The Actress
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1953
- 90 min
- 133 Views
by then
i should have the chance
by fiddling to entrance
and fill with ardor
of romance
the prettiest girls
in france
and while i'd play
my yearning eyes
would say
to you, beautiful lady
i raise my eyes
my heart,
beautiful lady
to your heart sighs
come, come,
beautiful lady
to paradise
ere the sweet,
fly, fly, beautiful lady
on light, bright wings
while the rapture of music
around us swings
dream, dream
dream and forget
care, pain, useless regret
come, come,
beautiful lady
in my arms sing
Don't wiggle.
Punk,
what possesses you?
You've been eating
that fern again, haven't you?
Oh, you bad cat.
Go on, now, punk.
Go on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Don't let punk up,
clinton.
Come on, punk.
Go on down there.
What kind of
haberdashery's all that?
I hate jones
for a name.
Jones is a good name.
Easy to remember,
short to write.
It's too plain.
Papa, you think our name
is really jones?
I wish you were
a changeling, papa,
and our name was
something else.
Don't beorrying
about being
no changeling.
Just aim to amount
to something.
Won't matter
whether your name
is jones or finnegan
or andrew j. Poopaw.
Good wine
needs no bush.
Now, look, get that cat
off the register.
I don't want that hot air
coming up through his fur,
giving me back
my old malaria.
Get him off there!
Sitting around there,
walling up
his old germs.
Punk's clean and healthy
and hasn't any germs.
What good's
a cat anyhow?
How about
throwing him away?
Clinton, you just like
to hear yourself talk.
You don't fool
even punk.
I wish we could
have a dog.
A cat's
so tacky-looking.
Dan weymouth thinks
he's a bright cat,
and he loves you,
clinton.
Who? Dan weymouth?
Oh, clinton,
punk, of course.
Punk loves you.
And well he might
because you've
taught that cat
every blessed thing
he knows.
Come on. Come on.
Jump over there.
Jump.
Loves me
in a pig's patootie.
That's not nice.
Papa, everyone else
has got one,
so why can't we
have a telephone?
Wouldn't have one
if you gave it to me
as a gift.
You'd have felt awful
that day
president cleveland died
if you couldn't have
called up mrs. Litchfield
to tell mama to hang
our flag at half-mast.
How often
do you think
that occasion's
going to arise?
I wish our name
was cleveland.
There's a girl goes
called fentress
serene kerlin.
Queen of the hawaiian
islands' name
is liliuokalani.
I don't know what it
has to do with anything.
All right. Get down.
Oh, mama,
you haven't...
clinton, do you think
you could get the furnace
to give out
a little more heat?
It ain't
the furnace.
It's the coal.
Order a ton
of half nut
and half egg,
and what
do you get?
Ton full
of clinkers.
About
as much heat
as a whale's
hind fin.
I had to get your
father to go do that
so i could tell you
about this skirt.
It's all wrong, mama.
Hazel dawn...
hazel dawn can wear
her skirts
any way she feels
called to,
but i'll not have
you wear any skirt
like that actressy
picture you showed me.
Hazel dawn doesn't live in
wollaston, please remember.
But slit skirts
are...
Are all the rage!
Well, let them be,
but i'll not have you
walk around wollaston...
past all decency.
Oh, mama!
Want people to think
you live in a harem?
But it's how
the dress has to be.
It has to, mama.
It's what gives it
that frenchy touch.
All you'd have to do is
walk up newport avenue
once in that dress
and everyone
you'd all at once decided
to be an actress.
It doesn't cost
any more
to have it stylish,
does it?
Ruth, do you or do you not
want your father
to know you want
to be an actress?
No.
All right.
Then don't go
appearing before him
in a hobble skirt
with a slit.
You'll not only look
like an actress.
You'll look
downright fast.
If it wasn't
for you and papa,
i'd go in boston and be
fast right this minute.
How can you say
such a thing?
You go in the parlor
and cool off.
Well, if i do...
Will you talk
to papa some more
about having
a telephone?
Go put on
your other dress.
If the furnace hasn't
made him mad, i will.
Thermometer
says 4 above.
Of course,
it ain't reliable.
Nobody's thermometer is.
It's warmer
in here already.
The register's
letting out real heat.
Papa, if you could choose
any telephone number,
what would you choose?
123-skidoo.
it's free.
And rest assured,
clinton,
you personally wouldn't
have to have
a thing to do with it.
It could just be
ruth's and mine.
It can be ruth's and naomi's
for all i care,
as long as i don't
have to pay for it.
Got your grocery list
ready for purse's?
Clinton, you want
to do that now?
Might as well.
Get it over with.
What did
i do with...
careful! Don't burn
the shack down, now,
jiggling that lamp.
I won't,
clinton.
A telephone would
be more convenient
to call up
the fire station.
My unity got caught
in the top...
my mental science
magazine.
I wish you'd
read it, clinton.
It helps me
a good deal.
What's this thing?
Oh, my library
withdrawal card
to keep
my place with.
Mental science is
awful hard to follow
if you ever lose
your place.
Gracious, breakfast
will be upon us,
and i haven't mixed
my buckwheat batter.
Ruth, did you get the
flour from the market?
You got a backus
grocery bill this month?
Uh... yes, i did.
One or two
little items...
it beats the dutch.
I don't understand it.
Every two weeks, we get
a shipment of groceries
from boston
from s. s. Purse.
Every saturday, i
bring home the vegetables
and the meat from
faneuil hall market.
Friday, i get a fish
at the t. Wharf,
and yet every month,
we got that measly
backus grocery bill!
Can't tell exactly
absolutely
two weeks ahead
just what i'm
going to be needing
for the next
two weeks to come.
What?
I just don't know what
we're going to need
for the next
two weeks to come.
It beats the dutch
why you can't.
A cook on a ship
can do it.
If you're laying out
in the straits of singapore
and you want a can of lard,
there's just
two things you can do.
You can have it with you
or do without.
I know it, clinton.
Don't think i don't.
We got to sit around
and watch
old backus' whole pie-faced
family riding around
in a two-seated carriage
every sunday.
Well, where is it?
Get it out.
You know it won't get paid
by just regretting it.
What's this... butter?
I thought she was
going to go up
and get that stuff
that the farmer
brings into brigham's
every week.
The brighams live
way up on prospect.
Climbing up
that hill and all,
ruth says
it hurts her back.
Climbs up the hill
when she goes coasting.
Carrying butter
tires her out.
But we don't take
but 3 pounds a week.
Now, clinton,
you know yourself,
she's just
at the growing age.
Lazy as a louse.
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