Come Back, Little Sheba Page #4

One fellow had his hands clamped

together so he wouldn't kill anyone.

There was a young man,

scratched his eyes out.

Oh, don't, Daddy.

It's awful they take 'em there,

just 'cause they get drunk.

They'll sober him up, that's the

important thing. Let's not talk about it.

Maybe Marie

can go to a movie with you.

No, she's probably going out

somewheres with Turk.

She shouldn't be going out

with a fellow like Turk.

I don't know why you say that.

Turk's nice.

Fellow like that has no respect

for nice, young girls.

I can tell just by looking at him.

You think every girl is like Jennifer

Jones in The Song of Bernadette.

I like to believe that young people

like her are clean and decent.

- Hi.

- Hi, honey. My, you're up early.

- You want any breakfast?

- No, thank you.

It's such a nice morning,

why don't you walk with me?

- Yeah, Daddy, it'll do you good.

- I might come home for lunch.

Fine. I'll fix something hot for you.

- I hope I'm not rushing you.

- Not at all.

Have a good day. That's all right,

Daddy, you go on.

- Bye, you two, have fun.

- Wanna walk to the office?

- No, Daddy, I ain't even dressed.

- Kiss Daddy goodbye.

- Bye-bye.

- Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?

- Go on, Doc.

- Can't spend time kissing all the girls.

- Can I carry those?

- They're not heavy, I can manage.

It would look silly, a man my age.

A lot of men your age go to school.

I guess you had your share of college.

You can always tell

when a man's educated.

And isn't that a Phi Beta Kappa key?

I found it in a drawer the other day.

You're observant, Marie.

- Where'd you go?

- Mead. Most people never heard of it.

If they know anything

about medical colleges they have.

It's to medicine what Harvard is to law.

I had an uncle who went there.

Do people usually go to Mead

to become chiropractors?

- Well, I... I didn't finish there.

- What happened?

Well, I... I just didn't finish.

You take biology? You like it?

Sure. What's more interesting than

nature, especially our own bodies?

Speaking of bodies, my friend Turk.

This is where I have to leave you.

Have a good day.

- Same to you, Marie.

- Hey, Turk.

- If it isn't Mrs Rembrandt.

- Got room for me on your handlebars?

- Hello, Mrs Coffman. How are you?

- Thank you, fine, Mrs Delaney.

You're the busiest woman I ever saw.

Keeping busy is keeping happy.

With four kids to look after,

you've got no time to sit around.

- No, I suppose not.

- You don't hear me complain.

Oh, no, you never complain.

I wouldn't, either, if I had

a little cutie like Gretchen.

She's such a darling.

I'm afraid my little doggy has gone

for good, Mrs Coffman. I miss her so.

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