Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #2

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Okay, Orville.

That's enough.

I'm sorry, honey.

I guess you're not the type.

I can change my type.

I'm very self-reliant.

But you didn't even

let her finish her song!

The chief said he's heard enough,

and he's giving orders around here.

Why, he's passing up

the most colossal, the most in-

You told him that once before,

Uncle Harry, and it didn't do any good.

That's very true, my child,

very true.

You don't know talent

when you see it.

It's people like you that'll put radio

on the spot today.

Why, at this rate, the big networks

will be bankrupt within a year!

Radio Center will be

as empty as your head!

Thousands of employees will be thrown

out of work, and all because of you!

Bah!

I do all that?

You can't come in here!

You'll have to get out.

Now, please.

- How'd you make out, honey?

- The man said I wasn't the type.

There's nothing wrong

with your type.

It's your environment

that's not so hot.

Then maybe I should have

my- my environment fixed.

- Come, come. Enough of this slumming.

- Hmm.

My goodness.

I thought we were wowing them.

Well, I guess it's time

to go home.

It may interest you to know, Rebecca,

that we have no home.

That foul landlady

locked us out this morning.

Uncle Harry, why are landladies

always doing that to us?

It won't happen again. I'm going to give your

other relatives a chance to feed you.

Oh, goody!

You mean were going to have dinner?

I mean I'm taking you to your

Aunt Miranda's at Sunnybrook Farm.

From now on,

you're living with her

But, Uncle Harry, I want to stay here and

be a success like my mother wanted me to.

Well, I've done all can for you.

I taught you all know.

Yes. I guess it just

wasn't enough.

Good-bye, Mr. Bartlett. I'm glad

everything's turned out so well.

So am I, Kent. And don't let anything

happen to that little girl.

Without her, there's no program.

- Just tune in next Wednesday night.

- I'll be glued to that radio.

- Yes?

- Okay for the next kid, chief?

What do you mean "the next kid"? Bring in

the little girl that just sang, and fast.

Well, I didn't think-You didn't-

I didn't think you liked her.

- She just left.

- She just-What? Get her back here!

I want that kid right now!

Oh, of all the stupid,

dumb morons

- Who, me?

- Oh, hello, Lola:

Well, that's a fine greeting

after last night's stand-up.

I'm sorry, Lola.

I was busy. I forgot.

I waited three hours for you.

- I said I'm sorry.

- You still haven't told me where you were.

Lola, can't you understand?

I've been busy, and when I say "busy,"

I mean crazy.

I've had kids in my hair day and night.

Now, please don't make it any worse!

- Well, you needn't scream.

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