The Bad Seed Page #3

Yeah, that Rhoda's a real smart one.

That's a smart little gal.

She's almost as smart as I am.

She sees through me

and I see through her.

Swallow me a frog, but she's smart, huh?

- Jenny, you come back here.

- I wanna see...

You're not to go near the water.

Now, remember, everybody.

You are not to go out on that pier...

...or near the boathouse.

- Oh. Why, Mrs. Penmark. How splendid.

- Good morning, Miss Fern.

- Good morning, Miss Fern.

- Good morning, Rhoda.

- That was a perfect curtsy.

- Thank you, Miss Fern.

You run along with the others now.

I wanna speak to Miss Fern for a minute.

- Yes, Mother.

- That is, if you have a minute.

Well, we're rather rushed this morning,

but, of course, Mrs. Penmark.

Shall we talk while I place

the favors on the tables?

Oh, yes, of course.

Oh, by the way, Miss Fern...

...I have the check here for

the last quarter. Here it is.

Oh, why, thank you.

Now, about Rhoda, naturally, uh...

Tell me frankly, Miss Fern...

...is she always as perfect in everything

as she was in her curtsy?

She does everything extremely well,

as you must know better than I.

And as a person,

does she fit in well at the school?

Let me think. In what way, Mrs. Penmark?

Well, Rhoda's been...

I don't quite know how to say it...

...but there's a mature quality about her

that's disturbing in a child...

...and my husband and I thought

that a school like yours...

...where you believe in discipline

and the old-fashioned virtues...

...might, well, perhaps teach her

to be more of a child.

Yes. Yes, I know what you mean.

Do the other children like her?

Is she popular?

The other children? Oh.

Well, of course, Mrs. Penmark. Um...

Well, I really should get things started.

- Will you excuse me, please?

- Oh, yes, of course, and thank you.

Morning bells are ringing

Ding, dang, 70179

Ding, dang, 70179

- But I did meet him.

- Ha-ha-ha.

But I did meet Freud.

Nobody ever believes me when I tell them

that I met Sigmund Freud.

They don't believe

that you're old enough, little sister.

Anyway, it wasn't Dr. Freud

who analyzed me.

It was Dr. Kettlebaum in London.

Monica's been spread out on couches

from New York to Los Angeles.

And what was Kettlebaum's verdict?

He said my whole trouble

was associating ideas...

...with words and names.

My marriage to Fred Breedlove,

for example.

He said I married Fred

because of the combination of ideas...

...suggested by his name.

The last syllable, "love,"

romantic, eternal...

...and the first syllable...

Hmm. That is rather obvious, isn't it?

And the result of the analysis?

- It broke up my marriage.

- Oh. Ha, ha.

When I explained it

to Mr. Breedlove, he became so confused...

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