Love Finds Andy Hardy

Twelve-year-old boy

driving an automobile.

l think your father's

as much to blame as you.

Father don't know about it.

-You said you had permission.

-l did. l got permission from Eddie Cooper.

-lt's his car.

-His car?

You mean it was his car.

Now it's a pile of junk.

And a law-abiding farmer's tractor

is damaged to the extent of $30.

So, Mr. James MacMahon, Jr...

...this court sentences you to 90 days.

Ninety days, Mr. Watkins, of working

for you after school.

Weeding turnips or sawing wood or any

other form of labor to make up your loss.

Jimmy, you tell your father

about this mess.

Dad? He'd just about

skin me alive.

l vaguely suspected

something of that sort.

This court will recess for 30 minutes

while l try a case in chambers.

Am l late, judge?

l came the minute l got your call.

That's quite all right, Mary.

Quite all right. Sit down.

Now....

The way this thing

looks to me...

...it appears that you...

...Mrs. Harry Tompkins, purchased an

expensive radio on an installment plan.

lt appears, Mary, that you're three months

in arrears in the payments.

l thought l could pay

from the household money.

The store wants to attach

your husband's salary.

You just can't let them take Harry's

salary. He'd never forgive me.

Besides, Mary, employers,

they don't like that sort of thing.

That's why l called you.

Now, Mr. Barnes, l shall delay issuing

a warrant in this case for 30 days.

ln the meantime, this court

will guarantee full payment.

That suits me fine, judge.

We don't like this sort of thing,

but it's business.

-l know. l know.

-Good day, judge.

-Good day, Mr. Barnes.

-Good day, Mrs. Tompkins.

Even with 30 days more,

l don't see how--

Your husband's always bragging around

at lodge meeting...

...what a miracle of a cook

you've got.

Augusta? She's the best cook ever,

if l know anything about cooking...

-...and l was raised in my mother's kitchen.

-Splendid, splendid.

Now, when you get home...

...tell Harry to give you the wages

he used to pay the cook...

...and you cook from now on. Thatll give

you the money you need for the payments.

Judge Hardy, do you think it's fair

that Augusta loses her job...

-...just because l've been foolish?

-Mary, for a long time...

...l've been trying to get up the courage

to tell Mrs. Hardy we should have a cook.

For 30 years she's cooked with

her own hands every meal l've eaten.

She's gonna be furious.

But l'm putting my foot down.

-Send your cook to my house tomorrow.

-l'll never be able to thank you.

And on your way home, drop in on

Mrs. Hardy and just mention crabapple jam.

She's preserving.

lf Harry likes them, tell him you

know where he can get lots more.

-Thank you so much.

-You're welcome.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye, Mary.

-Goodbye, Miss Forrest.

-Goodbye, Mary.

l can't help it, Milly.

l'm glad to give the stuff away.

All the pleasure's gone from putting up

preserves. Guess l'm getting old.

Emily, why don't you get a girl to help

you in the kitchen?

Why, l'd never dare suggest it to James.

He wouldn't touch a mouthful of food

unless l cooked it myself.

l thought it was unusually quiet

around here.

Andy's usually home by this time.

Wonder where he can be?

There's $ 1 2. l'll sign a promissory note

for the other 8.

Of course, you know, you can't have

the car till you pay the full $20.

-Nobody pays cash nowadays.

-Then bring me that promissory note...

...signed by your father.

Why, l can't make Dad

sign a note, because--

Because he don't know you

figure on buying this car.

Sure he does. That is, he hasn't had

time for me to let him know about it.

-All right. No $8, no automobile.

-Oh, look, please.

l'll get the money

to you somehow.

But in the meantime, can't l come down

and do a little work on it?

Certainly. ln a way, it's your car.

Thanks, Mr. Dugan.

l'll have the money by the 23rd.

Because l need the car on the 24th.

Or l'll be a social outcast.

-Hi, Polly!

-Hi!

-Hi there!

-Hello. You're two hours late.

l'm sorry, Polly.

l have bad news for you.

l can't go to the country club dance

on Christmas Eve.

You can't go? You've got to.

You don't know the sacrifices l'm making.

lt's impossible. We're going to my

grandmother's tomorrow for the holidays.

A whole year to visit her

and you pick Christmas.

Can't be helped.

And me with a new evening dress.

lt's got a low neck

and practically no sleeves.

-Yeah?

-lt would have been fun...

...going to the dance with you.

At the club, there's a lot of little places

where you can sneak out between dances.

Really, l think we're getting much too old

for that sort of thing, hugging and kissing.

l ain't ever too old

for hugging and kissing.

You didn't act no 90 years old

last night on the porch yourself.

Why, Andrew Hardy!

You kissed me last night by force.

Well, it's good that way too.

Polly, let's get dressed and walk home

the long way through the trees.

Andy.

You'll take some other girl

to the dance, l suppose.

No, l won't. There's no other girl l'd ask.

l'm going stag.

That's sweet of you, Andy.

Sit down, Polly?

Polly, when l say goodbye

to you tomorrow...

-...will you wear your new evening dress?

-ln the daytime?

-That's ridiculous, Andy.

-Oh, please, Polly?

The one l'm not gonna see

at the dance.

With the low neck

and practically no sleeves.

l certainly will not.

lt might get mussed.

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