Love Finds Andy Hardy Page #3

lf she made good coffee,

she must have got it out of a cookbook.

She calls that coffee?

Tastes like she put mucilage in it.

-lt's the worst l've ever tasted!

-Take it easy, Andy.

She did the best she could.

We don't want to hurt her feelings.

Leave it to me, Dad.

Marian, this is the best coffee

l've ever tasted.

Honestly, Andy?

That's sweet of you.

-l'll get another cup.

-Never mind. Don't bother.

-Oh, it's no bother.

-One cup is sufficient for a growing boy.

All right.

You saved my life. lf there's anything

l can ever do, say the word.

Thank you, Andrew.

Thank you.

There is something you could do for me.

-Just name it. A favor's a favor.

-The car's about due for a washing.

Yes, sir.

That just about makes us even, all right.

Mother left a note for you

to take some preserves over to the Drapers.

-Don't forget.

-Oh, yes. They have a visitor.

A new playmate for you.

Playmate? What do you think l do with my

spare time, dress dolls or something?

Excuse me, Andrew.

A companion.

-Their granddaughter from New York.

-A new girl?

-Yes.

-How old is she?

Oh, l think about 1 2 or 1 3.

Just a child.

l realized something.

l'm older than my years.

-Must have been Washington that done it.

-''Did'' it.

-Did it.

-Nevertheless...

...you'll have to humiliate yourself

and deliver the preserves.

l understand the little girl

next door sings.

Twelve years old and sings?

l'll go, Grandma.

How do you do?

Good morning.

l'm Betsy Booth.

Won't you come in?

My mother just sent these

over to your grandmother.

-You're Andy Hardy, aren't you?

-l live right next door.

l....

-l sing, you know.

-l know. l heard you.

Oh, that wasn't singing.

That was only practicing.

Well, go and practice.

Don't let me bother--

Oh, it's no bother. l love to....

l mean, l'd love to sing for you.

Some other time.

You just keep on practicing.

Music isn't the most important

thing to me.

-l play tennis. And l swim.

-Swell. Well, look, l gotta be going.

l gotta do something for my dad.

Wash the car.

l mean, tune it up.

Wash the carburetor and the spark plugs.

l might even look at the motor.

l bet after you work on it

it'll pass every car on the road.

Well, l wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Well, l gotta be running.

Well, maybe--

Could l help you?

No. lt's a special job.

My father won't even do it.

l'll see you later.

Goodbye.

l'll never be able to get a man,

much less hold him.

No glamour.

No glamour at all.

Betsy, who was that?

Some of Mrs. Hardy's

preserves for you, Granny.

No glamour.

That's my trouble.

-Hi, Andy.

-Oh, hi, Beezy.

Say, l've gotta talk to you.

Very private and confidential.

Just when l was

getting ready to go to work.

Oh, well, come on.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

-l'm Augusta, the new cook.

-Oh, of course. Come right in.

-Hello there.

-Hello.

Say, did Andy go into the house?

l saw him sneaking

down the street with Beezy.

And if the car isn't washed,

he's going to catch it.

We're far enough away.

They couldn't hear us holler.

-What's on your mind?

-Andy...

-...l'm in love.

-Who is it this time?

-Cynthia Potter.

-That dizzy dame?

-Say, listen--

-There's no accounting for taste. Go on.

My folks are taking me away on a trip.

Three weeks!

l'm in the same boat.

Polly left today.

Andy, l don't suppose, as sort of a favor,

you'd date her up?

Keep the other guys away.

Me? Go after your girl?

Sure. When l get back,

you drop her cold.

-Then she's still my girl.

-That's a terrible trick to play.

-Andy, you've got to help me.

-No, no, no, no.

Look, if you do it,

l'll pay you for it.

Well, l suppose if you paid me

it'd make it more respectable.

-Just a straight business proposition.

-Sure.

You keep other guys

from dating Cynthia until l get back...

-...and l'll pay you four bits a week.

-Four bits a week?

Expose myself to a redheaded

vampire for four bits a week?

-Listen, l'll make it six bits.

-Look at you.

You're in love,

and all she means to you is six bits?

Beezy, you don't know what love is.

Look, l'll go one dollar.

That's as far as l'll go.

lt's a pleasure taking out Cynthia.

No, Beezy.

A dollar's not enough.

Well, how much do you want?

l need--

l want 8 bucks and expenses.

-Expenses?

-Think l want to ruin her reputation...

...having everybody say l'm a cheapskate?

You win. 8 bucks for the job

and 50 cents a week for expenses.

-Give me the 8 bucks.

-l haven't got it right now.

-Then the deal's off.

-When Mom gives me Christmas money...

-...l'll mail you the 8 bucks.

-When?

She'll give it to me

a week before Christmas.

Word of honor,

l'll have it before the 23rd.

-Word of honor.

-lt's a deal.

Leave it to me.

l've got a system with women.

After l give Cynthia the air,

she'll be tickled even with you, Beezy.

Hey, wait a minute.

How do l know you'll go through with it?

l know. Ask Cynthia to

the Christmas Eve dance now.

And if l know Cynthia,

you'll have to go through with it.

Say, that's not a bad idea.

After all, a redhead's a redhead.

l get into my tuxedo

for a cotillion in Washington--

Washington?

This little French girl

sees l'm a very good dancer.

She says, ''Pardonnez-moi.''

That's French for ''Excuse me.''

-She asked me to teach her the Big Apple.

-That's marvelous.

-Do you really like to dance?

-l sure do.

But that's with the right partner.

l'll bet you could dance swell.

Some girls like a fella

to hold them tight.

l bet you're different.

Fella would be too afraid.

Well, l am really delicate, but....

Well, it depends on who my partner is.

Well, would you like me if l was

your partner at the Christmas dance?

Why, Andrew!

You'll really take me

to the Christmas Eve dance?

l'd better go in.

Mother will wonder why l'm out so long.

Goodbye, Andrew, darling.

See you tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Say, she's my girl.

Don't forget that.

You hired me, didn't you?

-You didn't have to kiss her.

-l didn't. She kissed me.

That's it. You start your system

and she kisses you.

lt was a kiss of gratitude,

like a dog licking your hand.

Besides, l've gotta do

my wooing my way.

She's just 8 bucks and expenses to me.

You might at least wipe my girl's

lipstick off your face.

Hello.

Say, did you notice anything around here

about washing this car?

Yes, l had Mother's chauffeur do it.

-Mother's what?

-Mother's chauffeur.

-l heard your sister say you'd catch it.

-You've got a chauffeur?

Mother has.

The one that drives the town car.

-Town car? Here?

-Sure. lt brought me.

-How do you think l got here?

-How do l think she got here?

What kind of a car?

How many cylinders?

-Two hundred.

-Two hundred?

-Listen, no car has 200 cylinders.

-Hasn't it?

No.

Oh, then it's 200 horsepower

and only 1 2 cylinders.

Only 1 2 cylinders and 200 horsepower.

Children that don't know what's what

trusted with town cars.

Betsy? Your name is Betsy, isn't it?

Betsy, l'd like to repay the favor.

l'd like to take you to the drugstore

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