidding?

Have you looked

in the mirror today?

That's the most likable

face in America.

We're going about this

the wrong way.

You have to think to yourself...

"My name is Molly Singer...

"and there's no one in the world

better than me."

That's what you got

to say to yourself. Try it.

"I am Molly Singer...

"and there's nobody in the world

better than me."

Now, walk right in there...

say that as you're walking.

Go ahead.

I am Molly Singer...

and there's nobody in the world

better than me.

I am Molly Singer...

and there's nobody in the world

better than me.

Chin up! Up!

You're too young to have two.

Goodfor you.

Pinky. Oh.

Good morning.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh, I'm sorry, too.

Wouldn't it be the day

I need my windows washed?

All of them.

All of them?

What do you mean, all of them?

Miss Warner,

you want all the windows done?

This is the day

I expect them to be done.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm late.

Crazy woman. All those windows.

She's standing there,

watching me.

He had his lunch already.

I'm sorry. Go on. Don't be late.

Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!

Don't move...

at all.

Who's hogging the black crayon?

You used it all up.

That's notfair.

My dad has a big beard.

Huh. You didn't even

do it right.

Did so.

She drew her maid...

not her mommy.

What a dodo head.

I'm Molly Singer...

and there's nobody in the world

better than me.

Nobody stupider than you.

Give me that crayon.

I think Ed Sullivan

should run for president...

because he knows lots

of different kinds of people...

and could help

keep world peace...

because he's very good

with Russian acrobats.

Topo Gigio.

Honey, I'm late. I'm sorry.

They couldn't balance

the cash register.

But I'm not done.

I'll hear the rest later.

Sorry I'm late.

I'll never be late again.

Ooh, I will never be late again.

You don't know what happened.

As I was coming up

the street...

a band of elephants

stopped in the street...

and I didn't know

what to do, so...

Are you stuck on me

with Elmer's Glue?

I guess I'm just going

to have to carry you.

I can't get you off.

Come on, kid.

What a day I've had.

Worked my tail off andfor what?

I'm starving.

Where are my cigarettes?

I just put a carton in there

this week.

I don't see them.

I can't even offer you

one of mine...

since you've smoked them, too.

What is that supposed to mean?

If you're going to smoke

my cigarettes, tell me.

Fine. If you're gonna

smoke my cigarettes...

I'd appreciate if you told me.

All right.

Great.

Molly, wake up. Wake up.

She didn't turn around.

Who?

Mommy... She was on the hill.

I saw her...

and she didn't turn around.

She just kept walking.

Molly, if I'd been there...

You were there.

You couldn't stop her.

Why couldn't you?

She walked through you.

It's yourfault she's gone.

You never talked about her.

You made her disappear.

It's all yourfault she's gone.

I hate you!

Molly, that's enough.

It's OK.

But I'm just so...

You're just so mad.

You're just so mad,

and you can be mad.

Molly, listen. I'm mad, too.

I'm mad at Mommy for leaving us.

I want to talk to Mommy

every day, and I can't.

I want to bring Mommy

back to you, and I can't.

I'm mad because she didn't

say good-bye.

I'm mad about that, too, Molly.

Me, too.

I'm mad that she made you mad.

She should have said good-bye.

I'm really mad at her.

I'm just... so... mad!

Come on, this is all right.

You can come over here

and be mad.

Come on. Be mad.

Hit it.

Yeah, hit it again.

Yeah! Hit him again, Molly.

Hit him, hit him!

Stupid head!

- Sock him again!

- It's notfair!

Really mad at you!

I'm...

mad... too!

Isn't that "Peace, Piece"?

My dad always listens to it.

I love it.

When you listen to Bill Evans...

it's as though you held up...

a really

beautifully clear crystal...

in front of a warm light.

That's lovely. Who wrote that?

I did.

You're so...

inside the music.

The way you phrase things,

you could write poetry.

I do.

I did.

You know, I'd like to write

liner notes...

in the backs of the albums.

And I want to have

my own column...

in High Hat magazine.

"Listenin' Up"

with Corrina Washington.

Not that it would, you know...

take away my joy and love...

at scrubbing wax buildup

from linoleum floors.

Did you ever try?

What, scrubbing wax buildup?

No, no, no.

Liner notes and poetry.

Basically,

they just let us play the music.

They don't let us

write about it.

This is really bad.

I wouldn't say it's really bad.

I would.

You've got thirty seconds

to name five songs.

Name allfive correctly...

and you win

fifteen-thousand dollars.

You know how much money

I've won so far?

Millions of dollars.

I've won about a half a billion.

Half a billion?

I'm good at this one.

We'll see how good you are.

Name this tune.

"Turkey in the Straw."

You know the name?

"Turkey in the Straw."

I think I beat you by a hair.

Tie. One-one.

Tie?

Go ahead. Side with yourfather.

Molly's the judge.

"Sailor's Turnpike."

"Sailor's Turnpike?"

Two-two.

Two-two? Listen.

"Sailor's Hornpipe."

"Sailor's Hornpipe."

I wonder what happened

to that guy's head.

She smacked him for giving

the wrong answer at home.

Why you tipping in here?

Why you lurking on the couch?

You awfully late.

Little girl had a nightmare.

They paying you overtime?

Jevina, it wasn't

that kind of night.

Sister child, you need

to stop kidding yourself.

Now you know

these white folks...

going to pretend

you're part of theirfamily...

so they can work you

and not pay youfor your time.

Corrina,

you're working too hard...

to be giving it away forfree.

Giving what away forfree,

Jevina?

My letter come today?

Nope, not today.

The firstfew weeks...

are always hardfor everyone.

Come on.

Oh, now you're not even going

to talk to me?

It's just not that bad.

Please don't make me

go to school. I can't!

All right, don't cry. Don't cry.

Come on.

Thank you, Corrina.

Say good-bye, Sophia.

Wow.

Well, it's just a lightfever.

I'm sure she'll be ready

to come back tomorrow.

If you'd just

let Mrs. Rodgers know.

All right, then. Thank you.

All right, you.

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