Zenobia Page #7
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Mother, I'm not going
back on the witness stand.
- But, Jeffrey!
- You see, I'm going to marry Mary.
If she'll still have me after this.
I don't want to hurt you, Mother.
So...so, I won't say what I'm thinkin'.
But from now on I'm gonna live my
own life, the way I want to live it.
I'm sorry, Mother.
The Court is about to convene.
The Court is now in session.
Recall the witness.
Well, in the first place, Zenobia and I...
Mr. Jeffrey Carter.
My son isn't comin' back.
If Your Honor so pleases, I should like
to call the next witness, Mrs. Carter.
- Proceed.
- Mrs. Carter.
Your Honor...
You will please take the
witness stand and be sworn in.
I'd rather say what I
have to say from here.
This is a little irregular, Mrs. Carter.
I'll reimburse Professor McCrackle
for any damages he may have suffered.
I guess I've been very selfish.
Even though it made a
lot of people miserable
I've always taken exactly what I wanted.
I almost ruined my own son's happiness.
This is the first time I've ever
I...I'm sorry.
- Emily, Emily, don't feel like that.
- Thank you, My Dear.
Case...dismissed.
- Oh, I'm so glad to see ya.
- Good evening.
Is...is...is everything all ready?
Oh, yes, we've been ready
for hours, just go in.
Oh, Henry, Henry.
Oh, good evenin', just go in, won't ya.
Zero, have you seen the Doctor?
Not since dinnertime...
'bout early this mornin'
He'll have a time with his jacket.
- Is she all right, Doctor?
- She's getting along fine.
- Oh, wonderful.
- You have nothing to worry about.
Oh, thank you, Doctor, thanks.
I... ... ...
My daughter's waiting!
Emily, be careful! Your hydrophobia!
Heart, you know.
Heart?!?
There's nothin' the matter with my heart.
Of course there isn't, Darlin'.
Well, to work, to work, to work, to work.
To work, to work, to work, to work.
- Do I look all right?
- Oh, you look lovely.
I remembers when I was a bride.
I wish I could forget it, though.
Whatsa matter, Doctor,
No! And she won't chase me anymore.
But she sure needed me.
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