Christmas in Connecticut Page #2
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 1945
- 101 min
- 1,501 Views
- Oh, I don't know.
It's because he's never had a home.
- He doesn't realize.
- Why don't you do something about it?
Well, do what?
Well, if he spent Christmas
in a real homey home, he might...
That's how Sally Jackson
hooked a Marine last year.
Yeah, but whose home?
Everybody I know lives
in a hotel or one room.
You have a problem.
"Alexander Yardley."
Why, of course.
My dear Mr. Yardley...
...I hope you will remember little me.
This is Mary Lee...
...the girl who nursed
your granddaughter...
...back to health from the measles.
Alexander Yardley?
- Yes, this is Mr. Yardley's residence.
- Special delivery.
Thank you.
- Elkins.
- Yes, sir?
- Did my daughter phone?
- Yes, sir. Midnight last night...
...but I thought it best not to waken you.
- When is she getting here?
- She said she and your granddaughters...
...can't get away from Washington.
Her war work is too heavy.
Say anything else?
Just that she'd call you
and wish you a merry Christmas, sir.
Not much of a Christmas
for me all alone.
No, sir. I'm sorry, sir.
Good morning, Mr. Yardley.
Good morning.
That Elizabeth Lane feature,
the housewife one...
...runs in Home and Garden?
No, sir. Smart Housekeeping.
Get me, what's-his-name...
...Mr. Beecham,
on the direct wire, the editor.
Yes, Mr. Yardley.
Mr. Beecham at Smart Housekeeping, sir.
This is Alexander Yardley.
Oh, yes. Yes. How are you, sir?
May I wish you a merry Christmas?
Well, thank you, sir.
Yes, Mrs. Lane's feature is...
But... But I'm not sure
I could do that, Mr. Yardley.
Mrs. Lane's farm and her home life are
something we have no right to intrude on...
I only ask two things of my editors.
Print the truth and obey my orders.
I expect Mrs. Lane at 4.
Elizabeth? This is Dudley.
I think I'd better have lunch with you.
It's important.
Well, then I'll come over now
and see you.
From my living room window
as I write...
...I can look out across the broad
front lawns of our farm...
...like a lovely picture postcard
of wintry New England.
In my fireplace, the good cedar logs
are burning and crackling.
I just stopped to go
into my gleaming kitchen...
...to test the crumbly brown goodness
of the toasted veal cutlets in my oven.
Cook these slowly.
Come in.
- Miss Lane?
- Yes.
Thank you very much.
- Merry Christmas.
- Same to you, miss.
- Felix.
- Hello. Your breakfast.
Felix, you shouldn't.
Not in this weather.
All the way from the restaurant
with no hat or coat. You'll catch cold.
Pishy-poshy.
In Budapest, this was summer.
Anyway, it's just around the corner...
...and anyway, if it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't got no restaurant.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Christmas in Connecticut" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 26 Apr. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/christmas_in_connecticut_5520>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In