Heaven Can Wait Page #5

- Mademoiselle, he's asking for something in French.

- You must help us find out what he wants.

- Oui, Madame.

- Look. He's smiling.

- He's far, far away.

- Why, he seems to be in another world.

- He's looking at Mademoiselle.

- I wonder what he sees.

- Yes. I wonder.

Oh, je suis si malade.

Mon estomac me fait si mal.

- Is he clear?

- Does it make any sense?

Oh, his French is absolutely perfect.

Such beautiful grammar.

Mademoiselle, at the moment we're not concerned

with the young man's linguistic accomplishments.

- Don't be harsh.

- I'm sorry if I seem to have lost my temper, but the occasion is a trying one.

- If you could tell us what the child is saying,

it might help us to meet the situation.

Must be contagious disease.

Son, step out with me a moment.

- Good morning!

- Morning, Albert.

- Shh.! Hush.

- What's going on?

Now, Son, you still don't know

what's the matter with that boy?

Father, I wouldn't presume

to make a diagnosis.

- After all, I'm not a man of medicine.

- Randolph, how old are you?

What an odd question, Father.

I'm 43.

Well, I think you are definitely old enough

to be told the facts of life.

- What are you driving at, Father?

- Now, Son, don't look at me with those big wandering eyes.

It breaks my heart, but I'll have to shatter

your childhood illusions.

Randolph, my son,

there is no Santy Claus.

And that child of your-

Listen, don't you really know

what's the matter with him?

- You get out of here!

- Bertha, what is it?

- Randolph, call the police at once.

- Yes. Call the police.

Quiet! Quiet!

We don't need the police.

Bertha, Mother. I wish someone would take

the time to explain to me what this is all about.

Believe me, Monsieur,

the excitement is greatly exagr.

- How dare you speak.

- Have you no shame?

- Oh, please, Grandpapa.

- Don't you call him Grandpapa!

- Don't you dare call him Grandpapa!

- Girls, girls - Shut up!

Go ahead.

Call me Grandpapa.

Merci, Monsieur. Merci beaucoup, Monsieur.

You are very kind.

Yes, I'm very kind, but you'd better go

and pack your things now.

And if you're not out of the house in a very little

while, I'll come down to your room and help you pack.

I wish you would, Grandpapa.

- Oh, shameless, shameless!

- Leave this house! Go!

There is old French saying: If you are

thrown out of house, you better resign.

Au revoir.

I still would appreciate it if someone would tell me

what all this has to do with our little Henry.

Fortunately, Uncle Randolph,

French always being one of my favorite subjects...

I was able to understand the incredible

conversation between Henry and Mademoiselle.

- I, uh, don't know how to begin.

- All right, all right.

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