Splendor in the Grass

Deanie, please.

Bud, I'm afraid.

Oh, Bud.

Don't, Bud.

No.

We mustn't, Bud.

No. No.

Bud, don't be mad.

I'd better take you home.

We've had enough kissing for tonight.

Has Bud left?

Yes, Mom.

There's wonderful news tonight.

The Stamper Oil stocks, drink your milk,

went up 14 points today.

Think of it, honey.

That means if we sold those stocks,

we'd make $15,000.

Maybe we can even send you away

to college next year.

Well, we're not going to sell.

Your father says that everyone

at the Elks says...

...that the stocks are going up even higher.

Didn't Bud say anything about it tonight?

He doesn't now anything

about his father's business, Mom.

He doesn't care about that.

What were you and Bud doing all this time,

for heaven's sake?

We were studying together.

I'm going to bed, Mom. I'm awfully tired.

Now, Wilma Dean...

I want to talk to you.

Now, Wilma Dean, Bud Stamper could

get you into a whole lot of trouble.

And you know how I mean.

Boys don't respect a girl

they can go all the way with.

Boys want a nice girl for a wife.

Wilma Dean, you and Bud haven't gone

too far already, have you?

No, Mother.

Tell me the truth, Wilma Dean!.

No, Mom, we haven't gone too far.

That's a relief.

Mom?

Is it so terrible to have those feelings

about a boy?

No nice girl does.

Doesn't she?

No. No nice girl.

But, Mom...

...didn't you ever...

Didn't you ever feel that way about Dad?

Your father never laid a hand on me

until we were married.

And then...

...I just gave in because a wife has to.

A woman doesn't enjoy those things

the way a man does.

She just lets her husband...

...come near her in order to have children.

Deanie, what's troubling you?

Oh, nothing, Mom.

I'm just tired.

I want to go to bed now.

Now, Deanie...

...you tell Bud Stamper to bring you home

earlier after this...

...especially on school nights.

"Good night, sleep tight,

don't let the bedbugs bite. "

'Night.

"Our Father which art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name... "

Something wrong?

Wilma Dean and the Stamper boy

are in love.

They're in love, I tell you, Del!

Go back to sleep, Mama.

He'd be the catch of a lifetime, Del.

I hope we bring in a gusher

every day, Boss!.

Hold it! Hold it!.

Boss, Bud's here. Here's Bud!.

Come on in here, my boy.

Your old man will get us in trouble

with our wives...

...'cause we'll go home smelling

like home brew and they'll wonder why.

They'll want some, too.

- Get something to eat, Son.

- I gotta go up to bed now.

Wait a minute, Son. I want to talk to you.

You go on entertaining yourselves.

I'll have a few words with my boy here.

Have more of this venison.

You don't get meat like that anymore.

They don't make home brew

like that anymore.

It's pretty late for a boy

keeping football training, isn't it?

Come here. I want to talk to you, Son.

You're the captain of the team, Son.

Those other boys look up to you.

You gotta run with the ball.

I wasn't much older than you, Bud,

when I fell off that crown block...

...and I hit that rig floor.

And my running days was long gone.

So, you're doing the running

for both of us now, boy.

Listen, I brought in a well today.

She's flowing over 100 barrels an hour,

and our stocks are going way up.

Those big Eastern companies are beginning

to take notice of us.

Them people really beginning

to take notice of us.

- That's great.

- You been out with the Loomis girl?

- Yes, sir.

- Are you watching yourself with her?

You're not doing anything

you'll be ashamed of, are you?

No, sir.

She's a nice kid, Son. She's a good looker.

I've known her folks ever since

old Del and I were boys together.

I got nothing against them

'cause they're poor.

I'm not a snob or anything like that.

The only difference between me and Del

is that I got ambition.

Hey, Dad, I-

But if anything was to happen,

you'd have to marry her.

You'd have to marry her, Son.

You realize that, don't you?

You get a girl in trouble

and you gotta take the consequences.

- Dad, I'm not-

- Sit down.

- I want to talk to you-

- Sit down.

- I want to talk to you about that.

- All right.

All right, lay it on me. Come on.

Lay it on me. That a boy.

There we go, lay it on me.

Lay it on now. Lick like a bear.

We got a future, boy.

You and me, we got a future.

First, we'll get you an education.

The best. Four years at Yale.

Did I tell you a secret?

- I'll tell you a secret.

- What?

Come here.

My company is gonna merge

with one of those big Eastern companies.

I'm gonna put you in there, boy.

I'm lining up a future for you, boy.

I've been thinking about-

There ain't nothing in this world

that I wouldn't do for you, boy.

I know.

There's nothing I wouldn't do

if you do right.

If you do right, Bud!.

Now, don't disappoint me, Son.

Don't disappoint me, boy.

God knows I've had

one disappointment already.

- She asleep?

- Yes, finally.

- Is Sis back?

- Hello, Bud, darling.

Mother brought her home

from Chicago a little while ago.

Welcome home, Mom.

It was a miserable trip, just miserable.

How's Deanie?

I don't know.

I'm gonna go to bed, Dad.

I'm going to bed, too,

but I'm afraid I won't sleep a wink.

Yeah, you go to bed, Son.

You got a football game to win tomorrow.

I got all my hopes pinned on you now.

How're you men getting on in there?

Well, you certainly spoiled that girl.

First you send her off to finishing school.

She breaks all the rules

and they kick her out.

Then you send her off to university.

She goes hog wild

and flunks all her courses.

Then you had to learn your lesson

all over again, didn't you?

Let her go off to art school

in a wild place like Chicago.

She gets tied up with some cake-eater who

gets her into trouble so he can marry her.

Your lawyer got it annulled.

Damn right I got it annulled.

When I made it clear to "Mr. Cake-Eater"

that I'd cut off her allowance...

...he backed out in a hurry.

She's just a headstrong little flapper...

...but I'll keep her home

and teach her a little discipline.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna keep that young lady home,

teach her a little discipline.

If you think I'll stay

in this God-forsaken town...

...and have people gossip about me,

you've got another think coming.

I'll really give them something

to gossip about.

Why, Sister, you're up so early!.

I can't sleep in this house.

I'm going to California and live

with Aunt Blossom and study art.

Art who?

Welcome home, Miss Virginia.

Phoebe.

I hate it here. I'm a freak in this town.

Everybody stares at me

like I'm something out of a carnival.

'Cause you peroxide your hair

and paint your face like an Indian.

Good morning, everybody.

- Hey, how are you?

- Just great.

He's gonna make me stay home

a whole year just to punish me.

There aren't any more schools left

that'll have you.

There's nothing so distasteful-

This is the ugliest place

in the whole world.

Everywhere you look is an oil well,

even on the front lawn.

I'll bet you'd drill right here

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