Flower Drum Song Page #3

Fine, respected,

well-educated.

And here she is.

She looks right.

Where did you get this?

Sammy Fong.

He will present her this

afternoon for your inspection.

Good morning, my father.

Auntie?

Did you sleep well, my father?

Yes. Thank you, my son.

Good. I need some money.

Money.

That is nothing unusual.

How much this time?

Twenty-five bucks.

Bucks?

Dollars.

Hi, Pop. Hi, Auntie.

Sit! Only cannibals

eat standing up.

Okay.

And you sit down, too.

Now, what do you need

those $25 for?

He probably got himself

a new tomato.

Tomato?

For $25 you could fill

this room with tomatoes.

Father, I must hurry

or I'll be late for class.

I shall go to the bank

and change a bill.

I will give you

the money later.

I'll advance it

for you, Ta.

If you kept your money in the

bank, you could give him a check.

Do I tell you where

to keep your money?

Here you are, Ta.

Thanks, Auntie.

Well, I've gotta run.

My son, your aunt has been talking

to me about choosing a bride for you.

What are you doing?

I can't wait to have a lot of little

nephews and nieces running around the house.

Quiet!

Your aunt is right.

Father, they don't do things

like that over here.

Here a man picks his own wife.

Ta! While you are still my

son, you will do as I tell you!

There. You have given me

a coughing spell.

I'm sorry, my father.

Strange how your cough comes over

you when you do not get your own way.

But every time

I speak to the boy about...

We can discuss that later,

my father. I've got to go.

Ta!

I gotta go, too.

So long, Pop. Don't take

any wooden chopsticks.

You! You go right back

and finish your breakfast.

What language is he using?

I have a feeling he has been

disrespectful, but I am not sure.

No, no,

that is American-style slang.

And I suppose

it's American-style, too,

when a boy can do anything

without his father's consent.

Yes, but this is the USA.

In my citizenship class,

I have learned,

"We, the people

of the United States,

"are entitled to life, liberty

and the pursuit of happy times."

And the parents are entitled

to pay the bills.

Where are you going,

my sister's husband?

I'm going to the bank to change

my old-fashioned $100 bill.

Bucks? Tomatoes?

Wooden chopsticks?

What are we going to do

about the other generation?

How will we ever communicate

without communication?

You can't account

for what they say or do

And what peculiar thoughts they

think they never reveal to you

A very discouraging problem

is the other generation

And soon there'll be

another one as well

And when

our out-of-hand sons

Are bringing up

our grandsons

I hope our grandsons

give their fathers hell

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