The Trouble with Girls Page #4

That's spiffy.

Where is your mother, anyway?

Out at the Chautauqua?

Listening to Gilbert and Solomon.

- Is that more than a dollar?

- A lot more.

- Hey, I've got an idea.

- What?

- How about some fireworks?

- It's after the Fourth.

Well, I'll give you

a good price on them.

I'll give them to you for less

than they cost me.

- What'll we do with them?

- You store them someplace till next year.

Look, Carol, I'm just trying to do you

a favor, because your mother works here.

I mean, for a lousy buck, I'm gonna

give you this whole box of fireworks.

Now, if you don't want them...

...why, that's okay too.

We'll take them.

I'd hate to tell you what

I paid for these things.

Now, you're practically

stealing them from me.

But you're... You're good kids.

One thing, though.

If you get caught with them,

don't tell anybody where you got them.

They are illegal.

- Thank you, sir.

- Bye.

Bye-bye.

You! I wanna talk to you.

Bet you'd have heard me

if I'd said "lunch."

Children of yesterday.

Heirs of tomorrow.

Mary Artemesia Lathbury.

Well, how are you,

my little darlings?

And what do you have

in that glorious box?

Nothing.

Watch where you're going!

Nothing on earth consumes a man more

quickly than the passion of resentment.

Nietzsche. Keep the change.

There ain't none.

- I'm Mr. Morality.

- I know.

I'm certain, my dear, that you remember

that I always sleep with four pillows.

No, but I'll get them for you.

- Why do you sleep with four pillows?

- I sleep propped up.

Then, when I think of something

immortal in my sleep...

...I'm in a better position

to write it down.

You're a good man.

When you see a good man,

think about emulating him.

When you see a bad man,

examine your own heart.

Confucius.

You're a mighty good man!

Good men are the stars,

the planets of the ages...

...wherein they live

and illustrate their time.

Jonson. Without an H.

You're a safe driver.

I felt very secure with you.

Out of this nettle danger,

we pluck this flower safely.

Shakespeare.

You're not only handsome,

you're bright.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Let's go.

- You're carrying it like it's something.

- Well, it is.

We gotta make it look like

it's nothing.

If I make it look like it's nothing,

somebody will think it's something.

Because who would go around carrying

nothing like it wasn't something?

We gotta get it into the dried-up, rotten

tree stump on the other side of the lake.

And then tomorrow we'll take it down

to Willis Hood's stables...

...where nobody will touch it,

because all his horses died, and then...

- Get him!

- Get him!

- Get him!

- Come on, Clarence!

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