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- Good morning, Jane, Es.

- Good morning.

Don't go, I'll be right back.

I think we've wasted enough time.

Have you finished with the milking?

Well, sure.

There you are.

- This is from 10 cows?

- No, nine.

We've got another whole cow to go yet.

- We usually get a 135 quarts a day.

- What?

They'll never do it. I'll never do it.

I think you could do if you tried.

Actors.

Oh, Joe, you're not going to

leave without saying goodbye?

So long. See you next Thursday.

Oh, isn't he wonderful?

It's ridiculous. It's ridiculous.

- Hi, Lem.

- Hi, Zeke.

Think the rairll hurt the rhubarb?

Show business? What

do you think I'm doing?

- Picking eggs.

Eggs. E-G-Z. - Herb?

- What?

- Can you milk a cow?

- Certainly.

- You can?

- Certainly.

- Look, Herb.

I'll pick the eggs, you milk the

cow. It's a deal, huh? Thank you.

I lied.

Well, you play ball with me, I'll

play ball with you. All right?

How are you? Here we go. Ready?

Go!

Some of us are not trying.

Just give me one, huh? One egg?

You don't have to steal

them. They belong to us.

The chickens don't think so.

Mr. Ross, what are your plans?

I mean, concerning Abigail.

- Oh, that.

- It's only natural that I'd be concerned.

I mean, she is my younger sister. I've

taken care of her all of my life. And...

Wait a minute. Wait a

minute. Don't get upset.

Certainly, you've got a right

to know about Abigail and me.

Here's how it is.

I like Abby.

I like her a lot.

Right now, I'm broke.

I own a station wagon

and a pile of debts.

My whole future is

tied up in this show.

If it's a hit, I get

clear, we'll be all set.

If it's a bust...

Well, I won't ask Abby to

marry me on a breadline.

So you see, you've got

nothing to worry about.

Who opened the gate?

Who's got my glasses?

Glasses. Who's got my glasses?

Oh, I see.

What happened?

- This doesn't feel right.

- Guess we've got the wrong glasses.

- Let me see.

- Those are my glasses.

- Don't get panicky now.

- Give them to me!

- Have you seen Jane?

- Seen Jane? I can't see the house.

- Oh, you all right, stranger?

- I'm all right, thank you.

You don't see very well, do you?

- Orville. Orville, what happened?

- I'm all right.

- Oh, he's terribly nearsighted.

- You got all dirty.

Jane, what's this I hear

about a show? Actors?

Please, no, the dust. My allergy.

The whole town is... The whole...

Gesundheit.

Father wants to see

you in town right away.

He says there's a rumor in

town that these people are...

- Gesundheit.

- Well, Orville, it isn't exactly a rumor.

You mean that they...

- Gesundheit.

- He's catching cold.

Well, I'm going in town for

a while. I'll be back shortly.

Oh, you. Get off that tractor.

I don't want that touched.

- You're an actor, huh?

- Oh, yeah. Joe Ross is my name.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Miss Falbury is my fiance.

- No.

- Just thought I'd tell you.

- Oh, well, congratulations.

- We've been engaged for four years.

- You don't say.

- Well, don't rush into anything.

- We won't, thank you.

- Gesundheit.

- Come on, Orville.

Well, busy, busy, busy.

- Hiya, farmer.

- Hiya, think the rairll hurt the rhubarb?

Oh, for heavers sake.

Funny?

Can't you find him a job someplace

where he can't do any damage?

- Good morning. Joe.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Good morning. How are you?

Glad you came. We're

rehearsing "Memory Island. "

I'd like you to see. Oh, girls...

...get on the train,

remember what we've set.

- It's a rough start.

- Surely.

The setting is, the two

of you are on an island.

- What'll I wear?

- Well, I don't know yet.

At any rate, Harrison, when the

curtain goes up you're all alone.

- How about my pink dress?

- Well, maybe the pink dress.

Back here, there's a tropical

garden. A mass of hibiscus...

Oh, but Joe, hibiscus is red.

It would clash with the pink.

- We'll change the flowers. That's easy.

- Thank you.

And now, Harrison. Girls.

Hold it down, will you, please?

Back here, there's a sky blue

cyc. White, fleecy clouds...

You know then, I'd rather see

myself in tweeds for this number.

Yes. Yes. Tweeds would be fine.

Now, the ballet enters upstage.

- Perhaps this very jacket.

- Wonderful, I love this jacket.

Thank you. Not these trousers.

I have eggshell flannels...

Better, I've a dress

that the line is casual...

- Pardon me, Harrison.

- Yes, Joe?

Wardrobe later, try the number.

- Surely.

- Curtairs up, you're here.

- Let's say this is a log.

- I wondered what it was.

Good. I'll get you a lyric.

Thank you.

- Harrison.

- Oh, I know my lyrics, old boy.

- Like this, Joe?

- Yes, good.

All right, kids. Places,

please, for the number.

All right, Artie. Slowly, please.

Sail away with me to Memory Island

I think it would be better standing.

- Enchanting Never Say Goodbye Land

Strolling on the

sands of time together

Lovely. Lovely.

Time will help us

find the love we knew

No, no, no. Next chorus.

Drifting on the Bay

of Can't Forget You

Moonbeams will relight

The night I met you

I'll know then we'll meet again

When yester dreams come true

Somewhere on Memory

Island Lost with you

This is the ballet: Sea nymphs, water

sprites, mermaids all around you.

Proteus rising from the sea.

Drifting on the Bay

of Can't Forget You

Splendid.

Moonbeams will relight

The night I met you

I'll know then we'll meet again

When yester dreams come true

Harry.

Somewhere on Memory

Island Lost with you

Somewhere on Memory Island

Lost with you

Get out of the way. I'll

take care of it. No stump...

Don't scratch that tractor.

Herb. Herb, turn it off!

Shut off the switch!

Herb!

Herb! Herb! Herb, you pinead!

If you can hear me, don't

come out! I'll slaughter you!

I'll slaughter you! Oh, Herb!

But how can theatrical

people help out on a farm?

You don't need any help.

Just yesterday I let

you have a new tractor.

I know, Mr. Wingait. It's

beautiful and I thank you for it.

But all they want to do is

put on their show and leave.

I wonder what the first Falburys would

think of using their barn for a musical.

- Well, we're using it for a dance tonight.

- I don't think that's the same. Is it, Dad?

The Wingait Falls Historic Society has

held these dances for over a hundred years.

- Square dancing is tradition.

- That's what I meant.

In 1594, there was a law

passed in this community...

...prohibiting theatrical

entertainments of any kind.

Do you know who proposed that law?

Your ancestor, Phineas Falbury.

I'm sure that in 1694, Uncle Phineas

must have a good reason for it.

The reason still exists.

This is a farm community.

- These people don't belong.

- What about the dance tonight?

Yes, these dances are

important to us, Jane.

I know, Mr. Wingait but...

Orville...

Please, please trust me. I promise

you they won't interfere in any way.

What do you think, Artie?

Maybe if I had a week

or so to work on her.

A week? This thing's gotta

be rolling by tomorrow.

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