Stella Dallas Page #5

and he...

All right, then, farther.

Whichever it is, I don't care.

Gosh, I have to think twice

every time I open my mouth.

Spencer Chandler didn't seem to

have to turn the other way either.

He only happens to be

one of the Chandlers.

Please don't say things

like that.

- Remember you're my wife now.

- And can't look at another man.

- That isn't the point at all.

- That's a laugh.

An affair between

Spencer Chandler and I.

Well, I am coming up

in the world.

Stella, can't you...

Won't you try to understand?

Please listen to me this time.

Please.

The fake jewelry is not important.

Chandler's not important.

None of these things matter

in themselves.

But what's to become of us?

That is important.

Stella,

why did you marry me?

Because I was crazy about you, silly,

and I still am, only...

- Only you just don't seem to ever...

- Once, a long time ago...

you said you were crazy

to learn everything, become someone.

Didn't you?

- Yes, Stephen.

- Please listen to me.

I'm only telling you this

because I love you.

Beamer wants to send me to New York

to handle the sales department there.

I want to go.

I want to take you with me,

but I want you to make an effort.

I want you to try to be...

what you wanted to be.

Give up a few things for me

and try to adapt yourself...

Adapt myself?

Give up a few things?

Well, what have I been doing

ever since I met you?

I'm getting

a little sick of it too.

How would it be for you to do

a little adapting for a change?

I don't see you

giving up anything.

I'll tell you one more thing.

I'm not going to New York.

I'm not gonna leave here just when I'm

beginning to get with the right people.

You go on and go to New York.

I'm gonna stay here.

Can you beat that?

Laying awake waiting for her dinner,

and not a squawk out of her.

Gosh, Carrie...

I used to think girls

at the mill were crazy...

when they got married and right

off the bat started having kids.

But honest, Stella,

would you want any more?

Sure, if I could have

another one like her.

She's been a regular pal to me.

Since Stephen's been away in New York,

I hardly know I have a husband.

He's only been here three times

this summer, and only on account of her.

He's crazy about her.

Who wouldn't be?

Oh, look at her.

Wiping it up at her age.

Can you beat that?

She's the spit of her old man.

Now, who's that? Edna?

Is this all the welcome I get?

Of all people!

- Gosh, I'm glad to see you.

- And I you.

- I haven't seen you for ages.

- Get a load of that kid.

Has she grown,

or am I crazy?

Come on.

Gee, Stell, she looks more

like you every time.

You remember Uncle Ed,

don't you, darling?

I remember you.

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