Summer and Smoke Page #3

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If I was as

outspoken as you are,

Which is sometimes

an excuse for being rude,

I might ask you this...

What do you think

everyone says about you?

When your father

is patiently waiting.

For you to come home,

You have been seen in

certain neighboring cities,

Carrying on drunk, drunk and

disorderly like some stupid child!

Miss Alma.

Most of us have no choice

but to lead useless lives,

But you have a gift

for scientific research,

A chance to serve humanity

and relieve suffering.

And what do you do?

Conducting yourself like

some overgrown schoolboy.

Who wants to be

the wildest fellow in town.

You, a gifted young doctor,

magna cum laude.

I call it a desecration.

Miss Alma. Miss Alma.

You do talk up

a storm, don't you?

You followed me here uninvited.

To tease me

like when I was a child.

You wanted to

embarrass me and hurt me.

You've succeeded. I was hurt.

I made a fool of myself.

So let me go!

Miss Alma. Miss Alma.

Miss Alma, you're

attracting attention.

[Crying]

Don't you know I like you?

I don't believe that.

I wouldn't go to the trouble.

Of teasing you if I didn't.

[Fireworks exploding]

There goes a nice one.

Two, three, four, five, six.

That's all. No, seven.

Oh. Oh, dear.

How about going for a ride?

In your automobile?

I don't mean in a buggy.

Would you observe

the speed limit?

Strictly, with you, Miss Alma.

When? Tonight?

Sometime.

I'd be happy to, John.

Wear a hat with a plume!

I haven't got

a hat with a plume!

Well, get one!

Here, Thomas,

let me give you a hand.

Mighty nice to have

you back, Dr. John.

This house gets lonely,

just him and me.

Nice to see you, too.

John! Come here!

Hello, Dad.

You were due home 10 days ago.

I'm sorry, Dad.

News of your actions

preceded you.

I don't know what people said...

Stop smiling!

There isn't any room in

the medical profession.

Or in my house.

For wastrels,

drunkards, and lechers.

I married late in life.

I brought over 500

children into this world.

Before I had my own.

It looks like I've given myself.

The rottenest one of them all.

Anything else?

Thomas, you can stop

unpacking that car.

You can stay at

the Alhambra hotel.

I've phoned about a room.

If that's the way you want it.

Thomas!

Yes, sir?

You can take his bags

up to his room.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Father.

Better let me fix

your bed, Dr. John.

That long trip... you

could use some sleep.

Now, don't you

go prescribing, Thomas.

I'm the doctor,

and I think the patient.

Could use a little excitement.

Rosa?

John Buchanan.

Sure I didn't wake you, did I?

Fact is, uh, I'd like

to see more of you.

Tonight.

I thought maybe we could

stir up a little excitement.

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