The Parent Trap Page #2

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- No, Ma'am. Just look-alikes.

An amazing resemblance.

I gather that you two girls

don't get along together.

Have you ever heard

of Gilbert and Sullivan?

Yes, Ma'am.

They were composers.

They wrote a memorable song called

"Let the Punishment Fit the Crime".

Let the punishment fit the crime.

Sharon McKendrick, we are waiting.

Girls, follow me.

Girls, that's enough of this nonsense!

Go back to your activities!

All right, young ladies.

In here.

Yes...

Yes.

Four weeks left

and you'll spend them together.

Room together, eat together, play together.

You'll find a way to live with each other,

or you'll punish yourselves far better

than I ever could. Bye, girls.

It drives her crazy. I completely ignore her.

- Good!

- The Coventry treatment.

The silence will drive her out of her mind.

- My goodness! Hurry! Quick!

- I've got it!

Turn it down over there. Tight.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Gosh! Look at this mess!

- Are any of them spoilt?

- It didn't do them any good.

Darn! Look at this one. It's ruined.

That's a shame. Who is he?

Are you kidding? Ricky Nelson.

Your boyfriend?

I wish he was!

You mean you never heard of him?

Where do you come from? Outer space?

No. I'm from Boston.

Oh... Boston.

- Where's your home?

- California.

I've seen movies of California. Is it nice?

Sensational. We got a ranch in Carmel.

I got a picture. You wanna see it?

That's the house.

The stables go off down there.

- How lovely.

- I got my own horse.

We've got a lake. You can fall out of

the front door and go swimming any time.

- Who is this?

- My Dad. Isn't he dreamy?

He's very handsome. Is it cold in here?

I'm hot. Want a Fig Newton?

What's your pop like? Is he a friend

or one of those busy types?

I don't have a father, actually.

Mummy and Daddy separated.

She never mentions him now.

It's scary the way

nobody stays together these days.

- There'll be more divorces than marriages!

- Isn't it the truth?

- How old are you?

- 13.

So am I. I can't wait till I'm 18.

I'll get my own car

and go dancing till midnight.

- I'll be 14 November 12th.

- No kidding? That's my birthday too.

Isn't that peculiar? November 12th?

Hm-mm. Funny, isn't it?

Oh-oh. This one's full.

Hey, it's stopped raining!

- What is your mother like?

- I can't remember her.

- Did she die?

- Nope.

Busted up with Dad.

But she was fabulous, absolutely fabulous.

- How do you know?

- A picture on Daddy's desk.

But he caught me looking at it

and it's gone now.

Do you want to come

and get a popsicle with me?

How can you think of that

at a time like this?

At a time like what?

Don't you feel it?

Don't you know what's happening?

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