Mona Lisa Smile Page #4

From the school nurse.

- It's against the law.

- Oh, honey. It's a girl's best friend.

- A certain kind of girl.

- Meet the last virgin bride.

- Spencer is a gentleman.

- And even gentlemen have d*cks.

- Maybe I'll get one.

- What? A dick?

Don't be stupid, Connie.

Someone, somewhere,

someday might be interested.

Just in case.

Just in case, I'll be prepared.

Was that necessary?

I was taught it's best

to speak honestly.

Okay. You're a b*tch.

We recently learned

that Amanda Armstrong...

...our nurse, has been distributing

contraception to Wellesley girls.

This revelation is disturbing

to an institution...

...that prides itself on propriety.

Go, go, go! Go, go!

It's been going on since the late '80s.

- Whoever wins is first to marry!

- Do the girls take it literally?

Only the girl with the winning hoop.

Oh, look, it's Phyllis Nayor!

Good for her. It gets me every time.

- Why the buggies?

- They've got their man.

They're wishing for their babies.

Have you seen this?

What is it?

It's a front-page attack on Amanda

Armstrong. Betty Warren wrote it.

" By providing contraception

on demand, our school nurse...

...is little more than a cheerleader

for promiscuity. " Wow.

Oh, they're not going to dump her

in a lake!

- I'm coming, Phyllis!

- Have you seen this?

I wouldn't worry. Betty's just

a young girl flexing her muscles.

So was Lizzie Borden,

and her mother wasn't president...

- ... of the alumnae association.

- Would somebody get that girl a towel!

- That's her mother?

- Apple, tree.

Is Amanda going to get into trouble?

Amanda needs to start

minding her p's and q's.

The trick to surviving Wellesley

is never getting noticed.

Ciao, Mona Lisa.

The big war hero.

He thinks he's something special.

He sleeps with his students.

The gold is fine.

The napkin rings are vulgar.

The glassware should be trimmed

with gold.

The little sugar boxes, gold and white,

filled with chocolate. No candlesticks.

- Freesia instead of daisies.

- Wise choice, madam.

No baby's breath.

- You already had your fitting?

- We're on our way.

Here's the seating chart

and Spencer's list of groomsmen.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I spoke to him about reading the

poem. He'd rather not. I said all right.

Excuse us for a second, Joan.

A good wife lets her husband

think that everything's his idea...

- ... even when it's not.

- I don't care if he reads it.

You will in retrospect.

Now, why don't you see if you

can't nudge the idea into his head.

I've been here now

for 21 years, Jocelyn.

- I remember you as a student.

- Twenty-four, if you count that.

So why the theatrics?

We cannot appear

to promote sexual promiscuity.

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