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How do you know he ain't

another Stephen Foster?

- I don't. Only...

- Just read those words.

Here. Take a couple of copies. I'll hum

the tune so you can see how they fit.

Follow me.

Right there.

It's a grand night for singing

The stars are bright above

The earth is aglow

and to add to the show

I think I am falling in love

Falling

Falling in love

Maybe it's more than the moon

Maybe it's more than the birds

Maybe it's more

than the sight of the night

In a light too lovely for words

Maybe it's more than the earth

Shiny in silvery blue

Maybe the reason

I'm feeling this way

Has something to do with you

It's a grand night for singing

The stars are bright above

The earth is aglow

and to add to the show

I think I am falling in love

Falling

Falling in love

La, la, la, la, la, la

- Hey, where's my drink?

- Let's see what else we've got here.

Look, Wayne, how about

your singing a chorus?

No, thanks. You're doing

all right without me.

- But I want them to hear you.

- You can't be as good as she says.

- You'd be surprised. Come on.

- No, really.

Come on. Don't tell me

we have to coax you.

How about singing one

of those corn-fed ditties

you guys sing around

these little towns?

- Come on, Wayne. Sing anything you like.

- Yeah, you can't tell.

You might have something

we can use with the band.

As a matter of fact, if you need a new song,

I've got one right here I like very much.

He didn't expect to sing, but

he brought his music with him.

- Would you like to try it with me?

- You do it yourself.

- Did you write it?

- No, I didn't. A fellow gave it to me.

- Okay, bud.

- Okay, bud.

This ought to be something.

Maybe you'll never be

the love of my life

Maybe I'm not the boy

of your dreams

But isn't it kind of fun

to look in each other's eyes

Swapping romantic gleams

Maybe you're not a girl

to have and to hold

Maybe I'm not a boy who would stay

But isn't it kind of fun

carousing around the town

Dancing the night away

Isn't it kind of fun holding hands

According to a sweet

and corny custom

Isn't it kind of fun making vows

Admitting that we both

intend to bust 'em

Maybe we're out for laughs

A girl and a boy

Kidding across a table for two

But haven't you got a hunch

that this is the real McCoy

And all the things

we tell each other

Are true

I'm not a girl

for sentimental tripe

I never go for the Romeo type

Over a dewy-eyed Juliet

No one has seen me drool yet

I don't say our hearts are tied

By love's eternal tether

But using words less dignified

Isn't it kind of fun to be together

Maybe you'll never be

the love of my life

Maybe I'm not the girl

of your dreams

But isn't it kind of fun

to look in each other's eyes

Swapping romantic gleams

Maybe I'm not a girl

to have and to hold

Well, maybe I'm not

a boy who would stay

But isn't it kind of fun

carousing around the town

Dancing the night away

Oh, isn't it kind

of fun holding hands

According to a sweet

and corny custom

Isn't it kind of fun making vows

Admitting that we both

intend to bust 'em

Maybe we're out for laughs

A girl and a boy

Kidding across a table for two

- But haven't you got a hunch

- That this is the real McCoy

And all the things

we tell each other

Are true

- Wonderful.

- That was great.

You know, you're right about

that song, Wayne. I like it too.

- You do?

- "Billings Publishing Company," huh?

- A guy named McGee give you this?

- That's right.

How much did he slip you

for plugging it tonight?

Wait a minute, Marty!

He didn't slip me anything.

Didn't he promise to come

through with the old payola?

- He used that expression.

- I'll bet he did. That's great, Emily.

Your boyfriend cashing in on you.

- How do you like that?

- Wayne!

Wayne.

Wayne, wait a minute.

I'm sorry, Emily.

I just couldn't help it.

He's been putting in digs

ever since I got here.

I know he was asking for it,

but please don't go.

You don't think I'd cash in on being

friends with you like he said, do you?

Of course not. And he wouldn't have

said it, only he's had a few drinks.

- Please come back.

- It just wouldn't work, Emily.

I'd let him have it the first

time he opened his mouth.

Look. Why don't you

walk around the block?

Give me a chance to get rid

of them. How about that?

I'd hate to have you

break up the party.

I'll tell them I have a headache.

When you come back, we'll be alone.

That's the way

you wanted it, isn't it?

- Okay. How long?

- Come back in half an hour.

Emily, I...

- Half an hour.

- Make it 15 minutes.

All right.

Only a few stars left.

Yeah, and they look kind of tired.

Funny how a day creeps on.

So slowly at first

you think it's never coming.

Then all of a sudden,

it spreads out over the sky,

the sun starts shining.

People loom up like that too.

Are you really gonna go home and

marry that guy you're engaged to?

That's what girls usually do, isn't it?

Marry the men they're engaged to.

Yeah. They're usually

sorry afterward.

Think you'll every marry?

Who, me? Sure. Sometime.

Only trouble is, if I ever found

a girl I cared that much about,

I'd care too much about it to

wish a guy like me off on her.

- Sounds kind of hopeless.

- I guess it is.

It's pretty hard for me

to picture myself,

what do they call it,

popping the question.

Can you imagine me suddenly turning

to some girl and blurting out,

"Will you marry me?"

No. I can see you wouldn't.

Well, bobbylocks, you've

made a very wise decision.

Anyway, I'd be no good

for you, no good at all.

Of course, you'd be

awfully good for me.

Say, what about your old man's hog?

Aren't they gonna judge

him this afternoon?

Oh, yes. I guess

I'd better be going.

- Wayne's probably in already.

- it's getting pretty late.

- Don't you want me to go with you?

- No. It's better if you don't.

- Will I see you tonight?

- In front of the roller coaster?

8:
30.

Well, I...

- Good night, honey.

- Good night.

- Pat?

- Yes?

I was only talking. I couldn't

marry anybody but you, ever.

Well, Blue Boy,

this is the great day,

your hour of judgment.

Now take it easy there now.

Don't get your face dirty.

Look, Mother, Blue Boy's already

won. There's his blue ribbon.

Oh, that thing?

That's only the class award.

That means he's won

his class of senior boars.

I'm getting him ready now to go

in for the grand championship.

- Is he all right?

- All right? Why, just look at him.

He's fit as a fiddle.

Class 51, Hampshire senior sows,

- pavilion number two.

- Better go in now, son.

Get seated.

We go in right after this.

- We'd better get going.

- Good luck, Pa.

- Thanks, Ma.

- You too, Blue Boy.

- We'll be pulling for you.

- All right. Bye. See you later.

Well, let's see.

Is your face clean, son?

Yes, you're all right.

You gotta look your best, you know.

You taking her in, Hank?

No, not yet. Just taking her

out to put her on the scale.

Blue Boy, what's the matter, son?

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