The Sound of Music Page #3

- I don't know...

- Isn't this why you're waiting?

Yes, of course.

- I've missed you, Liesl.

- You have? How much?

I even thought of sending a telegram,

so I'd be able to deliver it here.

Oh, that's a lovely thought!

Why don't you, right now?

- But I'm here!

- Please, Rolfe. Send me a telegram.

I'll start it for you.

"Dear Liesl..."

"Dear Liesl:
I'd like to be able

to tell you...

...how I feel about you. Stop.

Unfortunately, this wire

is already too expensive.

Sincerely, Rolfe."

- "Sincerely"?

- Cordially.

- "Cordially"?

- Affectionately?

Will there be any reply?

"Dear Rolfe:
Stop.

Don't stop! Your Liesl."

If only we didn't have to wait

for someone to send Father a telegram.

How do I know when I'll see you again?

Well, let's see...

I could come here by mistake.

With a telegram for Colonel Schneider!

He's here from Berlin staying with...

No one knows he's here.

Don't tell your father.

- Why not?

- Your father's so Austrian.

We're all Austrian.

Some think we ought to be German, and

they're very mad at those who don't.

They're getting ready to...

Let's hope your father

doesn't get into trouble.

Don't worry. He's a big naval hero.

He was even decorated by the emperor.

I don't worry about him.

I worry about his daughter.

Me? Why?

- Well, you're so...

- What?

You're such a baby!

I'm 16.

What's such a baby about that?

You wait, little girl

On an empty stage

For fate to turn the light on

Your life, little girl

Is an empty page

That men will want to write on

To write on

You are 16 going on 17

Baby, it's time to think

Better beware

Be canny and careful

Baby, you're on the brink

You are 16 going on 17

Fellows will fall in line

Eager young lads

And rous and cads

Will offer you food and wine

Totally unprepared are you

To face a world of men

Timid and shy and scared are you

Of things beyond your ken

You need someone older and wiser

Telling you what to do

I am 17 going on 18

I'll take care of you

I am 16 going on 17

I know that I'm naive

Fellows I meet

May tell me I'm sweet

And willingly I believe

I am 16 going on 17

Innocent as a rose

Bachelor dandies

Drinkers of brandies

What do I know of those?

Totally unprepared am I

To face a world of men

Timid and shy and scared am I

Of things beyond my ken

I need someone older and wiser

Telling me what to do

You are 17 going on 18

I'll depend on you

Come in.

Frau Schmidt.

For your new dresses.

- The captain had these sent from town.

- Oh, how lovely!

These will make the prettiest

clothes I've ever had.

Do you think he would

get me more material if I asked?

- How many dresses do you need?

- Not for me, for the children.

I want to make them some play clothes.

The von Trapp children don't play.

They march.

Surely you don't approve of that.

Ever since the captain

lost his poor wife...

...he runs this house as if on

one of his ships.

Whistles, orders.

No more music, no more laughing.

Nothing that reminds him of her.

Even the children.

But that's so wrong.

Oh, well.

How do you like your room?

There'll be new drapes at the windows.

Bu these are fine.

New ones have been ordered.

- But I really don't need them.

- Good night, now.

Frau Schmidt, if I asked

the captain about the material...?

- He's leaving in the morning.

- Of course. How long will he be gone?

It depends. The last time he visited

the baroness, he stayed for a month.

I shouldn't be saying this to you.

I don't know you that well.

But if you ask me,

the captain's thinking seriously...

...of marrying her before

summer's over.

Wonderful! The children will

have a mother again.

Yes.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Dear Father, now I know

why You sent me here.

To help these children

prepare for a new mother.

And I pray this will become

a happy family in Thy sight.

God bless the captain.

God bless Liesl and Friedrich.

God bless Louisa, Brigitta,

Marta and little Gretl.

And I forgot the other boy.

What's his name?

Well, God bless what's-his-name.

God bless the Reverend Mother

and Sister Margaretta...

...and everybody at the abbey.

And now, dear God, about Liesl.

Help her know that I'm her friend...

...and help her tell me

what she's been up to.

Are you going to tell on me?

Help me to be understanding

so I may guide her footsteps.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost.

I was out walking

and somebody locked the doors early.

I didn't want to wake everybody,

so when I saw your window open...

You're not going to tell Father,

are you?

How did you climb up?

It's how we always got in

to play tricks on the governess.

Louisa can make it with

a whole jar of spiders in her hand.

Spiders?

Were you out walking all by yourself?

If we wash that dress tonight,

nobody would notice it tomorrow.

You could put this on.

Take your dress and put it

to soak in the bathtub.

Come back here and sit on the bed,

and we'll have a talk.

I told you today

I didn't need a governess.

Well, maybe I do.

Gretl, are you scared?

You're not frightened

of a storm, are you?

You just stay right here with me.

- Where are the others?

- They're asleep. They're not scared.

Oh, no? Look.

All right, up here on the bed.

- Really?

- Well, just this once. Come on.

- Now we'll wait for the boys.

- You won't see them. Boys are brave.

You weren't scared, were you?

Oh, no. We just wanted

to be sure that you weren't.

- That's very thoughtful of you.

- It wasn't my idea.

It was Kurt's!

Kurt! That's the one I left out!

God bless Kurt.

Why does it do that?

The lightning talks to the thunder,

and the thunder answers.

- But lightning must be nasty.

- Not really.

Why does the thunder get so angry?

It makes me want to cry.

Whenever I'm feeling unhappy,

I just try to think of nice things.

What kind of things?

Well, let me see. Nice things...

Daffodils.

Green meadows.

Skies full of stars.

Raindrops on roses

and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles

And warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages

Tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

Cream-colored ponies

And crisp apple strudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells

And schnitzel with noodles

Wild geese that fly

With the moon on their wings

These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses

With blue satin sashes

Snowflakes that stay

On my nose and eyelashes

Silver white winters

That melt into springs

These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites

When the bee stings

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel so bad

- Does it work?

- Of course.

- What do you like?

- P*ssy willow!

- Christmas!

- Bunny rabbits!

Snakes!

- Chocolate icing!

- No school!

Pillow fights!

- Telegrams!

- Birthday presents!

- Any presents!

- Ladybugs!

A good sneeze!

Gesundheit!

See what fun it is?

Raindrops on roses

And whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles

And warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages

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