Zenobia Page #3

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It's just some mistake.

Now, don't get yourself all

worked-up, Mrs. Carter.

Thank you, Virginia.

- ...matter, Mother, is anything wrong?

- Everything's just fine, just fine.

You sit here, Darlin', that's right.

Ready!

Yes, 'am.

I beg your pardon Mr. Carter.....

- Good evening, Zero.

- My smellin' salts, Virginia.

Ah, you have them Mrs. Carter...in your hand.

Oh! Yes, yes! Thank you.

Mizz Tibbetts waitin' in the livin' room...

Come along, Dear.

- Good evening.

- Oh, good evening.

Mother, this is Mrs. Carter.

Is it? Oh, yes, I...I'm

so glad you could come.

- You know Virginia Reynolds.

- Of course I do.

- I hope I'm not intruding.

- Not at all, Dear, I'm happy to have you.

- Won't ya'll sit down.

- Oh, thank you, so nice of you.

I knew you wouldn't mind

my bringing Virginia along tonight...

she's company for me.

Why, Mrs. Carter,

I'm delighted. There's nothing like

company when you want somebody with

you...for company.

By the way, where is Dr. Tibbett?

- Mary, why don't you sing something.

- Why, Mother, you know I can't sing very well.

Perhaps Mrs. Carter would

enjoy a nice glass of sherry.

Yes, yes, I think that might help.

I feel one of my migraines coming-on.

- I'll get it for you right away, Mrs. Carter.

- Let me help you.

Oh, Jeff, it's all gone

wrong...the whole thing.

Mother's always that way at

first but she'll thaw-out.

Well, anyway, I'm glad we didn't try

to break the news to her tonight.

So am I.

- Dehlia, is this what you want?

- No, that ain't it.

Umm, if that chicken don't look

good enough to eat...I is!

- No you won't!

- Not even the gizzard?

No. Go over and get me that tureen.

Tureen. Tureen? Dehlia,

tureen is for the soup, ain't it?

Just get it!

.....just a..........

.....tureen.

And when I consulted with a

specialist in Vienna about my nose,

they told me I had the most

unusual case of a tropic rhinitis.

- A sort of a smell blind, you know?

- Smell blind?

Yes, for example, right now I can

almost imagine I smell fried chicken.

Don't you like fried chicken?

Like fried chicken? Why,

it's the worst thing in the

world for a person even

with an ordinary stomach.

Course! That's just the

way I feel about it myself.

Will you excuse me a minute, I

think I hear Dehlia callin' me.

- Dehlia! Dehlia!

- Yes, 'am?

- Chicken, Dehlia, where's the chicken?

- Right here, Ma'am, don't it look good?

Umm...now that you've

made it, throw it out!

- Throw it out?

Uh-huh!

Zero, run out and get a pig!

- Pig?

- Yes, we're gonna have roast pork.

Make some applesauce and

figs, you know me.

Oh, Mizz Tibbett, you can't just catch

a pig and dress it with roast pork. Is it?

- You run the kitchen, don't ask me.

- Well, go and get the pig.

- ...one of OURS?

- Of COURSE one of ours!

- .......get Hanna.

- Yes, Hanna!

...don't bother nobody...

that's the nicest pigs we got.

A person has to be so careful what they eat,

not something simple like roast pork.

Roast pork?

Roast pork!?!

Of course there's nothin'

worse, you're absolutely right.

Just a minute, I think I

hear Dehlia callin' me again.

I'm always hearin' things.

- Dehlia! Dehlia!

- Yes, 'am?

- The roast pork, where's the roast pork?

- It ain't come yet.

Oh, Dear!

...why...we got...this 'un

all right, Mizz...

Yes, thank you, Henry. Turn him loose.

- Eggs, Dehlia, get some eggs.

- Eggs?

And scramble them. No, all of them.

Mary, while you're down there,

get some sherry, and please hurry.

...get outta here, get that pig

outta this kitchen...get-on out!

- She's very pretty, isn't she.

-Yes, very pretty.

I mean she's so attractive, don't you think?

- Such nice clothes and all.

- Now, listen!

For the hundredth time, I didn't know

Mother was bringing Virginia here tonight.

- I didn't have anything to do with it.

- Oh, but Jeffrey, that's real sad.

I think it's real nice she came along.

Here, let me help you.

After all, as your Mother said, you two

were practically brought-up together.

Now, listen, are you gonna

stop talkin' about Virginia,

or will I have to do somethin' about it?

Oh, Jeffrey, I wasn't takin' about her...

All I said was that...

Are you gonna stop talkin' about her?

Darling, I was only saying

that Virginia was a very...

Did you call me, Mizz Mary?

No, Dehlia.

And this one's Dr. Tibbett and

myself when we were married.

Course we were younger then.

And on our honeymoon

when we went to New York.

On MY last visit to New York I consulted

four doctors about the diffused hepatitis.

You know...liver.

They're all agreed they've

never seen anything like it before.

How nice.

And this one's Mary

when she was a little girl.

Sittin' on my lap...that's me

sittin' right here under her.

Gini, my dear, my...

oh, yes...

Sorry to have been so long but we had

a terrible time finding the sherry.

- Didn't we, Jeff?

- And it was right in the bottle all the time.

Well, here's to you two...

Here's to Spring.

Well, well, well, here we all are.

Hello, Dear.

- Good evening, Mrs. Carter.

- Good evenin'.

I never saw you looking better in your life.

Evidently you disagree with all the

outstanding doctors of this country and Europe.

Henry, what kept you so long, Dear,

was it an important case?

Oh! A big case,

the biggest case I've ever had.

You know, Dr. Tibbett, everyone's been so

mysterious, they haven't told me yet why I'm here.

But that's just it, we weren't

gonna tell you 'til later.

Mother!

Really, Dr. Tibbett, if it's anything

concerning YOUR daughter and MY son.

Mother...Mary and I are going to get married.

Why! That's impossible!

And just exactly why is it impossible!?!

What's the matter with us?

Well, My Dear, there's a slight

difference in family backgrounds.

Mrs. Carter, I happen to like my family.

Jeffrey! We're leavin' this house immediately!

I absolutely forbid this marriage!

I'm sorry, Mother, but we're

gonna get married anyway.

Oh...oh, my heart.

- Mary, I'd better take Mother home.

- Yes, I guess you had.

- Come along, Mother.

- Oh, Jeffrey. Oh, Jeffrey.

Oh, my heart, Jeffrey.

- Henry, do something!

- There's nothing TO DO!

It isn't her heart, Bessie!

It's US!

Dinner is now bein' served.

The dining...is...everybody was here just now.

MRS. J. MORTIMER CARTER REQUESTS

THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY AT A

RECEPTION IN THE HOME OF MISS MARY TIBBITT.

Mary Tibbett!

She's so disgustingly healthy.

- I know, Mrs. Carter.

- And such an ordinary person.

Yes, but Jeffrey's got to

find THAT out for himself.

- Now, I wonder how...

- Didn't Mary say she couldn't sing very well?

Why, yes! Yes, I remember.

Oh...

WITH MUSIC.

"In honor of Miss Mary Tibbett."

- Oh, Darling, I'm so happy for you.

- Thank you, Mother.

- It's mighty nice of Mrs. Carter to want us.

- Well, of course she wants us, Daddy.

I knew she'd come around. It was just the

shock when she heard the good news.

Music! Oh, it's no use my going...

I can't play a note.

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