Splendor in the Grass Page #7
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- 1961
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- What'd you find out?
- You were right.
- Who is she?
- She's a waitress.
Waitress?
In a pizza place. It's all right here.
Do you want a drink?
Bud, suppose you tell us-
He hasn't been applying himself.
I know my boy.
He could pass any course you offer here.
Flying colors, straight A's.
Thank you.
Suppose you tell us
what you think is the matter, Bud.
Have you really been interested
in your work here at Yale?
What difference does that make?
I sent you here to graduate.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dad, but-
Now why don't we just talk turkey, Son?
Tell us what's been on your mind.
What's been eating your time and energy?
A long-distance call from New York
for Mr. Stamper.
- Where can I take it?
- Urgent. Right this way, sir.
Is there anything you'd rather
be doing now than going to school here?
To tell you the truth, Dean Pollard,
I never wanted to do a thing but ranch.
But, Dad...
I've never had the belief
that everybody should go to college.
Well, maybe you could talk to him.
He isn't a very good listener really, is he?
I gotta get back to New York right away.
Bud, suppose you let me talk
to your father.
Yeah, sure. Thank you.
I'll see you back in your room, Son.
Dean Pollard, what's the matter
with people?
What do you mean?
The whole town of New York
is jumping out of windows.
I mean, they're quitting.
And things are gonna get back to normal
in a couple of days.
- You really think so?
- I know so! I know so!.
They've got to!. They've got to!.
Now, about the boy...
I'm gonna take him to New York with me.
I'll have him back here Monday morning
ready to settle down and go to work.
I must say, Mr. Stamper, I do not feel
that the boy should remain in school here.
Please don't give up on him.
Don't give up on him, Dean Pollard.
I had to go through something like this
with him once before.
and then that's all he can think about.
- I don't think that's it, Mr. Stamper.
- I think that's it! I think that's it!
I think I've known him a little bit longer
and a little bit better than you have!
I had to break something like this before!
I'll break it up again!
I'll have him Monday morning
ready to go to work!
Kewpie dolls.
Kewpie dolls.
Would you like a Kewpie doll
for your cutie-pie?
- Yeah. How much are they?
- $50.
All right, you fish $50 out of there
and you give me the rest back.
Thank you.
Thank you.
'Bye.
'Bye.
They all look the same in this town.
The newlyweds. Stand up.
Give the little girl a hand.
Hello, suckers.
I think I smell fresh money tonight.
I'm glad the stock market crash
didn't keep you from coming out tonight.
Tonight as I was walking
down Park Avenue to get a taxi...
...I had to dodge the bodies
jumping out of the windows.
But let's not be morbid.
- Same all around?
- No, no more for me.
Same all around.
Lay one on me. Lay one on.
Doggone.
Dad, let's go.
Wait, Bud, wait a minute.
The point I'm trying to make, Bud...
I never have been able to make
this one point with you, Son.
Bud, listen...
I may not be around
too much longer and...
What are you talking about?
Wait now. Don't act so worried.
I got no intention of kicking off for a while.
What are you leading up to?
It may be that I haven't always done
the right thing by you, boy...
...and I'm sorry.
There may be things
I'd like to make it up to you.
Forget it, Dad.
Look up there.
Look up there on that stage.
Deanie.
Yeah, she does look a little like Deanie.
Little, hell! Hell, a little!. Exactly!
Same damn thing! Exactly!
Same damn thing! Just as pretty!
Just as pretty!
You never been fair to me on that.
I did that for your own good.
How'd you like to be married to her now?
Did you ever think about that?
Ever think of how you'd like to be married
to Deanie with her in that institute?
How'd you like that?
How'd you like that?
Her in that institution?
What the hell difference does it make?
That's the same thing!
That's the same thing exactly!
And just as pretty!. Just as pretty!
You look up there, just as pretty!
You want that? Do you want it, Son?
Son, you want it, you can have it!.
You can have it, boy. I'll get it for you.
You can have anything you want.
Anything you want, boy!
This world is your oyster!
You sit here, I'll show you.
You sit there, I'll show you.
You sit there, I'll show you.
Yeah?
Are you Bud?
Yes, ma'am.
Aren't you gonna invite me in?
I'm sorry, but...
...I think you must've got the wrong room.
Mr. Stamper?
Mr. Stamper!.
That's him.
What do you want to do with...?
I'll take him home.
I'll be home in a few hours.
The first time in...
Two years and six months
almost to the day.
How do you feel about going home?
Like going to a foreign country.
John has asked me to marry him.
You waited until now to tell me?
Well.
Are you going to accept?
I don't know.
Do you love John?
I think so.
It's different from the way
that I felt about...
...Bud.
But, I...
...I love him.
Well, I see no reason why both of you
shouldn't have a very happy future.
John's back in Cincinnati now,
practicing medicine, doing very well.
I know.
I hear from him every day.
My taxi.
Taxi's here.
Will you see Bud when you're home?
I don't know.
Do you think you'll be happy
married to John if...
...you still don't know how you feel
about the other young man?
When we face these fears
they sometimes turn into nothing.
All right, Dr. Judd.
I'll see him.
I'll write to you.
Bye-bye.
Why couldn't you marry a boy from here?
You won't be much company for me,
living back East in Cincinnati.
What do you know about
this young man you're marrying?
After all, you met him in a mental hospital.
Are you sure he's all right?
I was in the hospital, too.
Well, with you it was different.
You were just run down.
That was the only thing
the matter with you.
Is he a New Dealer?
I don't know.
I could cry, just cry, when I think
I'm going to lose my little girl.
How much did this cost?
I don't know, Mother.
Did those doctors at the hospital...
...say your mother had raised you wrong
or something?
Did they blame your father...
...and me in any way?
I don't blame anyone, Mother.
I raised you the only way I knew how.
The only way I knew how.
The way my mother raised me...
...and I suppose the way
If I brought you up wrong, Deanie,
I don't think you should hate me.
I know I used to hate my mother at times...
...but I always believed she was right
about things. Maybe she wasn't...
...but I loved her.
I love you, Mother.
I hope so, Deanie.
You know it would be nice if children
could be born into this world...
...with an absolute guarantee they'd have
just the right kind of bringing up...
...and all lead happy, normal lives, but...
Well, I guess when we get born
we just all have to take our chances.
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