The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer Page #5

who smiled at you? Number 7?

Yes, that's the one.

He's just a child.

-Is he in love with you?

-Oh, I suppose so.

But you needn't be jealous, Richard.

He's really terribly unsophisticated.

-Christoff in for White.

-White out.

Sit it out for a while and get your mind

back on the game.

Yes, fine figure of a man.

I'd like to meet him.

That can be arranged.

That's a great game you're playing,

Mr....

-Jerry White. Richard Nugent.

-How do you do?

Usually my game is much better, but it's

off lately. You know, personal troubles.

It's too bad that when schools depend

on their athletes, certain athletes...

...are concerned with their own problems,

instead of beating Peebe High.

I don't know, Susan. Why don't we

all get together, talk it over?

Why not join us for a drink--?

I mean, a soda after the game?

-You mean that?

-Certainly.

Well, gee, I'd love to.

Thanks, Mr. Nugent.

I'm better now, coach.

Sure would like to get back in the game.

-All right, go in for Barthman.

-Thanks.

Team! Team!

Fight, fight, fight!

-White for Barthman.

-Barthman out.

One for Sunset!

What a player!

Thank you.

-You know, I feel sorry for Jerry.

-You do? Why?

I used to play a lot of basketball

when I was a kid.

-I'll bet you were wonderful.

-Not nearly as good as Jerry.

And I know a champ when I see one.

He's off his game because of you.

-You think so?

-I know so.

It's awful what a woman

can do to a man.

-Look at history. Caesar and Cleopatra.

-Napoleon and Josephine.

All of them. Behind every defeated man,

there's a frustrated love.

-You're right.

-You bet I'm right.

And I promise, all my life,

never to hurt you.

-It was a tough game.

-Oh, hello, Jerry.

-But we won.

-Certainly, through no help from you.

You're wrong, Susan, I thought

he played a splendid game.

-No, he didn't.

-He did.

No, I didn't.

-What will you have?

-I'm not very hungry.

I'll just have a double Sweetheart Flip.

-Aren't you supposed to be in training?

-Sometimes a man just doesn't care.

You see? I know how you feel.

You do? Well, I may as well

level with you, Mr. Nugent.

When Susan told me about you and her,

I was sore. Can you blame me?

-Well, no--

-When I saw you tonight...

...I wanted to take a poke at you--

Let me finish.

I thought about it. Then I said to myself,

"Let's be civilized.

This is life. If Susan feels that way,

it's all right with me."

That's big of you, Jerry,

and very generous.

-We can still be friends.

-Of course we can.

-No matter what happens.

-That's how I feel.

Dick and I will treasure your friendship.

If I can do anything for either of you,

all you have to do is call.

If we can do anything for you,

all you have to do is ask.

-Yeah. Get in touch, you know. Call up.

-Well, I guess it's goodbye, Jerry.

-I guess it is.

-Guess it is.

-Oh, and Susan?

-Yes, dear?

It isn't becoming for you to call

me "dear" and "darling" and all that.

-Why, darling?

-Now, stop that.

Listen, the basketball game

was fun tonight, but it can't go on.

Yes, I know.

The season's over next week.

No, no, no, Susan.

Wait a minute.

I mean, the whole thing can't go on.

You got me into all this trouble.

You came to my apartment.

-You told your sister I asked you to pose.

-Well, that's true in a way.

That isn't so, and you know it.

Now, let's not argue about it.

The point is, everyone has the crazy idea

that you're in love with me.

I am.

Look at me.

Susan, I wouldn't say this to many people,

but I'm old enough to be your father.

You're so right, dear.

Honey, you've got to realize

that this isn't proper for either of us.

You're so right, dear.

-Well, it's not only--

-Step.

Thanks. It's only gonna embarrass me,

but it's gonna embarrass you too.

You're so right, dear.

Susan, you're not paying

any attention to me.

You're so right, dear.

Well, good evening, Susan.

Good evening, Nugent.

Glad to see you kids home early.

We're not home yet. We will be.

Did you have a good time?

Was the game fun?

How would you like a cigarette?

-I'm not allowed to smoke yet.

-Sorry I haven't any bubble gum.

Good night, Tommy.

By the way, we're having

a little birthday party for my niece.

We'd love to have you come.

She'll be 6.

-How's your jaw?

-Fine, why?

Because the worst I can get is 90 days.

-Temper, temper.

-Dickie, please.

Well....

Toodle-Ioo, kids.

Hello, Margaret.

Hello, Susan.

Good evening, Mr. Nugent.

-Good evening.

-That's the new dress.

-Yes. Like it?

-Oh, it's beautiful.

It's too bad you had to go

to that dreary dinner for some lawyer.

It was a very nice party.

-Did you enjoy yourself?

-We had a simply sensational time.

Better turn in now. School tomorrow.

-You have to get up early.

-Yes, of course.

Good night, Dickie.

Good night, Susan.

-Good night, Margaret.

-Good night, dear.

Good night, Dickie.

Good night, Susan.

Well, good night.

Good night.

You know, that is a beautiful dress,

and you look wonderful in it.

Thank you.

You said that gracefully.

Perhaps the result of practice.

You said that ungraciously.

Perhaps the result of practice.

I had that coming.

Got a moment?

Yes.

That's right.

My mother was quite a remarkable woman.

She taught piano.

Funnily enough, children liked

to take lessons from her.

Well, anyway....

I read books she didn't want me to read

and didn't read books she wanted me to.

I'd say that was a perfectly healthy,

normal attitude.

One day, downstairs, I found

a book that had a very racy title.

So I sneaked it up to my room,

started to read it.

I kept reading for a long time.

It was awful dull.

I kept on with it.

Then suddenly I discovered...

...mother had stuck a philosophy book...

...underneath that paper cover

with the racy title.

Anyway, I waded through the thing,

hoping for the best.

Although I never did come across

anything exciting...

...I learned a lot about philosophy.

I suppose that's one way of learning.

Yeah, isn't it? Well, I learned

something else, simple but true.

Never judge a book by its cover.

All is not gold that glitters.

Things may not be what they appear to be.

That's very interesting, Mr. Nugent.

My father was a judge.

When he gave me a book about law,

I knew it was going to be about law.

Yes, yes. And when you meet a man

who's labeled "artist" ...

...you know he's going to be

all you think an artist is supposed to be.

Concerning you, I sat

in judgment on a series of facts...

...not on your character or biography.

I just took the long way to say that

when I said that was a beautiful dress...

...and you look wonderful in it...

...I sincerely meant it.

I'm sorry.

I've never been subjected

to so much charm before.

Well, I'm afraid we're wasting

a perfectly beautiful moon...

...and I'm keeping you up.

Good night.

We'll see you Saturday.

You're taking Susan to the picnic.

Yes, yes, yes, I'll be here. Don't worry.

With my very best Saturday picnic charm.

Good night, Your Honor.

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