Long, Hot Summer, The Page #2

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"They're young."

For your information, we're still|on the green side of 25 ourselves...

for all the good|it does us.

is like a five-year-old kid.

You know what we were doing in there?|Having a pillow fight.

I hit him so hard, I knocked|the wind smack out of him.

- Hello, Agnes sweetie.|- Hello, Eula.

on this hot day.

Well, I'm not.|I'm damp and cranky.

I know what you mean. I'm going|straight into a bubble bath myself.

Agnes, you bring a beau by one of these|nights, and we'll cook up a party.

Hey, Eula?

Oh, if I'm not mistaken,|that's my master's voice.

"Bring a beau by."

My phone rang|just one time last week.

Just one time.

And this man with a deep,|beautiful voice says...

"Can I interest you in|the "Encyclopaedia Britannica?"

Let's go upstairs, and I'll give you|a permanent. That'll cheer you up.

Clara, you've given me three permanents|in the last six months.

All my ends are splittin'.

havin'all this time on my hands.

I wanna rush home and fix supper|for some big, handsome man...

and put kids in a bathtub|and broil steak and crank ice cream...

and... think about|what the night's gonna bring.

Why aren't there enough men|to go around?

There's no shortage.|Just of the right kind.

- Ooh, I'm not fussy on that subject.|- Neither am I.

Tell me just one thing. Have you ever,|in your life, been proposed to?

- "I have."|- And you let him go?

No, I didn't let him go.|I watched him get scared off.

Hmm, he came to call on me,|and then he met my father.

Then he didn't come calling|on me anymore.

Speaking of your father, when's|that august personage coming home?

Tomorrow,|and the forecast...

is storm and thunder.

Well, you come on over|to my house for supper.

Alan's been askin'|about you.

He's sick in bed,|bein' fed milk puddin'...

all dreamy with temperature.

Thoroughly enjoying himself.

I'd give something to know what goes on|in my brother's temperature dreams.

I know what goes on|in mine.

Uh, don't swivel around.

There's someone comin'.| Someone young.

It's probably|a sewing machine salesman.

Yes, well, even if it is, don't say no|right off. Let's at least talk.

Morning, ladies.|Fine, warm day, isn't it?

Yes, indeed.|Pretty as a picture.

My, my. You all look like|two butterflies lit out on the grass.

Hello again, Miss Clara.

If it's work you're looking for,|you can see the foreman at the gin.

If it's food, they'll take care of you|'round the back door.

Well, now, you hadn't|hit on it yet, lady.

What I'd like to see now|is the man of the house.

Lucius?

What is it, Miss Clara?

Would you tell Mr. Jody there's a person|waiting to see him, please?

You could have said|"gentleman."

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