A Summer Place Page #5

- We weren't doing anything wrong.

- What if he tells everybody?

Must you parade before open windows

like a strip teaser?

The way to get accepted

here on Pine Island...

...is certainly not by prancing

past open windows...

...and giving away cheap kisses

behind the inn.

Yes, Mama.

Now, don't you ever underestimate

the value of a decent reputation.

If we're to be approved

and allowed to live here...

...it'll be because

we conducted ourselves properly.

Yes, Mama.

I've got nothing against this boy.

He comes from a good family.

He'll undoubtedly inherit this place.

You could do worse.

You've got to play your cards right.

You can't let him think

that your kisses come cheap.

I won't, Mother. Honest.

You're a good girl, I know that.

But you've got to use your head.

You've got to remember

that you have to play a man, like a fish.

You have to make him want you,

and never betray that you want him.

That's what's cheap, wanting a man.

Love should be more

than just animal attraction.

Yes, Mother.

Now, you must promise me that you won't

let him kiss you again until I say it's time.

Okay, but you promise me

that you won't fight with Papa anymore.

Can I say good night to him now?

Of course, darling.

I made a deal with Mama

to stop fighting with you.

That's quite a deal.

What'd you have to give up in return?

Kissing Johnny.

- You got the short end of the stick.

- I know it.

Why did you ever marry her?

I've never heard her say, "I love you,"

to you. Has she?

- No.

- Have you her?

- In the beginning.

- Then why?

I was lonely. So was she, I guess.

Her father used to bring me home

after work for dinner.

It seemed better than being alone

at the time.

- Didn't you ever love anyone else?

- Yep.

But I didn't have much to offer

at the time.

She married the other guy.

Why'd you and Mama

stop sharing the same room?

- She wanted it that way.

- I know. She's anti-sex.

She says all a boy wants out of a girl

is that...

...and when the girl marries,

it's something she has to endure.

I don't wanna think like that, Papa.

She makes me ashamed

of even having a body.

And when I have a naughty dream at night,

she makes me feel like hanging myself.

- How can you help what you dream?

- You can't.

And don't let her spoil yours.

Remember this,

we've got only one great reason for living:

To love and be loved.

That's our sole reason for existence.

But she doesn't love you

and she doesn't love me.

I think her heartache

is that she doesn't know how.

And mine is

that I apparently couldn't teach her.

Good night, Papa.

Sylvia, dear,

I hate breaking in on teatime...

...but I must tell you there's a leak

in the roof.

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