Bright Eyes Page #3

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- Good-bye, dear.

- Good-bye.

Good-bye, darling.

Never you mind, darling.

Don't you let him worry you.

Sit up.

Sit up.

- Ha ha ha!

- Ha ha ha!

Miss Blake's car is ready, sir.

Very good, Meadows.

The royal chariot awaits, madam.

Come on.

Ha ha ha!

Bye, Ray.

I'll see you later.

Bye, honey. Bye.

Hello, Harry.

Hello, Shirley.

Hi, Shirley.

Hi.

Hello there.

Mr. Higgins?

Yes, madam?

See that?

That's mistletoe.

Thank you, madam.

- Mother.

- Yes, darling?

May I help you

with the dishes?

No, honey, but I tell

you what you can do.

Take this down

to the incinerator...

and leave it there.

All right.

Higgins, what's that

on your face?

My face, madam?

Yes.

It appears to be

chocolate, madam.

Look out for the police car!

Here comes the police car!

Everybody, get out of the way!

Everybody, get out of the way!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Why, you poor little thing.

You must have cracked up.

You should be in the hospital.

Hey, that's my doll.

Well, I just found her here.

You can't have her.

You bad old thing.

You ran away from home...

and I'm gonna spank you.

If you give her to me...

I'll take care of her.

I'll wash her face...

and make her some

clothes and everything.

You can't have her!

You wanna know why?

Because I'm gonna kill her.

? Happy, happy, happy days?

? Happy days, happy days?

? Happy days, happy days?

? Happy days, happy-?

Hey, what are you gonna

get for Christmas?

I'm gonna get a doll house

with real furniture...

and a little piano

and a tennis racket...

and a great big doll.

I asked Santy Claus

to bring me a doll.

Santa Claus? Pooh!

There ain't any Santa Claus.

- There is, too.

- There is not!

There is not, because

my psychoanalyst told me.

There ain't any Santa Claus.

There ain't any fairies

or giants or anything like that.

I'll bet you'd feel bad...

if you woke up

tomorrow morning...

and you didn't

have any presents.

Well, I won't.

You want to know why?

'Cause I already peeked

in the closet and saw 'em.

I don't care what you saw.

There is a Santy Claus.

There ain't!

Mr. Smith?

Huh?

There is a Santy Claus, isn't there?

What did she say?

She says there isn't.

Then there is.

You think you're smart, don't you?

Well, I'll show you!

You'll what?

You'll...

Aarrrgh!

Get outta here!

Go on!

Get out of here!

Go on! Get outta here!

Mama! Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Shirley.

Shirley, where are you?

Here I am.

Oh, well, my goodness.

We got rid of her, all right.

Thanks, Mr. Smith.

Oh, that's all right.

I like you.

You're the only one

around here that does.

They don't like me...

and listen,

I don't like them, either.

I made the arrangements...

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