Love Finds Andy Hardy Page #4

and buy you an ice cream soda.

Will you, Andy?

But it's kind of far, and it's liable to snow

before we get there and dad's using our car.

Mother's chauffeur can drive us down

before he starts for Chicago.

That's right. l never thought of that.

Let's go!

Yes, sir. Some boat, all right.

The radiator cap alone would make you

feel like you was a millionaire.

Hello, folks.

What'll it be?

Chocolate soda with

vanilla ice cream, please.

-Make it two, buddy.

-You bet.

Something about ice cream sodas

makes a fella feel...

...as though he's wasting time with

meat and vegetables. Ain't it the truth?

-Hello, Cynthia.

-How do you do, Mr. Hardy?

Hey, Cynthia, wait a minute.

-Cynthia!

-Pardon me, Mr. Hardy.

l'm not in the habit of being practically

knocked down by casual acquaintances.

Casual acquaintances!

What are you mad about?

There are plenty of boys

l could go around with.

No, you can't go around

with anybody but me.

l don't even have to go

to the dance with you.

Oh, yes, you do.

You promised.

l wasn't crazy about Beezy...

...but at least he didn't

go out with other girls.

Oh, her? Oh, she's just a little kid

visiting next door.

Dad told me to be nice to her.

lt won't happen again.

l'll see you every day, every minute.

l'll monopolize you.

-This afternoon?

-Whatll we do?

Beezy could always think

of something for us to do.

We could go and watch

basketball practice.

l don't like basketball.

-l used to like to roller skate.

-l don't like to roller skate.

l don't suppose you'd like to

play a set of tennis.

Why, l'd love to.

Oh, l have the loveliest new sports outfit.

Well, you be at my house at 2:00.

-Excuse me for running away, Betsy.

-lt's all right.

You see, l can't afford

to fight with Cynthia.

-ls she your girl?

-No.

l gotta be nice to her till after Christmas.

You expecting her to give you

a special present?

No.

Look, this is a secret:

l bought a car.

l paid 1 2 bucks down on it and

promised to pay 8 more by the 23rd.

That's why l gotta be nice to her.

-l don't get it.

-Cynthia's Beezy Anderson's girl.

He's away, and he promised to pay me

to keep the other fellas away from her.

She's just an installment on a car to me.

Polly Benedict's my real girl,

but she's away too.

Sometimes l wonder if it's all worthwhile.

Twenty bucks!

Mother said in case l needed extras...

...so if you wouldn't mind, Andy,

l'd like to pay for the sodas.

-No. l asked you.

-Please?

Why, l don't do things that way.

Andy...

...you need that 8 bucks

pretty badly, don't you?

You're darn tooting l do.

l'd love to give you the $8, Andy.

No. l couldn't take money from a woman.

Not even if she's just a child?

l couldn't even borrow it from you.

-You wouldn't have to be nice to Cynthia.

-You don't understand.

Polly being away, the girl l take to

the dance has gotta be sensational.

l'll bet Cynthia's got

a sensational evening dress.

No, l can't afford to fight with Cynthia,

not a man in my position.

Then it isn't the $8.

Well, it's both the $8 and Cynthia.

l gotta take Cynthia to the dance

to get $8 for the car...

...and l gotta have a car

to take anybody to the dance.

Well, then you won't really

enjoy taking Cynthia?

Well, even if she dances like a horse...

...it's an awful long ride

home in the dark.

Augusta, you must realize we're

accustomed to the best of everything.

l want you to pay particular

attention to the coffee.

You call that coffee? That's mud.

That's what it is, mud.

Augusta, do you realize

you are being insulting?

l quit. Any house that calls

that mud coffee, l don't work in.

-Oh, but, Augusta, l--

-Marian?

Well, well, well,

what seems to be the difficulty?

-She insulted my coffee.

-Mud.

Any house that calls that mud coffee, l quit.

l don't work there.

But, Dad, you said yourself it was excellent.

lt is. lt's fine coffee.

Yes, Augusta, it's fine coffee.

Of course, only amateur coffee.

l know you could do much better.

l'll try, Your Honor.

We'll reserve that ''Your Honor''

for the courtroom.

Okay, judge.

Come along, Marian.

We ought to write to Mother.

Anyhow, it was mud.

That's what it was, mud.

But, Dad, the bathroom was filthy.

The towels were black.

Where he accumulates

such filth and grease--

You can't please her.

She hollers if l wash and hollers if l don't.

He has no more conception

of cleanliness than--

-Than a tomcat?

-Exactly.

You see? She wants me

to lick myself clean.

lf he thinks l'll clean up after him,

he's wrong.

Oh, l'll do that.

lt'll be easy after twins at the Tompkins' .

Thank you, Augusta.

l'll go.

Everybody spoils Andy because

he's the baby in the family.

Baby? Dad, am l gonna have to be

insulted until l'm 80?

lt won't happen again, Marian.

Special delivery.

She all right, Dad?

Mother's well and sends her love.

They don't know about

Grandmother Forrest yet.

Pretty serious, l guess.

What do you say, with Grandma Forrest

so sick, we give up our social engagements?

Well, what is it that Grandmother Forrest

always asks you when you visit her?

''Are you having a good time?''

l think that's your answer, Andy,

in Grandmother's own words.

l'll get it.

Hello?

Just a minute.

-lt's for you, Andy.

-Who is it?

The same one. Cynthia.

lt's the fourth time today.

-She ought to move here and save money.

-Oh, smart cracks.

Hello, Cynthia?

Yes, Cynthia.

Well, anything you wanna do.

Why, sure, l'd like to.

Yes, ma'am.

l mean, certainly, Cynthia.

All right, Cynthia.

Goodbye.

Well, l don't think you're

very amusing, Andy.

What else is there to do

at a pool except swim?

lf you can't think of anything

to amuse me--

Okay, okay, watch me.

Andy! Stop it, Andy! Stop!

Really, there's no need

to practically drown me.

l'm sorry. Come on in.

The water's swell.

No, my hair would get wet.

Oh, well, can't you dry it?

Andrew, l haven't ordinary hair

like some girls.

Special hair like mine is a great

responsibility. l never get it wet.

You'll get wet if you swim,

get muscles if you play tennis--

-Other boys would be glad of a chance--

-Don't get mad...

...but you don't need a bathing suit to sit.

Can't you think of something else to do?

Well, we....

We could take a walk.

Say, that's not a bad idea.

l know just the place.

lt's a little longer than

the regular way home, but....

Well, l finally found something

you like to do.

Well, doesn't it interest you?

Well, l'm not exactly doing you any favors.

Would you rather be swimming?

What do you think?

Hey, Andy! Andy, come in a minute,

l wanna talk to you.

All right, but l can't make it long.

lf l'm late for dinner, l'll catch it.

-What's up?

-Come here. l got something to show you.

What is it?

lt's a--

Must have been that

jelly sandwich that l had.

Come on in here.

What's all the mystery?

l got you a present.

l hope you like it.

Well, what do you know?

Do you like it?

Why, it's the best present l ever got.

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