The Heart Is a Rebel

the heart is a rebel

and cannot be trusted

it always is seeking

its own will to do

it has no allegiance

so desperate and wicked

the heart is a rebel,

it's true

its love is brief

as springtime

quickly growing old

its hate is like

the winter

desolate and cold

but someday the rebel

will bow and surrender

then God's love will

make his heart new

I sing because

I'm happy

and I sing because

I'm free

for his eye is on

the sparrow

and I know he watches me

[Humming]

[Disappointed]

Oh, glady, is it time to eat already?

Sure is!

And we got a real,

real good supper tonight!

I'm not hungry, yet!

But sugar,

you got to eat just the same.

You fixed carrots again.

Davy foster,

you know what

doc chambers said.

He said,

"feed that boy carrots!"

And that's what

I'm about to do,

and you're about

to eat them!

They'll make me get sicker!

That is pure foolishness,

and you know it!

All day long I wear myself

down to a frazzle,

fetchin' you this and

bringing you that...

Like you was a prince

or something.

Then when I ask you

to do a measly

little ol' thing

like eatin' your carrots,

you start giving me trouble!

Okay.

That's better.

Hi, son.

Hi, dad!

How do you feel

tonight?

Oh, I'm okay...

But these carrots

are awful!

Aw...They can't be that bad,

can they?

Evenin', Mr. hal.

Hello, Gladys,

how'd it go today?

Oh, fine, just fine,

me and Davy

always get along fine.

Better'n anybody.

Oh, Mr. hal,

miss Joan called.

Said she'd be about

a half hour late.

Something about a rush order

at the store.

She also said she'd stop by

the delicatessen on her way home

for you not to worry

about dinner.

Thanks, Gladys.

Guess I better be

hurrying myself,

or I'll be late.

"Glady" sings every night

in a big choir

at Madison square garden,

dad.

There was a picture of it

in the papers!

That's right, sugar.

And believe me,

when that many folks

get to singing praise

to our blessed savior,

the roof just about comes off

that old Madison square garden.

Well, good night, baby.

See you in the morning.

'Bye, glady.

'Night, Mr. hal.

'Night, Gladys.

Gladys give you this, son?

Uh-huh, there's some swell

stories in it.

They're all from the Bible.

Oh, I can't eat any more.

I'm too full.

Hey, wait a minute, son.

Sometimes I wonder

who's team you're playing on.

I'm on your team, dad.

Remember when we decided

we'd all work together,

lick this heart thing?

Doc chambers said your job

was to eat everything

that Gladys fixed for you,

get lots of rest.

But if you don't

hold up your end,

the rest of us

might as well quit, too!

I'll try, dad,

honest I will.

Okay...

See that you do.

Is glady on our team, too, dad?

Why...Sure she is.

That's good.

(Joan)

Hi, everybody!

Guess who?

Sorry I'm late,

darling.

Hi, honey.

Hi, mom.

Hi, Davy!

How's my boy tonight?

Fine!

What's that, mom?

The latest thing.

It's a rocket

to the moon!

I thought you might like to

try putting it together.

Thanks, mom!

Just don't try to do it

all in one day!

Supper'll only take

a few minutes, dear.

No hurry.

Hey, slow up there, pal.

Here, lemme give you a hand.

[Dish breaks]

You buy the noisiest

dishes.

Tomorrow night...

Paper plates!

That's sort of

an eloquent symbol

of the foster economy,

isn't it?

Bits and pieces...

Insurance bills,

doctor bills, rent, food...

Which reminds me,

we're two weeks behind

with Gladys.

She mention it?

Oh, no,

she won't, either.

It's just that I'd hoped

we could catch up this week.

Davy sure has taken to her.

But it's not right, Joan!

You're his mother.

You should be sharing these

everyday things with him.

Sometimes I feel as though

we're just his friends.

That Gladys is

the only family he's got.

Oh, that's ridiculous, hal.

Davy knows how much

we love him.

I'm just grateful

that we found Gladys.

Without her to,

oh, I don't even like

to think about it.

Still, you shouldn't

have to work.

Darling, why not?

Hundreds of thousands of women

work every day of their lives.

What's so special about me?

And furthermore,

I don't relish Gladys

filling Davy's head with a lot

of this religious mumbo jumbo.

What are you talking about?

Well, right now,

she's got him engrossed

in a Bible story book.

I'd just rather

not have him exposed

to that sort of thing.

Davy's illness forces him

into kind of a dream world.

And all this

"old time religion" business,

that could warp him mentally.

I know how damaging

it is to your ego

to have a wife that works,

oh, but this is too much.

I read Bible stories

as a child.

Why, I even got a gold pin

for not missing a week

in Sunday school.

Do you think that

warped me mentally?

Okay...

Oh, hal, do you realize

we drag along day by day

without any real emotion

except worry?

We just can't go on

being scared all the time!

Forget I sounded off,

will ya?

I heard a rumor today

at the agency.

Greg Johnson's going to

move upstairs,

and if it's true,

Pratt and noble will need

a new copy director.

(Greg)

It's a whole new line of prepared food mixes,

ready cake mix,

biscuit mix,

muffins, rolls,

frostings--the works.

Package design has

eye appeal.

They've got to

to meet the competition

we're facing these days.

We've got to come up

with more than that, hal.

We've got to find a gimmick.

Something that will tie

the whole campaign together.

Break your back on the copy

for this one, hal.

They're pressuring me

from upstairs.

That's news?

Pioneer's billings

are only pushing

eight figures this year...

Eight.

That's why the "old man's"

decided to

sit on this one

personally.

Hal, you know what

that means?

A successful campaign

could do great things

for both of us.

So...

"Make that copy

stand up and sing, boy!"

You took the words

right out of my mouth, hal.

Yes, I know.

Okay, Greg.

I'll give my all

for dear old pioneer!

[Typewriter keys click]

Well, you were in there

long enough.

What did he have to say?

Oh, the usual,

shoulders to the wheel,

all that jazz.

Where's bill?

He's over at Clayton's

researching some perfume copy.

Well...

Well what?

Very impressive.

Pioneer's new line

of food mixes.

Now, I'll need the analysis

that research did on this.

Uh-hmm.

And you're doing the copy

for the whole campaign?

Uh-huh.

Wait'll the girls

hear about this!

Now, don't make a big thing

out of it.

I might not come up with

the right answers, you know.

Oh, yes, you will.

And I'll bring you

fresh coffee every hour.

Well, now, this sudden

dedication

is a little frightening.

Well, look,

if you keep on landing

these blue ribbon

assignments,

it's just a question of time

until they boost you

up the ladder with a nice fat

pay raise, right?

You're writing the copy,

you tell me.

Well, then, naturally,

you'll take me along

as your private secretary,

and I'll get a nice fat

pay raise, too!

Which I need desperately.

Now, what makes you

so positive

that I'll ask for you

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