Stella Dallas Page #6

No, thanks. I can't take it.

I wouldn't know what to do with it.

Oh. What to do with it.

Cook it.

Run along,

give it to somebody else.

Me give my chicken to somebody else?

You think I'm gonna do that?

You come out of there.

Ed, what are you trying to do,

set the place on fire?

Cookin' a turkey.

Get that thing out of here.

- I say yes.

- Don't tell me how to cook a turkey.

I know how to cook a turkey.

- Now, come on.

- Now, listen.

I know how to cook it,

and so there.

The feet won't be very well done,

but I don't care for feet anyway.

Ed, be reasonable.

- Merry Christmas.

- Father!

I'm so glad to see you.

And am I glad to see you.

What a nice surprise.

You should see the way

I've been running to the door.

I never dreamed of anything so wonderful

as your bringing them yourself.

Ooh, what a lovely tree.

Here you are.

Oh, thank you, Daddy.

I'll put them right here

while I go call Mother.

I'll take your coat and hat.

This is a fine Christmas spirit.

You don't have anything in the house.

Strawberry. There you are.

Strawberry.

And lemon.

Peach.

What is this?

This is more sarsaparilla.

Of all the places I ever saw,

a man can't have any...

Go inside and keep him company.

I'll get dressed as fast as I can.

What are you whispering?

- You've got to go. I've got company.

- Oh, company.

- Who's the company?

- Never you mind. Just go.

I'd like to see the guy.

I tell you, Stella, no, sir.

I'm gonna sit right here

until I find out who the company is.

No, you're not.

You're gonna go.

Pushin' and a-shovin'!

I think the company

would like the turkey too.

It was the biggest turkey

I could find.

One of the finest turks

that the man had.

I never saw such a big turkey

in all of my life.

Daddy, a wristwatch.

How lovely.

- Do you like it, darling?

- Yes.

You're getting so grown up,

I don't know what to buy for you.

Mother copied it from one we saw

in the window of a shop in Boston.

- You can hardly tell the difference.

- It is pretty, isn't it?

- It was my best present till you came.

- Oh, you doll.

Well!

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas to you.

It's good to see you again.

- Well, it's good to see you.

- Sit down.

Thank you.

- The place looks awfully nice.

- You'll go to dinner with us?

Well, darling, l...

I came to ask your mother a favor.

I was wondering if you'd let me have

Laurel for the holidays this time.

I've never had a place

for her before.

This time we have an invitation

to spend it with the Morrisons.

Well.

- Would you like to go, Lollie?

- Yes.

- Oh, that is, if...

- Oh, I think it would be lovely.

- When would you want her?

- Well, my train leaves in an hour.

I was hoping I could

take her back with me.

- Today?

- No, not today. I couldn't, Father.

Mother and I

had something all planned.

Well, yes, we did, but...

Well, we could do that anytime.

Come on.

We'll have to hurry.

You have your new coat,

and you'll want these things.

I'll just get her started.

Excuse us. Hurry.

- There's your case there.

- Will this do for the train?

That's fine. Pack what you need now,

and I'll send your trunk on tonight.

All right.

She won't be very long.

This is for you, Stella.

Oh, thank you.

Stella, I'm awfully sorry...

when I see all you've done here,

and you did have plans.

- I didn't realize...

- Oh, it wasn't anything, really.

We were just going to a show

and dinner at the Bontonne.

This'll be

a real treat for her.

It's been so long

since I've seen you.

- How have you been?

- Well, thank you.

- And you?

- Oh, fine.

That's good.

Too bad your train

leaves so early.

Stella, l...

I've been thinking.

I don't know why it didn't

occur to me before...

but there's no earthly reason

why you should spend today all alone...

just because I've been

selfish and thoughtless.

There must be a later train.

Where's the telephone?

Shall we call and see?

Oh, yes, please!

Here.

Beacon Hill 3700, please.

Fooled you, didn't I?

You put me out the back door

and I went around again...

right in here.

Just where is all this company

that I'm being kicked out because of?

I'm gonna tell you this. You're not

gonna feed 'em my turkey. No, sir.

Not...

I beg your pardon.

I guess l...

Oh, I'm sorry, Stella.

I didn't mean to...

I guess I'll go now.

Mr. Dallas.

He's had a little too much

Christmas, I guess.

He was here a while ago

and brought a turkey.

I had a terrible time

getting rid of him.

- What did you find out about the train?

- I'm afraid it'll be too late.

I'm sorry.

I'm all ready.

Was I very long?

Not at all, darling.

Good-bye, Stella.

I'll take good care of her.

Bye, Stephen.

Good-bye, Mother.

- Good-bye, Stella.

- Bye.

Thank you for letting me go.

- Mrs. Dallas, Mr. Morley.

- How do you do, Mrs. Dallas?

Won't you sit down, please?

I wrote you a letter,

and in it I stated...

Don't tell me what you stated.

Just tell me what you meant.

It's only natural to suppose that you

should wish to legalize your position...

Legalize my position?

I've got a marriage license.

What are you tryin' to give me?

Your freedom.

A divorce.

Mr. Dallas feels,

and I can readily understand why...

that you might wish to remarry.

Let's get down to brass tacks. I haven't

the slightest idea of ever remarryin'.

Now, it don't happen,

by any chance, to be...

Mr. Dallas who wishes

to remarry, does it?

Well, assuming for the moment

that it does...

surely you could have

no objection.

Your allowance would be the same.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Dallas might

even be able to increase the amount...

I don't want any increases. Let him

keep it, and let me keep my daughter.

Mr. Dallas has no intention

of any change regarding your daughter.

Oh, he hasn't. Then what's he

been tryin' to win her away for?

Takin' her to fine hotels,

country places, town houses.

Makin' her dissatisfied with

the kinds of things I been givin' her.

Does he think I don't see what he's

after? He'll never get away with it.

I'm gonna give her the same things.

Everything her heart's been set on.

Fine hotels, fancy friends. I'm gonna

give 'em to her, and he'll pay for 'em.

If he's got any increases,

he can hand 'em over.

If he don't,

maybe I'll get a lawyer...

and bring in the name

of that highfalutin widow!

I won't keep ya any longer, Mr. Morley.

Thank you very much.

Just see the check is mailed to the same

place. That's all the benefits I want.

This one'll do.

Look, put some more lace on it...

I'm sorry!

Nice one.

You're wonderful, Laurel.

Dick, you threw me

that last game.

The last one came over like a bullet.

Is that any way to treat your teacher?

- That's the way to take him over.

- What's the matter? Losing your edge?

- Laurel, this is Mrs. Clews.

- I'm glad to know you.

- You're improving rapidly.

- My teacher.

We're gonna have Dad's box for

the polo game. Won't you come with us?

Oh, I'd love to.

But I should spend

the afternoon with my mother.

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