The Heart Is a Rebel Page #2

on moving day?

Because you'd rather put up

with my insolence

than go through the torture

of breaking in a new secretary

who might not cater

to your every whim!

Miss canfield...

Why aren't you at your post

guarding this office

from enemy infiltration?

The enemy, sir?

Well, this communique

from the 15th floor

to all personnel

doesn't sound very friendly.

Hail, friend!

The purchasing department

advises that requisitions

for pencils,

number 3 hard,

have exceeded by 14 gross

the number consumed

during any previous quarter

in the history of this agency.

Since gross billings

for this same quarter

were down 15 percent,

it must be assumed

this inventory was not used

in the performance

of company business.

Personnel are reminded

that office supplies

are not intended for

personal or domestic use.

I thank you.

[Applause]

I knew your incessant

pencil sharpening

was bound to cause

economic ruin.

Huh! We did pretty well

with those big Teddy bears.

Ooo, those plush skunks

are a slow item.

I'm going to have to go over

this report later, grace.

Right now, I've got to

track down a gross of

pin the tail on the donkey sets

or know the reason why.

Aw, then madam,

perhaps I could interest you

in our official, deluxe

dick Tracy detective kit,

complete with

magnifying glass, badge,

and fingerprint powder,

oh, it's a dandy!

Better stay with the skunks,

grace.

We're going to have to make room

for a shipment of llamas

arriving next week.

Llamas?

Lloyd the llama,

eleven inches tall,

shipping weight two pounds,

price:
Five ninety-five.

Lloyd the llama?

I'm sorry, Joan,

but there's an outside call

for you I felt might be

important.

A Dr. chambers?

Oh, yes.

Uh, grace, will you stay

with Billy for a few minutes?

I'll be right back.

Sure, I'd love to.

All right, Billy,

let 'er go.

Hello, Dr. chambers?

Yes, Joan.

Is there anything wrong?

Now why is it that everyone

thinks a doctor is always

the bearer of bad tidings?

I'm sorry.

The reason I called,

we just got the results

of Davy's last tests

from the laboratory.

I'd like to go over them

with you.

Could you drop by

the office?

Say, during your lunch hour?

Of course, uh,

how 'bout one o'clock?

One o'clock will be fine.

I'll see you then.

Thank you, doctor,

goodbye.

Goodbye, Joan.

Careful, careful now.

Well, I declare,

I never did see such a child

for always wantin' to be

sittin' on folkes lap.

Glady?

Huh?

What's God like?

What's God like?

Well, baby, that Bible says

that after God got through

makin' the world,

he sat back and looked.

And he looked at all

the mountains, rivers,

green grass

and the trees,

and as he looked,

he saw there was still

something missing,

as he couldn't love them

and he was lonely,

because God wanted

someone to love,

so he made people,

all the folks in the world.

Do you think he knows

what I look like?

Oh, of course,

he made you too, angel.

He knows what all

his little lambs look like.

Did he know I was going to be

sick all the time?

Davy, listen to your glady.

Don't you ever, ever think

God made you sickly.

This world is full of sadness

that man brought on himself

a long, long time ago.

Why, even our blessed lord

had to suffer because of it.

They crucified my lord

and he never said

a mumbling word

they crucified my lord

and he never said

a mumbling word

not a word

not a word

not a word

he bowed his head

and died

and he never said

a mumbling word

he bowed his head

and died

and he never said

a mumbling word

and he never said

a mumbling word

not a word

not a word

not a word

I wish I could say

there was some definite

indication of promise, Joan.

In these congenital

heart cases,

we just have to be patient.

At least we know time

is on our side.

It's just that by now

we'd hoped there'd be

some sign of progress...

Some small sign.

How can they know so much

about so many other diseases

and so little about this one!

Joan, I know how

you and hal feel.

Davy's been much more

than just another patient to me,

but heart cases

are always complex.

In many ways,

unpredictable.

Doctors aren't God, Joan.

In a sense,

most of what we know

has been passed on to us.

Yes, of course, I'm sorry.

I want to start Davy

on a new prescription.

It's liquid,

cherry flavored.

He'll need a teaspoonful

before each meal.

You know, sometimes I think

we ought to have

a symbol for prayer

to put on

these prescriptions.

I'll see the boy

Wednesday night.

Give my best to hal,

will you?

Yes, of course.

Thank you, doctor.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

[Doctor voiceover]

I wish I could say

there were definite

indications of progress...

Doctors aren't God, Joan...

You know, sometimes I think

we ought to have

a symbol for prayer

to put on these prescriptions.

A symbol for prayer, prayer,

prayer, prayer, prayer

prayer, prayer...

[Sounds of bullets

ricocheting]

Hey! Where do I park

my horse, pardner?

Hi, mom!

Miss, Joan,

you're home mighty early!

Don't let me disturb you two.

Isn't that just a little loud?

It's them Indians,

hoopin' and hollerin'

and carryin' on.

This is the good part, mom.

Pretty soon the soldiers'll

come over the hill

and make the Indians retreat.

David foster, have you seen

this picture before?

Sure, but glady wants

to watch it.

Child, how can

you say a thing like that to your mama?

You know I'm just here

to keep you company!

[Laughs]

Well, since I'm home early,

I guess I'll start

Davy's supper.

I'll give you a hand.

[Music plays]

Gladys, you know that church

on the Avenue?

The one near the toy store?

The one that has a sign

out in front

inviting people

to come in and...And pray.

The one with

the big front doors

that's always open.

I stopped there on the way back

from the doctor's office.

The last time

I was inside a church

was before Davy was born.

Hal and I went together

for easter.

Or was it Christmas?

Anyway,

today I sat there

for the longest time.

I saw people come in

with that "tight" expression

most of us wear these days,

and then go out looking...

Confident,

and at peace.

Sort of as if they'd tapped

a source of strength

outside of themselves.

But that's the way prayer

works for folks, darlin'.

But I couldn't

bring myself to try.

Maybe it's because

I haven't had

anything to do with religion

for so long.

Why should God suddenly

be interested in me?

Angel, if the good lord

treated us

the way we treat him,

there'd be mighty few

christians around.

You see, he already knows

how much we need him,

but he's got to wait

until we know it,

and ready to do something

about it!

Miss Joan, why don't you

and Mr. hal come some night

to the Madison square garden?

That man of God,

Billy Graham,

says these things

so much better than I do.

And it's wonderful,

wonderful how every night

more and more people

are getting on speakin' terms

with the lord.

Hal would never go.

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