Vivacious Lady Page #3

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I thought so.

Here.

Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry.

Oh, I'm all right, dear.

Sooner or later, I'll...

Haven't you done enough? I'm all right.

PHONE RINGS:

Hello... Hey! Hello?

Hello, Francie? I haven't quite got

this sorted out but I have an idea.

I want you to get dressed up and

get Keith to take you to the Prom.

My folks will be there.

He wants you to take me to the Prom.

Why bore her on her first night?

Keith, listen, I want her to be

there to meet them when I tell them.

That way it'll be much easier with

all the music and the atmosphere.

I'll meet you in the locker room.

You stay outta the locker room!

Just a moment, Mr Morgan.

That's all right. Who's

the young lady? She's my guest.

Mr Morgan, you know this is a closed

affair - students and faculty only.

She is a student.

Miss Francie Brent.

Yes, a student.

She's a student in my class.

Botany. Class 40.

What'll happen if they find out?

You'll get in trouble. I don't mind.

Don't worry. Everything

will be explained tonight.

Will I like them?

Will they like me?

Nothing like you happened to us before.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Darling... Francie.

Francie, sit down here.

Take your coat off.

Mother and Dad will come that way.

Where did you get to? Hello, Helen.

Helen, this is...

I'd like you to meet...

Miss Francie Brent. Yes.

She's with us now.

She's in my class.

Post-graduate. How do you do.

I recognise your goose flesh. Yes,

it's nice to stand out in a crowd.

Your platonic friendships

are becoming irksome. Come, sweet.

Er...

I... I'll be right back. Excuse me,

Keith. While you drown her.

"Come, sweet"! Who does she think

she is? Why, I'll... Not now.

Hello, Mr Morgan.

Mrs Morgan. Good evening, Uncle

Peter, Aunt Martha. Good evening.

I made a fine impression!

I'd better go home.

It could have been worse.

I might have hit him. Come on.

Wait. How do I look? Where's Peter?

I think I'd better go fix my face.

The little girls' room's over there.

All right. I'll be back.

Oh, Helen, excuse me, I want to

speak to Dad. No. No? No, what?

No, I won't excuse you. Why not?

Because it's my dance. And I don't

want you to behave like your father.

Dad's all right! Louder, I didn't

hear you. He's still all right!

Excuse me.

It was her fault.

Oh, what lovely sheer hose!

Where do you get them?

Livingstone's, Fifth Avenue.

They have only the best and

I think it pays, don't you? Naturally.

To buy the best, I mean.

I wish we could get them here.

Send away for them.

I do when I go south for winter.

- Have you a cigarette?

- Hm?

- May I have a cigarette?

- Oh...a cigarette?

Oh, yes, I have a cigarette.

Oh, I couldn't take your last one.

Go ahead.

I can take 'em or leave 'em.

How's that?

Thank you.

Now, about those hose - I wouldn't

send away for them, if I were you.

You can buy them any place

for 50 cents cheaper. Really?

Just because they come from Fifth

Avenue, you have to pay 25% more.

And besides, they run.

We haven't met before.

No.

Are you going to be with us?

I am.

You're a new student?

That's right.

Mrs Morgan. Yes. Mr Morgan says to

tell you he's waiting. Thank you.

And Mrs Morgan...you better snuff

out that snipe! Oh, of course!

Thank you.

Good night, my dear.

I hope you're going to like us.

I was gonna say the same thing.

If my husband wouldn't let me smoke,

I'd get me a husband that would.

Depends on which you enjoy the most.

SHE MUMBLES TO HERSELF

I met Peter's mother.

Did you say who you were?

No. But I think she's wonderful!

She was my favourite aunt before

she got married. Let's find Peter.

And hurry, cos I got the shakes.

Huh!

If she gets any closer,

she'll be behind him!

What do you think you're doing?

Don't you know? I'm mad about you!

Darling, give me your neck to bite

into. Round the jugular! Raargh!

I don't mean to be prudish, but

the way you were holding that girl!

Well, now, she was holding me!

Would I be too boring if I suggested

you break off your engagement?

The engagement's broken.

She doesn't know.

But I want to take

one thing at a time.

Did you get your ring back? I never

gave her a ring! Don't shout!

We're quarrelling, and no-one knows

we're married. You won't tell them!

If we want to quarrel,

why shouldn't we?

It's one of the nice things about

being married. Certainly. Certainly.

Right, sit here. I'm gonna tell 'em!

Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Then why don't you tell 'em!

I... I just didn't mean

to upset you.

I'm not upset about that.

It's just...

I got the shakes. I know

I'm gonna make a mess outta things.

My mascara's running.

Why, darling, you are shaking.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

They're just my

mother and father.

Then why are you shaking? Huh?

Sympathetic action.

Hold your breath and count to ten.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven... It's no use.

All right. Now.

Go get 'em!

Hold your head up a little higher.

There. There. Now, don't move.

I'll be right back.

I wouldn't try that in a high wind.

You might take off.

Keith, get Mother

and bring her here. I'll get Dad.

I wonder if you could stand

me saying I dislike you intensely.

I want to go away. Not before I tell

you Peter and I are to be married.

Is that so? Not that knowing that

would make any difference. Well, no.

Peter needs protection

against a certain type of woman.

I could work on that.

Will you mind your own business or

must I give you a piece of my mind?

I couldn't take the last piece.

Why did you do that?

I'll only have to hit you back.

You contemptible little blonde! How

dare you? Who do you think you are?

There, and there's plenty more! I

won't keep still, I won't, I won't!

Shhh!

Shhh! How dare you? You can't do

that! I won't keep still. I won't!

You can't do that! Stop "shushing"

me! I don't care who hears me!

Ow! Ooh!

Right. Put 'em up.

So, you wanna talk to the old man?

Strong and healthy and yet

he has to come to the old man.

Chip off the old block. Well, what

is it, son? Is he too big for you?

Well, he can't lick both of us,

can he? Excuse me.

Now, don't tell me - you've got

something up your sleeve. I can tell.

Out with it. Gimme up the truth.

It's a surprise.

I've sent for Mother. I want

you both here. It'd better be good.

Dad, this is good.

Ah, ha, ha...

It... It's good, Peter.

Er...

Don't you think

it's a little too rough?

Rough?

Now, wait a minute!

Francie, wait!

Let me at her! Easy...

Let me at her! Let me at her!

Take it easy.

So, Helen fouled you with a pin?

Yes, and behind my back.

If that fight had only gone another

round! I've made a mess of things.

Don't be silly. Helen was a mess

before you got to her.

What happens if they find out I'm not

a student? Will you lose your job?

We'll worry about that tomorrow.

In the meantime,

we'll just worry about tonight.

Make yourself comfortable, Francie.

Anything you can't find,

you'll have to do without.

I'll kiss your husband goodnight

for you.

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