The Miracle of Morgan's Creek Page #2

- And then...

- I know.

- The spots.

- The spots.

- Maybe some other time, Trudy.

- I'd be glad to, Norval.

Good night, Trudy.

You forgot your needles.

It really doesn't matter.

I haven't got a phonograph, anyway.

What are you looking at?

You wasn't thinking

of getting married, was you?

At 14?

I was thinking of going down

to the corner and having a soda.

I don't mean what you were thinking about

right now, I mean generally.

- Generally, yes.

- "Generally, yes" what?

Generally yes, I think about marriage.

What else do you think I think about?

- You do, do you?

- Anybody can think about it, can't they?

It doesn't cost anything to think about it.

It's only when you do it that it costs $2.

What costs $2?

You seem to know a great deal

about a subject far beyond your years.

- Like it says here in the paper...

- That's your subject, Papa.

You introduced it.

If you don't like it, ignore it.

Tell your sister

the house ain't paid for, will you?

She knows that, Papa.

You tell her every day.

Every day ain't enough.

What's she doing up there, anyway?

- Getting ready for the party.

- Getting ready for what party?

The dance, Papa.

You've got to kiss the boys goodbye.

It's a farewell party. A military affair.

- Good night, Papa.

- Just a moment!

What is this military

kiss-the-boys-goodbye business...

and where is it to be transacted?

Just like they always do,

in the church basement...

then the country club

and then kind of... Like that.

- Like what?

- That's all.

- Good night, Papa.

- Just a minute!

- What happens after the country club?

- Then they bring you home.

Yeah, by way of Cincinnati

with a side trip through Detroit!

I was a soldier, too, in the last war.

But, Papa, I've already promised

and I'm all dressed up.

You can go get undressed.

It says here in the paper...

But, Papa...

People aren't as evil-minded as they

used to be when you were a soldier, Papa.

When I want any advice out of you,

I'll ask for it.

- And you'll get it.

- Yeah?

I wish Mama was here.

So do I, believe me.

But she ain't. Daughters.

So, as your father and mother combined...

I'm here to tell you that

you ain't going on no more military parties.

Read what it says here in the paper!

If you don't mind my mentioning it, Father,

I think you have a mind like a swamp.

What!

- Aren't you going out tonight?

- No, ma'am.

I thought you were going to the picture.

I thought I would,

and then I figured I wouldn't.

Isn't there a dance or something tonight?

For the soldiers.

I'm sorry, Norval.

If they don't want me, they don't want me.

Couldn't the doctor

give you something to calm you?

Just long enough for the examination,

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