Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation Page #7

You know, I- | I'd be a much more religious man...

if something just happened | to that darned TV.

Now, it isn't as if I was praying...

for lightning | to strike the whole industry.

It's just this one particular set.

And-And when I think that our son...

is going blind or nutty | or maybe both...

it's-

- It's dead. | - What's dead?

The TV.

I called the man. | He says it's probably a tube.

But he'll have to send | to San Francisco for a new one.

Well, do you know what I think | you both ought to do?

If there's a church open, | I can be ready in five minutes.

No, no, no. The Spatterbox.

Well, now, honey, I'm not gonna | do anything about the Spatterbox...

until I know what it is.

It's a boat, darling. A sailboat.

Only yesterday, Reggie told me that he | can get one for us whenever we want it.

- "Reggie"? | - Or "Reg," as I call him.

- Where'd you see him? | - I had lunch with him.

Can you sail a boat?

Didn't you know that your dad | once sailed in the Bermuda Cup race?

- Did you really? | - When?

- Yesterday. | - Then we can see the eclipse.

- How about it, Dad? | - Where?

Oh, in a discreet | little shrimp-burger joint.

- Can we, Dad? Please? | - No, no, just a minute. Just a minute, son.

If I may be so bold-

Well, we were reading | The Brothers Karamazov together.

C- Can We- | Can we what? Can we-

- Go out on the boat and see the eclipse? | - What eclipse?

Didn't you read about it in the papers? | You can't see it from the land.

You gotta be in a boat off the point. | Can we, Dad? Please?

Your dad may not be familiar | with this kind of boat.

But if he sailed in a big race-

Don't you think we could, Dad? | Just you and me.

Uh, I, uh-

It has been a long time.

Okay, partner. We'll give it a try.

- Whoopee! | - Okay.

Oh, good. | I'll give Reg a ring tonight...

and I'll make all of the arrangements.

It was the old, old story.

Once again, the husband | was the last to know.

Oh, um-

What's your problem?

- Nothing. | - Well, where's Byron?

He, uh- He went into Carmel...

with a couple ofhis old classmates.

At least, that's what he told me.

Well, I guess I'll turn in.

- Good night, sweetheart. | - Good night, Daddy.

Yes.! Yes, darling, of course.

Yes, yes! Daddy, | it's Stan on the phone from Chicago.

- He wants to talk to you. | - Oh, not me, honey, not after that chicken-out.

- But, Daddy, it's about a job. | - I don't care what it's about.

- I don't want anything else to do with that fellow. | - Oh, but I-I-

- Rog, don't be unreasonable. | - I'm not being unreasonable.

There's a fundamental weakness | in that fellow- a basic lack of character.

And if you're smart, | you'll hang up on him. Now, Susan-

- Daddy, I- - Now, Susan, I'm | telling you this for your own good.

I think your dad is quite right, darling.

Stan's behavior | has been absolutely inexcusable.

- Absolutely inexcusable. | - But, Daddy-

And for the meantime, you can come | right back home and stay with us.

Your old room is still there | waiting for you, you know.

We can put Peewee and Peter | in Janie's old room right next to Dad.

On the other hand, of course, we certainly | don't want to be unfair to the boy.

- Oh, Daddy, you're a darling! | - No, no, no.

There are always two sides | to a situation.

You can't condemn a man without even | listening to what he has to say for himself.

- Can you? | - Of course not.

You don't need to worry. | Just tell him exactly what you told me.

- Now, here he is. Daddy, here. | - Now, wait, wait.

Let's get one thing straight. If he doesn't | have a darned good explanation-

- I understand, Daddy. | - All right, now, as long as that's understood.

Hi, boy! Uh-huh.

Oh, n-nothing to explain, fella. | Nothing-

We understand perfectly. | Now, what's this you've got on your mind?

Uh-huh. Yes.

Yeah-Well, Stan, of course.

- Now, what's his name? | - I have all that, Daddy!

Now, Stan- Now, listen. | Why don't you just leave this up to us?

Now, you go on to Rochester | or wherever you have to go...

and-and just don't give it | another thought.

We'll give this fella Turner | the "A" treatment.

Caviar, champagne, | the red carpet, everything.

He's as good as sewed up right now. | Okay? All right.

Oh, and-and Peggy | sends her love to ya.

- Bye, now. | - I love you, Daddy.

- Oh, I love you. | - I love you too, dear.

You just don't know what it's like | to be out of a job like that for so long...

with a wife and-and two babies | depending on you.

You get so worried, | so ashamed somehow...

that you say things- both of you- | that you don't really mean.

Yeah, I suppose so. I suppose so.

Well, we're gonna have company.

Stan's in line for a spot | with General Research...

and the boss man's driving down the coast | with his wife on a vacation.

So I asked Stan to have him | come over here and have a drink with us.

- Oh, wonderful. | - Stan says this is absolutely the greatest, Mother-

this General Research Foundation.

But it's so stuffy! He says it's run | like a cathedral or something-

a cathedral of science.

And this Mr. Turner's set to put | his personal okay on everyone they accept.

Family, background, everything. | Character-

But he says once you're in, | the sky's the limit.

- Come on upstairs, darling. | - Well, well, well, he's in. Don't worry about that.

We'll show him | the kind of background Stan has.

Good. You coming up, Rog?

Yes, as soon as I finish the paper.

Yes. Yes.

Thought you had me that time, | didn't ya?

I don't like you!

Mommy! Mommy!

Ah, you little creep.

Mommy.!

- Oh, boy! Which one is it, Mr. McHugh? | - I'll show you.

You're a lucky lad, you know, | to be taking your first sail...

with an old Bermuda Cup man | like your father.

You'll probably find it a bit tricky at first | after the big stuff you've been used to.

But once you get the feel of a boat | that responds like a Spatterbox...

you'll get a great kick out of it.

- It that the one? | - Yes, that's her- Dashaway.

- The one with the blue and white sails? | - That's right.

And a brand-new sail at that.

- Uh, one thing you'll have to watch at first. | - What's that?

You may find she's got too much weather helm, | but you'll get used to it.

I dare say, | I'll be able to handle it satisfactorily.

Fine. Off you go then.

- Whoops! | - Whoops! There, now. See you off the point.

- Dad, what are we doing? | - Look out.!

- Check your boat! | - Henry, he's going to hit us!

Drop your centerboard! | Drop your centerboard!

All right. What- | Drop the centerboard, son!

- Which one? | - That lever right there. Pull it towards me. That's it.

- You're gonna hit us! | - Be careful!

- Don't you hit us! | - Sorry!

- Go away! Go away! | - There we go.

This is wonderful, Dad. | I didn't know it would be so much fun.

Watch out! Here comes a big one!

Nice work, Dad. Hey! | Get out of the way, buddy!

Get out of the way! | Oh, boy! Great, Dad.

Just great.

Hey, why don't you watch | where you're goin'!

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