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My hero, sir. I'm so

glad you saved me!

Artificial respiration, please.

Guess I'm getting kicked out...

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey...

Oh!

You gonna be sick?

Are you Stinky? Yeah.

Gee, if... if I had

one of those boards,

I could be a surfer too. I

could come down here and surf

anytime I wanted to,

just like the guys.

You kidding? You

couldn't even lift one.

Hey!

Okay, okay. All right!

There.

That's not the only catch.

What?

They cost about 75 clams apiece.

Even an old used one is $25.

All I've got left out of

my allowance is 4.50.

Hey, but my credit's good!

What do you think we're running

here, a finance company?

But I just got to have one of

those boards, I've just got to.

What's the matter?

Won't the little girls play

dollies with you anymore?

Oh, them, all they

care about is...

Forget it.

Gee, all I wanted to do

is surf. That's all.

25 is rock bottom, huh?

Yeah, rock bottom.

Okay, I'll bring it.

Yeah? When?

Tomorrow.

A manhunt?

Uh-huh.

Francie? Our little girl?

Our teenage daughter, Russ.

I don't care what she is,

Dorothy, I won't have it.

It's a biological fact, Russ.

The female matures

earlier than the male.

A manhunt...

Mm-hmm.

My daughter's out

traipsing around luring...

well, who knows what hoodlums.

Dorothy, why did she have to go?

Oh, I don't think

Francie was eager to.

Well, in the name of heavens

will you tell me what is this,

a place that you escape from?

Shh!

That's a manhunter?

Well, who did you

expect, Kim Novak?

Hi, Mom and Pop. I'm home.

I'm going to give that young

lady a good talking to.

Russ, don't you dare light

into that poor child.

I'm not going to light into her,

I'm only going to give her

a talking to.

Growing up is a very slow and

painful process for a girl.

Well...

Darling, do you have a headache?

Yes, I do. I think

it's the glasses.

Oh, come here.

Lie down.

Oh, Russ, can't you see?

She went because she had to.

A girl needs love.

Well, I love her.

She's my little girl,

my little baby.

I'd do anything for her, and...

I have it!

Pop, can I get you

your slippers?

How about a pipe?

No, no, no, no, no.

How would you like

to do your old dad

a big, big favor, though?

Mow the lawn?

No, no. You're all off.

Sit down.

Uh, Dorothy, you remember

Jeffrey Matthews?

No, I don't, dear.

I introduced you to him

at the convention.

He smokes a pipe. Oh, yes.

Yeah, well, his son is

out here for the summer.

He's a wonderful boy... er, man.

He's a college man.

A-a-a real serious student

and accomplished musician.

Daddy...

Now, naturally,

Jeffrey would like to think

that his boy was dating

the right kind of girl.

Daddy, how could you?

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