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Russ, don't you dare light

into that poor child.

I'm not going to light into her,

I'm only going to give her

a talking to.

Growing up is a very slow and

painful process for a girl.

Well...

Darling, do you have a headache?

Yes, I do. I think

it's the glasses.

Oh, come here.

Lie down.

Oh, Russ, can't you see?

She went because she had to.

A girl needs love.

Well, I love her.

She's my little girl,

my little baby.

I'd do anything for her, and...

I have it!

Pop, can I get you

your slippers?

How about a pipe?

No, no, no, no, no.

How would you like

to do your old dad

a big, big favor, though?

Mow the lawn?

No, no. You're all off.

Sit down.

Uh, Dorothy, you remember

Jeffrey Matthews?

No, I don't, dear.

I introduced you to him

at the convention.

He smokes a pipe. Oh, yes.

Yeah, well, his son is

out here for the summer.

He's a wonderful boy... er, man.

He's a college man.

A-a-a real serious student

and accomplished musician.

Daddy...

Now, naturally,

Jeffrey would like to think

that his boy was dating

the right kind of girl.

Daddy, how could you?

Francie! How could you?

How could I what?

Oh, gosh, Mom, you know

how I feel about dates.

But I thought you

enjoyed yourself.

Oh, that hot-wet-hand-set.

Oh, it's so icky!

I... I mean, breathing down

a person's neck.

Well, now, take Dizzy

Maynard, for instance.

Now, there's a perfectly

swell guy

when he's helping me dissect

snails in a biology class.

On a date, ugh,

he gets all unglued.

Well, he probably was nervous.

He was only a mess.

Oh, Daddy, I mean,

I... I don't mean to be edgy

or rude to you, but...

Oh, gee, I've got

a real serious problem.

Darling, why didn't you tell us?

Oh, what is it, Francie?

Money.

Money?

I've got to raise a mint

in a hurry.

Well, how much is a mint?

Well, including what I have

on hand, an extra...

21.50 would do it.

21.50 is too much.

Oh, Pop, please.

Oh, Pop, it could

mean sheer heaven

or months and months

of stark solitude.

Do you know what

she's talking about?

No, I don't.

Well, you see, what I

need the money for is...

a surfboard.

A surfboard? A surfboard?

A surfboard! I mean, I'm a

perfectly good swimmer,

and, gee, I'd be

extra-super careful.

Oh, please!

Now, honest, surfing

is out of this world!

You just can't imagine the

thrill of shooting the curl!

Well, it positively surpasses

every living emotion

I've ever had!

You must admit, dear,

she does make it

sound attractive.

Well, I don't mind learning

my daughter enjoys the pleasures

of an outdoor sport...

Oh, but, Daddy,

surfing is very outdoorish!

Oh, please?

But it's too much money.

Oh, Daddy, I'd work

like a slave for it.

Please?

The sound you now hear

is your little baby girl,

the one you'd do anything for.

I would do anything

for her, but...

Russ, it is Francie's

birthday next month.

Oh, for my birthday!

Would that ever be cool!

He's going to do it!

Oh, he's going to do it!

Oh, you doll, you!

Oh, Daddy,

you've made me so happy!

Honest to goodness, Mama,

this surfboard

is a gilt-edge guarantee

for a summer of sheer happiness.

Oh, I'm not so sure, darling,

that there are such guarantees.

Hi!

Uh, remember me?

My name is Francie.

Aw, Kahuna...

Hi, Francie.

Hi.

Don't mind him.

He's a quiet one.

Oh, it's just what Moondoggie

fished out yesterday.

I was looking for Stinky.

I... I got the money

for my board.

Gosh, I can hardly wait

to try it out.

You done much surfing?

Uh, no, not too much.

Yesterday was my first.

Boy, was it ever exciting!

It was like nothing

I ever felt before!

Whoop! We're on an elevator

headed for the sky.

And then, zoom! Speeding across

the ocean, on top of the world!

It was the ultimate!

The big kick, huh?

Sounds like you're a goner, kid.

And what a way to go.

Coming out, Kahuna?

Naw, I got to brew up

my morning java first.

Oh, let me do it. I'm a

wizard in the kitchen,

and, well, besides, I have

to wait for Stinky, anyway.

All right, wizard,

the job's yours.

Hey, gee, this is neat.

Why, somebody

could almost live here.

Hello, Mary.

We do. Flyboy and me.

When I get you back to Peru,

I'm going to dump you with the

rest of your feathered relatives.

You're going to Peru?

And I mean it.

What?

You're going to Peru?

Yeah, either there or Hawaii.

You know, got to follow the sun.

You can't mean...

I'm a surf bum.

You know, ride the waves,

eat, sleep,

not a care in the world.

Here...

You hear that?

The sea left its whisper

in there.

That's the secret

to the whole thing.

Well... well, how do...

Excuse me,

I... I don't mean to be nosy.

Who's nosy?

What do you want to know,

angel? My life's an open book.

Well, it... it may be

awfully naive of me,

but when do you work?

Oh, yeah, well,

I tried that once,

but there were too many hours

and rules and regulations.

Nobody ever consulted me about

what flight I was in the mood for.

You mean, the Air Force?

Yeah.

When that Korean bit was over, I knew there

was one thing I didn't want in life...

chains.

And the others?

They're all bums too?

No...

No...

No, they just like to surf.

For them, it's a summer romance.

For me,

it's a full-time passion.

What'll happen to your future?

I mean, doesn't everybody have

to have a goal or something?

Who said?

There's your answer, little one.

"Who said."

The swells are getting pretty big.

I'll see you later.

Come on.

Hi! How's the water?

Gee, you look neat.

Hello, Francie.

How's it going?

I say, there's nothing like

this in England, you know.

There'll always be

a Santa Monica.

Hey, now. Hey, what's up?

How about that tunnel back there.

Did you see it, huh?

It was a beauty,

a great piece of chop.

Francie...

have you met the whole crew yet?

Waikiki. Aloha.

You know Stinky, of course...

fastest parking attendant

West of the Rockies.

When he works. Very funny.

Yeah, who works

when the surf's good.

That's Lord Byron. The beard

means he digs existentialism.

Hot Shot, big fraternity man,

and Lover Boy.

He'll tell you all about himself.

He sure will.

Oh, hey, hey, hey!

Oh, oh, oh! Watch it!

And Moondoggie,

your heroic lifesaver.

Oh, we're all friends.

Please, no tourists, Kahuna.

Hey, Francie's no tourist.

She's got a real yen

to pick up on surfing.

That gidget?

A gidget.

Hey, wait a minute, fellows.

Let me in on the gag too, huh?

You see, it's arrived

at through osmosis.

Yeah.

Girl and midget... a gidget.

All right, let's have

a little respect

for a cash customer, huh?

Cash customer?

Cash?

You bring the moolah?

Money?

Pounds? Pounds? Money?

Oh, you nice wahine.

Money gidget bringer.

What a bundle.

Ah, beautiful.

Yeah, and warm.

Crazy, crazy.

Hey, fellows,

we're eating again.

Aren't we? Aren't we,

Stinky, eating? Huh?

Yeah, I guess.

You guess. You sure do.

Hey, maybe we

could let the Gidget

run delivery service

from the hot dog stand.

Boolee! Boolee.

Oh, I'd be glad to!

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