The Sound of Music Page #8

If you don't believe us, you must have

some idea of where you think we were.

- Marta.

- Yes, Father.

You tell me.

Friedrich told you, Father.

We were berry picking.

- I forgot! You were berry picking.

- Yes, we love berry picking.

All afternoon?

- We picked thousands.

- Thousands?

- They were all over the place.

- What kind of berries?

- Blueberries, sir.

- Blueberries.

It's too early for blueberries.

- They were strawberries.

- Strawberries?

It's been so cold lately,

they turned blue.

Very well. Show me the berries.

- We...

- Well...

- Show me the berries you picked.

- We don't have them.

You don't have them?

What happened to them?

- We...

- We ate them.

- You ate them?

- Yes!

- They were so good.

- Delicious.

Very well.

Since you've obviously stuffed

yourselves on thousands of berries...

...you can't be hungry anymore,

so I'll have to tell Frau Schmidt...

...to skip your dinner.

It's your fault.

We should have told him the truth.

And made him boiling mad at us?

It's better than starving to death.

We didn't do anything wrong.

We just wanted to see her.

My stomach's making noises.

The least they could have done

was to let us say hello.

- I wonder what grass tastes like.

- I feel awful.

When Frulein Maria wanted to feel

better she used to sing that song.

Let's try it.

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

Why don't I feel better?

Girls in white dresses

With blue satin sashes

Snowflakes that stay

On my nose and eyelashes

- Silver white winters...

- Frulein Maria's back!

...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

- Children, I'm so glad to see you.

- We missed you.

I missed you.

- Kurt, how are you?

- Hungry.

- What happened to your finger?

- It got caught.

- Caught in what?

- Friedrich's teeth.

- Liesl, you all right?

- Just fair.

- Any telegrams been delivered lately?

- None at all.

But I'm learning to accept it.

I'll be glad when school begins.

Liesl, you can't use school to escape

your problems. You have to face them.

I have so much to tell you.

We have things to tell you too.

The most important thing is

that Father is going to be married.

Married?

Yes, to Baroness Schraeder.

Oh, I see.

Father, look!

Frulein Maria's back!

Frulein Maria's back from the abbey.

Good evening, captain.

Good evening.

Everyone inside for dinner.

Dinner!

You left without saying goodbye.

Even to the children.

It was wrong of me. Forgive me.

Why did you?

Please don't ask me.

The reason no longer exists.

Frulein Maria, you've returned.

Isn't it wonderful, Georg?

I wish you every happiness,

baroness.

You too, captain.

The children say you're to marry.

Thank you, my dear.

You are back to stay?

Only until arrangements can be made

for another governess.

There you are.

I must speak to cook

about the schnitzel.

It is entirely too delicious

for my figure.

And it makes you much too quiet

at the dinner table.

Or was it the wine?

Undoubtedly the wine.

You have no idea

the trouble I'm having...

...trying to decide on

a wedding present for you.

Oh, I know. I'm enough.

But I do want you to have

some little trifle for the occasion.

At first I thought

of a fountain pen...

...but you've already got one.

Then I thought perhaps a villa

in the south of France...

...but they are so difficult

to gift-wrap.

Oh, Georg, how do you

feel about yachts?

A long, sleek one

for the Mediterranean...

...or a tiny one

for your bathtub, huh?

- Elsa.

- Where to go on our honeymoon?

Now, that's a real problem.

A trip around the world

would be lovely. And then I said:

"Oh, Elsa, there must be

someplace better to go."

- But don't worry, darling, I'll...

- Elsa.

Yes, Georg.

It's no use...

...you and I.

I'm being dishonest to both of us...

...and utterly unfair to you.

- When two people talk of marriage...

- No, don't.

Don't say another word, please.

You see, there are other things

I've been thinking of.

Fond as I am of you, I really don't

think you're the right man for me.

You're much too independent.

And I need someone

who needs me desperately...

...or at least needs

my money desperately.

I've enjoyed every moment we've had

together and I do thank you for that.

Now, if you'll forgive me...

...I'll go inside,

pack my little bags...

...and return to Vienna

where I belong.

And somewhere out there...

...is a young lady who, I think...

...will never be a nun.

Auf Wiedersehen, darling.

Hello.

I thought I just might find you here.

Was there something you wanted?

No, no, no. Sit down, please.

Please.

May I?

You know, I was thinking

and I was wondering two things:

Why did you run away to the abbey?

And what was it

that made you come back?

Well, I had an obligation

to fulfill...

...and I came back to fulfill it.

Is that all?

And I missed the children.

Yes.

- Only the children?

- No. Yes.

- Isn't it right that I missed them?

- Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

I was only hoping that perhaps you...

Perhaps you might...

Yes?

Well, nothing was the same

when you were away...

...and it'll be all wrong again

after you leave...

...and I just thought perhaps

you might change your mind.

Well, I'm sure the baroness will be

able to make things fine for you.

Maria...

- There isn't going to be any baroness.

- There isn't?

No.

I don't understand.

Well, we've called off our engagement,

you see, and...

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Yes. You are?

- You did?

- Yes.

Well, you can't marry someone

when you're...

...in love with someone else...

...can you?

The Reverend Mother always says:

"When the Lord closes a door,

somewhere He opens a window."

What else does

the Reverend Mother say?

That you have to look for your life.

Is that why you came back?

And have you found it...

...Maria?

I think I have.

I know I have.

I love you.

Oh, can this be happening to me?

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood

Perhaps I had a miserable youth

But somewhere

In my wicked, miserable past

There must have been a moment of truth

For here you are

Standing there loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

Do you know when I first

started loving you?

That night at dinner, when you sat

on that ridiculous pine cone.

What?

I knew the first time you blew

that silly whistle.

Oh, my love.

For here you are

Standing there loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth...

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