Gregory's Girl Page #3

She's got funny ears.

Right. Three kicks each

at goal now.

Let's see how you do

against a real goalkeeper.

You first, dear.

Right. That's it. Finished.

Stamina test.

Once around the playing field

and back to the dressing room.

It's only a quarter of a mile...

and should be treated

as a sprint.

Right. Off you go.

Well?

I'll let everyone know

in the fullness of time.

I'll pass the word on

to Mrs. Macalpine.

I was the best.

You know I was the best.

It's not that simple.

It could be out of my hands.

I'll have to see.

If I was the best,

I should be on the team.

-The notice said so.

-I said we'll see.

You might very well

get onto the team.

We'll work it out soon.

You've got to put me

on the team list!

I want to sign something.

What a dream.

Mr. Menzies!

I want to sign something.

Open the door.

Look, Charlie,

we've got to get some girls.

We've got to make a move.

Even Gregory's at it now.

We're falling behind.

I don't think

there's any advantage...

in putting it off any longer.

Besides,

it's making me depressed.

Sorry I'm late.

That's just paint there.

I'll get the biscuit mix

started.

You go and put the oven on.

-Four hundred and fifty degrees.

-Yes, boss.

Hey, Steve, can you help me out

with this pastry mix thing?

Pastry mix? There's more

than one kind, you know.

Short crust, flaky, rough puff.

Margaret's doing the strudel

soup, and I'm doing pies.

It's the eggs I'm not sure of.

"Strudel soup?"

Oh, I'd love to try

some of that.

It's noodle soup, and you don't

put eggs in the pastry anyway.

It's eight ounces of flour,

four ounces of margarine--

Pinch of salt.

Mix it up...

put it in the oven for

fifteen minutes, that's that.

No eggs, no strudel.

Nothing, OK?

That simple, really, is it?

There are five guys

in fifth year...

crying themselves to sleep

over that.

Six,

if you count the music teacher.

Look, take it easy.

Just take it easy.

You ever been in love?

I'm in love.

Since when?

Half an hour ago.

It's great.

I feel restless, and I'm dizzy.

It's wonderful.

Bet I don't get any sleep

tonight.

That sounds

more like indigestion.

No, I'm serious.

Who is it?

Is it a mature woman?

Did you wash your hands?

Don't be crude.

It's someone

on the football team.

-Really?

-Yeah.

Have you told anyone else

about this?

Probably just a phase.

Who is it, Andy?

No, it's Dorothy.

She's a girl.

She's got lovely long hair.

And she smells...

really gorgeous.

Even if you just walk past her

in the corridor...

she smells gorgeous.

She's got teeth,

lovely white teeth.

White, white teeth.

Oh, that Dorothy--the hair,

the teeth, and the smell.

Oh, that Dorothy.

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