Stella Dallas Page #3

Hey, Ma, she's here.

She's married.

Hey, Pop, it's okay now.

She's here.

We're here, Agnes.

My, oh, my, you sure is.

And there it is.

Yes, ma'am.

Who do it look like?

Let me see who you look like,

your pappy or your mammy.

Go ahead and open the door.

You'll have time for that later on.

Yes'm. Yes, ma'am.

I know who's gonna be boss

around here from now on.

Oh, gosh.

Home never looked so good to me.

Poor Stella.

I didn't mind it.

The hospital got on my nerves.

That darned doctor trying

to make me stay another week.

- He thought it would be better...

- Better for who?

It was just to get your money.

I felt as good the next day as ever.

Maybe better than I had

for a while.

Oh, Stephen,

why didn't you bring them to me?

The days wouldn't have seemed

half so long.

- I thought everybody'd forgotten me.

- I think we'll get you to bed.

Bed? I just got up.

Haven't you seen enough of me

in bed for the past three weeks?

Seems like three years to me.

You'll soon find you're not

as strong as you think you are.

You must remember I've had a great deal

of experience in these maternity cases.

Experience?

What do you think I had?

Tell me why doctors, nurses

and husbands...

always think they know more

about this maternity business.

Don't you think a mother learns anything

in that room they wheel her into?

Or is that just

a kindergarten class?

Let me tell you. I picked up

quite an experience in that room.

That wasn't out of books either.

Experience.

- Stephen.

- Yes, dear?

A dance at the River Club

tomorrow night.

I think I can wear

my blue dress.

- I'll let it out a little at the top.

- You don't want to go dancing already.

Before I went to the hospital,

I was stuck in this house...

for four solid months

without going anywheres.

We just got in to the River Club.

All my life I've died to go to the real

places and get in with the right crowd.

Just when I got a chance to get started,

I have to give it all up.

We'll go next time.

I don't want to go next time.

I want to go this time.

Stephen, I won't dance much.

I promise.

I just want to get a wave

and a manicure...

and get all dressed up again

and go hear some music...

and forget all about doctors

and hospitals and nurses.

And babies?

Ah, but Stephen, please.

Why, you're a wonderful dancer,

Mr. Munn.

If I'm any judge of horse flesh,

you don't shake a mean leg yourself.

Who's that she's dancing with?

He's pretty good too.

- I really don't know.

- His name is Munn.

He has something to do

with horse races.

The girls invite him over for golf,

and he gives them tips.

How'd you come to get hooked up

to a table like that?

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