Small Town Girl Page #2

Synopsis: Kay is a girl living in a small rural town whose life is just too dull and repetitious to bear. One night, she meets young, handsome, and rich Bob Dakin, who asks her for directions while drunk and then proceeds to take her out on a night on the town. Kay likes the stranger, and when the drunken Bob decides that they should get married, Kay hesitates little before consenting. The morning after the affair, Bob, once sober, regrets his mistake. His strict and upright parents, however, insist that the young couple pretend marriage for 6 months before divorcing, in order to avoid bad publicity. Bob resents Kay for standing in the way of him and his fiancée, Priscilla, but Kay still hopes that he'd have a change of heart.
 
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1936
106 min
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ready for his pudding.

I'm coming.

June's getting more

like George every day.

Do you think so, papa?

Kay thinks she looks like me.

What is the pudding, mama.

Maybe the baby can have some.

Where have you been all these years?

Saturday, rice pudding.

Sunday, snow pudding.

Monday, raisin pudding.

Oh, there's George. I'll get his dinner.

No, never mind. I'll get it.

Here, pop.

Well, for the life of me,

I can't see what folks see in football,

Riding 3 hours on a cold day,

Sitting on a cold plank,

Watching them kick a ball around.

Not my idea of fun.

Well, how's my little angel?

Ohh!

No, Junie, eat your pudding.

It's good for little girl.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

She's more like you every day, George.

Kay says she looks like Emily.

Here's your dinner.

Elmer will be right over.

He's at the barber shop

getting all fixed up.

I think I'll help you

at the store tonight.

No, you run along someplace with Elmer.

I'll manage.

Take a ride in his new ford.

I say, take a ride in his car.

Well, I can't see it,

Riding 3 hours both ways on a cold day,

Sitting on a cold plank...

just to watch a ball kicked around.

Not me.

One more bite, Junie.

Grow a big girl for papa.

Now, baseball, yes.

There's a game for you-Baseball.

Well, you can sit in

your shirtsleeves...

on a nice summer's afternoon,

Sip a coca-Cola.

Get my paper, Kay.

I wouldn't ride 3 hours on a cold

day to see the president play!

Come on, Junie,

One teeny-weeny bite.

Junie darling!

Don't. You can't do that.

You've got to start minding mama, dear.

Here, pop.

Let me help you take your shoes off.

What's gotten into you, Kay?

You usually raise the dickens

When I take my shoes off.

Well, we don't want things

any different around here.

We want to have them just the same,

Day in and day out,

And you don't see what

the president's about,

And mother declares she'd just as soon

Not look at a paper,

there's so many murders,

And George guesses this

country can get along

Without anybody's help.

Anybody home?

There's Elmer, Kay.

Come in, Elmer.

I said, come in!

And if Elmer Clampitt says

"Keep your chin up" once more,

I'll scream!

Well, hello, everybody.

Can I come in?

Well...

Oh, hi, Mr. Brannan.

You keeping your chin up these days?

Ha ha! Sit down, Elmer.

Uh, Kay is busy right now.

Won't you have some of my rice pudding?

Uh...

we will.

Hi, June.

You know, she's getting to look

more like you every day, George.

Kay's as nervous as a cat tonight,

Dropping things.

I said, dropping things.

Yeah, I understand.

Whoa, there.

Did I touch you?

No, no.

It's all right.

Well, if I scared you to death,

I'll find a pair of angel's wings

And fly up an apology.

Only, I doubt if I

could crash the gates.

Why, I'm all right, thank you.

That's good.

Maybe you're right enough

To tell me how to get out of this.

How do you mean?

Well, if I don't get out

of this thundering herd,

I gonna have to grow a beard

And shoot from the saddle.

It is a kind of a jam, I guess.

Yeah. Look, where and

how far is Tait's tavern?

Tait's tavern? Why,

uh, it's about 4 miles

Down the main road,

the way you were going.

Yeah, but I mean,

isn't there a shortcut?

Why, uh, yes, I guess so.

Um, you've got to get

through the traffic

And take that street by the church.

Go left for 3 blocks

Till you come to a gas

station on your right,

Then turn right,

And that will take you right to...

Tait's.

Uh-Huh.

I see.

Now, keep going for two blocks-

No, 3. 3 blocks. Then what?

Then a gas station on your right.

Turn right.

Ah, let's skip all that.

You leap in and show me the way.

Oh, no, really, it's easy.

Just 3 blocks-

Yeah, but I'm a blockhead for blocks.

Come on. You were going

that way, weren't you?

Why, no. Well, come on, then.

I'll drop you whenever you want.

All right.

Goodness!

Goodness? What's the matter, goodness?

Just the way you did that.

Ha ha! Impatient sort of fellow, me.

Hate to be hemmed in by things.

I'd be a terrible failure in jail.

That's my trouble, they tell me.

Did you come from the game?

That wasn't any game, goodness.

That was a blue parade.

Harvard couldn't even get off

Its 5-Foot bookshelf.

You're only about 5 feet

yourself, aren't you?

You live here?

Yes.

This sleepy, little town?

Uh-Huh.

You don't look very sleepy.

Well, I guess I'm not... very.

Oh, wait a minute. We turn here.

Now, right to your right

About 4 miles straight on,

And then you'll come to the tavern.

So you're not sleepy, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Just walk around.

Whom with, goodness?

By myself.

With yourself? What's the matter

With the boys in this town?

Do they all wear gimps or something?

No.

They just all keep their chin up.

Well, that's perfect, then.

Close the door. Come on

over to Tait's with me.

Oh, no, really, I couldn't.

Thanks very much.

Why not?

Well, I just couldn't.

Oh, of course you can.

I'll bring you back whenever you want.

You've been there, haven't you?

Once in the daytime

when it caught on fire.

We followed the engine.

I don't think it's burning now,

But that doesn't stop it from being fun.

Come on.

Aw, come on.

There'll be a big crowd

there from the game.

We'll put vine leaves in our hair,

Crush a gallon of grapes,

Hang them over our ears,

And then I'll bring you back

Before you change into a pumpkin.

How about it?

I don't know all you're saying, but-

But what?

But I will.

That's all.

Yonder lies Canaan, goodness.

The seas have opened before us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Forgot to dump the brake.

Behold the cadaver,

The stiff, the corpse.

What's the matter with him?

Well, he lost his coat

in the third quarter

To the man in back of us.

Kind of complained of the heat and died,

So I put him on ice so

that he wouldn't spoil.

Hey, come on out of your

diving bell, Mr. Page.

You've hit a reef.

I want that you should meet a

little dairymaid that I found.

Found her riding behind her

spanking brace of Holstein.

Pleased to meet you.

Ohh!

Come on, goodness.

Honest to john.

When we roughhouse poor old Harvard

They will holler boola boo

When all together we cheer her name

When we cheer her with heart and soul...

Dr. Dakin, my friend.

Taity, my nemesis.

Look, have you got a nice

table for 21/2 people?

Like sardines we are,

But always room for you.

Johnny, table for Dr.

Dakin in the corner.

Right this way, please.

Hiya, Bob. Great game, wasn't it?

Hello, Bob.

Hello, Bob.

Are you ready to order?

Certainly. Always ready to order.

Johnny.

Let's sit in this cloister

And meditate, goodness,

And don't let the stillness

out here frighten you.

How about some champagne

For me to drink out of your slipper?

Champagne? Why, I don't know.

I've nev-

Yes. I think that

Would be very nice.

Good, only not out of your slipper.

Much too little.

Two bottles

Of extra dry imported french champagne,

You know, that the Mexicans make

Just south of Sacramento.

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John Lee Mahin

John Lee Mahin (August 23, 1902, Evanston, Illinois – April 18, 1984, Los Angeles) was an American screenwriter and producer of films who was active in Hollywood from the 1930s to the 1960s. He was known as the favorite writer of Clark Gable and Victor Fleming. In the words of one profile, he had "a flair for rousing adventure material, and at the same time he wrote some of the raciest and most sophisticated sexual comedies of that period." more…

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