Love Finds Andy Hardy Page #7

Excuse me, Judge Hardy.

l just came over to see how Andy--

Marian said l could wait here

until you got back.

-Where is Marian?

-Going over the household accounts.

She can't figure out why food

costs so much.

About that other business,

do whatever you think l deserve.

l'll tell you what l'm gonna

do about that, Andrew.

l'm going down to Peter Dugan's

place tomorrow morning...

...and get you your car.

-Gosh! Thanks, Dad!

-Andy, you'll have your own car!

Sure! l got my new car!

-Good night, Betsy.

-Good night.

Good night, and thanks again.

lt's swell when both fellas think

the other guy done him a favor.

-''Did.''

-Did. And how.

-Good night, Betsy.

-Good night, Dad.

-Andy.

-Yeah?

What are you going to do

about your two girls?

Gosh-all hemlock.

l can't take two girls to a dance.

We've gotta figure out how

to settle things without any trouble.

l wanna take Polly.

She's the best-looking girl in Carvel.

But l can't get rid of Cynthia.

Cynthia's a stunner.

She's gonna wear a sensational dress.

But if l take Cynthia to the dance,

Polly will never speak to me again.

Andy, what if Cynthia accidentally

learned about Polly...

-...and Polly about Cynthia?

-Don't even speak it. Then l'd have no girl.

We couldn't have that, could we?

But suppose you found another girl

that Polly wouldn't be jealous of.

You don't understand.

Sensational girls don't come

a dime a dozen in Carvel.

Well, does she have to be

so awfully sensational?

Does she have to be sensational?

To drive up in my new car...

...me in my tuxedo,

to say nothing of the opera hat?

Does she have to be sensational?

l see.

l guess no girl in the world would be

sensational enough for that.

-Good night, Andy.

-Good night, Betsy.

How long does it take for a letter

to get from Carvel to Chicago and back?

l don't know. lt depends

how quickly it's answered. Why?

Nothing. l was just wondering why Mother

hadn't answered my last letter.

-Good night, Andy.

-Good night, Betsy.

Polly, if you're still my girl

after this mess is cleared up...

...l'll never go in for polygamy again.

There's a lot of power,

but l can't let her out all the way yet.

Yes, l can feel it straining

at the leash right now.

Wait just a minute, Dad.

l'll get it. l'll get it.

When l put my new radiator cap on,

we'll go for a long drive.

l think l'd better stay close to the

house in case there's word from Mother.

lt's kind of a tough day before Christmas,

ain't it-- lsn't it?

Especially for Mother.

After that business in the drugstore,

l had to explain to you.

-Awfully sweet of you.

-You mustn't ever be jealous of me.

Andy's simply thrilled

he's taking you to the dance.

-He says you're different.

-l don't know.

You have an important

social position...

...and with a big formal dance, he

couldn't afford to take you any old way.

Well?

So he bought a car

so he could bring you in style.

l wish l could be there to see you looking

gorgeous in a new evening dress...

...driving up with Andy in his own car

and everybody staring and....

-Have you seen the car?

-Yes. He showed it to me at Dugan's...

...where he's buying it.

Well, this is Dugan's now.

And here's Andy's car. They've

got it all fixed up and ready for him.

Does he expect me to ride

in this junk heap?

Your dress might get dirty, but

he'll cover the seat with a piece of carpet--

Me, in a thing like this.

Well, l'll have a few words

to say to Mr. Andrew Hardy.

Of all the nerve. Well!

Ive never been so insulted in all my life.

You aren't fit to take a girl out

who's been used to the very best.

Don't you ever try to see me again,

Mr. Hardy.

Riding in such a wreck. Its insulting!

Dont ever come to my house again.

And dont you ever try

to see me again, ever!

lf you don't stop hollering, you're liable

to get big muscles all over your face.

Hey, Betsy! Oh, boy, oh, boy!

What do you think has happened?

-What? Tell me!

-Cynthia won't go to the dance!

That's a shame. She had such

a sensational evening dress.

We're gonna go and square it with Polly.

l don't think l'd better.

l don't know Polly.

You'd love Polly. l'm sure she'd like you.

Come on, she adores children. Come on.

Come on, Betsy. Come on in.

Hello, Polly.

-l see you got my message.

-Yes.

The butler gave me your message,

and it was very clear.

Don't be sore at me.

l can explain everything.

lf you can explain this,

you're smarter than l think you are.

Smarter than l thought you were.

Can l come in and talk to you

for just a minute?

l suppose one can't very well turn

a former friend from the door.

l only took the other girl out while you were

away. You weren't gonna be here--

You didn't know until

the day before l left.

-You gotta be polite to people, don't you?

-Did you take walks with her?

No.

A fellow has gotta have a little exercise.

-Did you put your arm around her?

-No.

Maybe just a little bit.

You-- You kissed her too.

Polly, you make it sound--

l didn't like it. Honest, l didn't...

...very much.

Don't be mad.

l don't like any other girl except you.

All the time,

l was wishing you were here.

Who's the girl?

l can't tell you, Polly.

Andrew Hardy, you tell me who she is.

Cynthia Potter.

That awful red-headed creature?

-Andy, how could you?

-l don't know, Polly.

l must have been out of my mind,

but l needed $8.

Beezy said he'd give it to me

if l'd date up Cynthia for him.

-What?

-You see, it was only for financial reasons.

For money?

Andrew Hardy, that's the most

contemptible, the most--

You're nothing but a gigolo.

l never want to see you again

as long as l live.

Polly!

Polly, wait a minute.

Besides, when l got your message, l made

a date with a man from New York.

And he's wearing

full dress and a silk hat.

Wait till you see who he is.

Polly.

Well?

She never wants to see me again.

l doubt if Thomas Edison

himself could have done better.

lt's lovely, Dad, but l do think Andrew

might have helped a little.

He's sitting in, walking around, polishing

and pouring out his heart to his new car.

But it is about time he came in.

Well, anyway, the tree's done.

Well, why don't you sleep out here...

-...or take the car to bed with you?

-l wouldn't get to sleep anyway, Pop.

l guess l was just too smart

for myself this time.

First l had two girls and no car,

and now l got a car and no girl.

There just isn't any justice.

Andrew...

...for years l've been administering justice

as l thought the guilty ones deserved it.

You'd be surprised at the number

of people who define justice...

...as something they think

they'd like to get.

-Why don't you go to the dance alone?

-Stag? No.

The fellows would think l couldn't

get a girl. l'd be ruined.

l just can't take any girl.

She's gotta be a knockout.

Well, that's not exactly

a new thought either.

-Well, don't stay out here too long.

-l won't.

Betsy, you've grown up.

Am l sensational?

l'll say.

Andy, even though l'm only a little girl,

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