Splendor in the Grass Page #3

- Just because his father's got money-

- That's not true.

Well, they were very brave

and things like that.

Bud Stamper isn't stuck on himself at all.

What in the world do you mean

by "things like that" exactly?

Well, I don't know exactly.

Let us learn to express ourselves

with as much precision as possible.

Juanita, you had your hand up?

The Knights of the Round Table

had a very high regard for women.

In what way, Juanita?

They looked on women as very pure.

They wouldn't look on her as very pure.

All right now, I want it quiet

in this classroom!

The next time there is talking

while this class is in session...

...I am going to send the culprit

to the principal's office.

Yes, Juanita, you're quite right.

The Knights did have a very high regard

for womanhood.

In fact, they put women on a pedestal.

Some people say that chivalry is not dead.

Well, how about it, girls?

Do any of you feel

that you're on a pedestal?

That's unnecessary roughness.

Fifteen yards.

Come on, you've been on me all day!

You're out!. You're out of the game!

Who you taking out, Toots?

Never mind who.

Okay, okay, what's so funny about that?

She's the only girl who knows

what it's all about.

You can say that again.

I'll never look twice at those other girls.

They expect you to be satisfied

if they even kiss you good night.

Hi, Bud.

Hi, Juanita.

Did you see Toots in there?

Yeah, yeah. He should be right out.

You played a wonderful game.

Thank you.

He should be right out.

Hi, sweetheart.

I suppose you wish I were more

like Juanita Howard, don't you?

What?

I saw the way you were looking at her.

I think she's disgraceful.

The way she stands

waiting for one of the players-

Wait a minute.

There isn't any reason in the world

why I shouldn't speak to her.

You were more than speaking to her.

I'm supposed to not notice her?

Is that what you expect out of me?

I'm not even supposed to know

girls like that exist, huh?

Bud, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, Bud, honest.

- All right, you're sorry.

Mr. Loomis, a customer for meat.

Bud, please don't be mad.

I'm not mad, Deanie.

Hi, Bud. Deanie.

- Hi, Mr. Loomis.

- Hi, Dad.

I just can't stand it

when you're mad at me.

I don't know what's the matter

with me lately.

I'm always losing my temper.

You're the only girl in the world for me,

you know that?

I want to be.

If it weren't for you...

If it weren't for you, Deanie, I'd...

I don't know!.

Bud, it's broad daylight.

- Who cares?

- Stop it. Stop it.

Come on now. Bud! People can see us.

I don't care.

Bud, stop it. Come on now.

Mom?

Mom?

She's not here.

- Mom?

- "Mom? "

Nobody's here.

Stop that.

Yes, Mrs. Harper, here's your change.

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