Gregory's Girl Page #7

Can't have any time exposures.

That would ruin

the image definition.

Don't want to ruin

the image definition, eh?

Right.

So that means a fast shutter...

say at the outside, uh...

125th of an elephant.

-Sounds fine.

-Fine.

You coming?

I'd be quite interested

in the results, though.

Want to make an advance order

on some 8-by-10s?

Yeah. Put me down for six.

No. Make it half a dozen.

Listen,

I want to tell you something.

Do you know when you sneeze...

it comes out your nose

at a hundred miles per hour?

Really?

Ah-choo! Just like that.

One more number--

home by...

I've got to be.

OK, Mr. Spaceman.

I'll walk you home.

-Really?

-Mm-hmm.

I don't want to put you

to any trouble.

It's OK.

If you just want to walk me

to the bridge, that's fine.

All the way home. I don't mind.

I'll do the same for you

sometime.

Good.

That's good.

You've stopped kissing me

like I was your auntie.

Nobody's looking.

What's my auntie going to say

when I kiss her at Christmas?

Say something.

Three hundred and forty-two.

A million and nine.

How come you know

all the good numbers?

Thanks for seeing me home.

When can I see you again?

Tomorrow, history, 10:30.

I want a date.

OK, Mr. Spaceman.

12:
30, room seventeen, tomorrow.

We'll talk about it.

10-4.

Good night, Mr. Spaceman.

Three hundred and seventy-five.

Five thousand six hundred

and seventy-two.

How did it go?

Are you going to see her again?

Who? Dorothy?

Who else?

Well, maybe, Susan,

for instance.

Tell me. I'll hurt you.

-Tell me.

-OK, OK.

Dorothy didn't show up.

I met Carol and then Margo

and then Susan.

She's lovely.

We went into the park.

I think she likes me.

I'll see her tomorrow.

Did you kiss her?

No. Maybe tomorrow.

You liar! I saw you.

You kissed her

about fifty times.

You'll wake the mater and pater.

I better kiss you, too, then.

Hard work being in love, eh?

Especially when you don't know

which girl it is.

Yeah. I'll work on it.

Who's gonna be Gregory's girl?

You are.

Come on, Andy. Let's go home.

That's not the way to spell

Caracas, anyway.

What?

What do you mean?

Caracas is spelled with an "A"--

c-a-s, not c-u-s.

Well, why didn't you tell me

that before?

Could you not have told me that

four hours ago?

We've been standing here waiting

for ages.

Well, let's go home.

Come on.

We can start again tomorrow.

There's some nice girls

in third year.

They always go

for the older guys--

at least the nice ones do.

There's even a couple

of beauties in second year.

I saw them the other day

in the dining hall--

Jean and Louise.

Andy, I think

everything's gonna be all right.

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