Bright Eyes Page #2

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Now, darling,

don't get yourself all excited.

Child:
I don't care! No! No!

No! No! No!

Darling, you must practice

your piano lesson.

You won't have to

practice again...

until after Santa Claus

has been here.

There ain't any Santa Claus!

Don't say "ain't," darling. Say "isn't. "

Ain't! Ain't! Ain't!

What's all this noise about?

Mother wants me to practice,

and I don't wanna!

You must do

as Mama says, dear.

Well, I ain't gonna!

Now, look here,

young woman-

Remember what

the psychoanalyst said-

The child mind must

never be coerced.

One must use

persuasion and reason.

Now, darling...

practice your lesson, and mama

will buy you something nice.

What?

- Anything you like.

- Anything?

Yes, dear. What would you

especially like?

A machine gun!

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!

Rat-a-tat!

That's a good girl.

? 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3?

? 1, 2, 3, 1?

? 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3...?

Hey! Is there anybody at all

in this confounded house?

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? 1, 2, 3, 1?

Hey! Somebody! Anybody!

Come and help me downstairs!

Hey!

? 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3?

So you think you're gonna make

me stay up here today, do you?

Well, I'll show you.

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Oh!

Doggone it!

Why, Uncle Ned!

Why didn't you call us?

Call you?

I yelled, and I shouted

and bellowed.

A fat lot of good it did me.

No one pays

any attention to me.

No one cares

what happens to me.

All you do is think of yourselves.

Oh, Uncle Ned,

you know that isn't so.

Mary.

Yes, Mr. Smythe?

My name is Smith!

His name is Smythe.

Yes, Mr. Smith.

Didn't you hear me holler

a little while ago?

No, sir, I didn't.

Folks around here had

better get their ears fixed.

That's all, Mary.

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

? 1 and 2 and 3 and...

1 and 2 and-?

Stop it!

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

Is that all you know?

Mama! Mama!

Mama. Mama.

It's a good thing

I'm not your mama.

Why, it's enough

to drive a man crazy.

Things better be a little

different around here...

or you're gonna see

the last of me.

And another thing-

You stop telling people...

I made my money

in sanitary engineering.

It was sewers!

Sewers! And don't you forget it!

And, oh...

How much longer

must I stand this?

Now, now, dear. Be calm.

That horrid man.

He's just impossible.

Yes, I know he's trying,

but after all...

we can afford to be patient.

It will pay us in the end.

Any money he leaves us

we'll have earned.

Yes, that's true...

but with my business

in such condition...

we'd better keep on

humoring him.

And, Mama, every time

he sees me, he makes a face.

Never mind, darling.

Well, I must be getting

down to the office.

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