The Hasty Heart Page #3

There's a young Scotsman

who's coming here.

- Help him with his things.

- All right, Sister.

Did you say a Scotsman was coming here?

Yes. Now, hurry up,

the Colonel will be here soon.

What does Old Cobwebs want

this time of morning?

You will please show a little more respect

for the commanding officer.

You will not refer to Cobwebs...

To the Colonel as Old Cobwebs.

Anything for you, sweetheart.

I think you're getting well.

So, we're going to have a Scot in here.

It'll make a change

from looking at your ugly mug.

That's all I need, is a Scot.

- What's that?

- Well, let's have a look.

The fellas in number seven.

They're going home today.

Home. That must be a good feeling.

Hey, that must be the Scots bloke.

- I wonder why they didn't take him along?

- I don't know.

But I don't like him even from here.

What's the matter?

Don't you get along with the Scots?

I do not.

And I don't know anyone else who does,

except another Scot.

- Well, Sister's a Scot, isn't she?

- She is not.

She taught school there

for awhile, kindergarten.

After three months of trying to teach

a bunch of young Scots to speak English,

she had a nervous breakdown.

Well, she's fine, whatever she is.

She's lovely. Bless her little heart.

- What have you got against the Scots?

- I'm Scottish myself. Scotch descent.

You should've known

my grandfather, Angus.

There were two infallible beings

to his way of thinking.

Angus McDonald and God.

Sometimes God was wrong,

but never Grandfather Angus.

You know what he'd make me do

every time I lost my temper?

- No, what?

- Recite the books of the Bible.

- Get away.

- You didn't.

Well, I can still do it.

Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers,

Deuteronomy, Joshua, Judges, Ruth,

Samuel, Kings, Chronicles,

Ezra, Nehemiah,

Esther, Job, Psalms, Proverbs,

Ecclesiastes, Solomon,

Isaiah, Jeremiah, Lamentations,

Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos,

Obadiah, Jonah, Micah, Nahum,

Habakkuk, Zephaniah, Haggai,

Zechariah, and Malachi!

You wonder why I hate the Scots.

He must've been a terror,

your grandfather.

You know what he'd do

if you got the best of him in an argument?

He'd pretend he didn't hear you

and start playing his bagpipes.

How I learned to hate bagpipes!

Now I know why the Scots

always march when they play them.

They're trying to get away from the sound.

Yes, sir, if it were humanly possible

for me to get rid of my Scottish blood,

I'd donate it all to the Red Cross!

Sister, don't look now,

but the Colonel just left his office.

Oh, thank you.

- Jennings, finish with those beds.

- Right.

- Get those nets rolled.

- Come on, Tommy, be quick.

Well, I'm doing my best.

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