This Time for Keeps Page #5

---

Hello, Dad.

It`s 2:
00.

Yeah, I know. Couldn`t you sleep?.

These American Legions meetings,

do they always go on till that late?.

I`m a big boy now, Papa.

We waited and waited for you

for a long time.

Oh, I forgot I promised

l`d be there, Dad. Honestly I did.

Frances was very disappointed.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Dad...

...would you be very disappointed

if I didn`t go through with...?.

-Well, I mean, if l--

-What is it, Dick?.

Do you mind if I look around

for another job?.

Oh, that again.

I would be very disappointed.

No, singing at the opera,

married to Frances, that`s what I want.

Well, we`re both tired.

Maybe we`d better go to bed.

You know, l`ve just about decided

never to have any children.

You say so.

It takes two to decide that. Why?.

Oh, children are such nitty disappointments

to their parents.

Not if they have sense enough

to do as they are told.

-Good night.

DlCK:
Good night.

RlCHARD:

Good night, Peter.

And don`t forget

to remember tomorrow...

...wake up in good voice,

ready for your audition.

DlCK:

If you say so, Dad.

RlCHARD:

I just did say so.

[SlNGlNG ""M`APPARl""]

Maestro, I would like you to--

So finally, you woke yourself up.

It was a struggle, but I made it.

I shook you.

I poured ice-cube water on you.

-You did all that?.

-No. I only wanted to.

Come. Come over here.

Almost immediately,

I will return with Norman.

Norman who?.

Norman Randall,

the director of the opera.

You will sing for him

and he will like your voice. Maybe.

Oh, but look, Dad, I don`t--

Sing. Try your voice.

I`ll be back in a minute.

MAN:

Do you wanna warm up, Mr. Johnson?.

Well, all right. Thank you.

MAN:

All right.

[ORCHESTRA PLAYlNG]

[SlNGlNG ""M`APPARl""]

[SlNGlNG] Marta

Ever-loving Marta

Mop, mop

You took away my heart-a

And then you took a part of me with you

I love you, Marta

I`d like to have a cart-a

Kisses

Because this is the missus

Whose kisses send me

Hey, Marta, baby

Won `t you listen?

Pet, leave the Met

Don `t regret

Forget about that opera jive

All these years, you`ve behaved

But you still can be saved

Hey, Marta, slip me five

Now, Marta, baby, welcome to the fold

You were cold, you were old

But now you got a beat that`s alive

Hey, Marta

Hey, Marta

Listen to the trumpets shout

The clarinets are giving out

Marta, sounds like you hail

From New Orleans

Marta, sakes alive

Hey, Marta, slip me five

Stop it. Stop it.

You know that kind of singing

gets on my goat.

Oh, l`m sorry, Dad.

Oh, Norman, this is my bad boy, Dick.

-Mr. Randall, Dick.

-Glad to know you.

How are you, Dick?.

We`re feeling a little gay, eh?.

Oh, I get taken that way sometimes.

-I was trying to tell my dad--

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes