Vivacious Lady Page #5

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I'll take care of Keith my own way.

You don't understand.

The subject is closed.

The subject is NOT closed.

This is so distasteful. At the risk

of being a bore, I will talk about it.

I insist you respect my wishes!

THEY SHOUT ABOVE ONE ANOTHER

Your voices!

I refuse to treated... Don't shout!

Shouting is the effort

of a limited mind.

Oh, Mother. See what you've done.

Get the smelling salts. You know

your mother can't stand excitement.

I'll go. Get the smelling salts.

I thought so.

Here.

Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry.

Oh, I'm all right, dear.

Sooner or later, I'll...

Haven't you done enough? I'm all right.

PHONE RINGS:

Hello... Hey! Hello?

Hello, Francie? I haven't quite got

this sorted out but I have an idea.

I want you to get dressed up and

get Keith to take you to the Prom.

My folks will be there.

He wants you to take me to the Prom.

Why bore her on her first night?

Keith, listen, I want her to be

there to meet them when I tell them.

That way it'll be much easier with

all the music and the atmosphere.

I'll meet you in the locker room.

You stay outta the locker room!

Just a moment, Mr Morgan.

That's all right. Who's

the young lady? She's my guest.

Mr Morgan, you know this is a closed

affair - students and faculty only.

She is a student.

Miss Francie Brent.

Yes, a student.

She's a student in my class.

Botany. Class 40.

What'll happen if they find out?

You'll get in trouble. I don't mind.

Don't worry. Everything

will be explained tonight.

Will I like them?

Will they like me?

Nothing like you happened to us before.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Darling... Francie.

Francie, sit down here.

Take your coat off.

Mother and Dad will come that way.

Where did you get to? Hello, Helen.

Helen, this is...

I'd like you to meet...

Miss Francie Brent. Yes.

She's with us now.

She's in my class.

Post-graduate. How do you do.

I recognise your goose flesh. Yes,

it's nice to stand out in a crowd.

Your platonic friendships

are becoming irksome. Come, sweet.

Er...

I... I'll be right back. Excuse me,

Keith. While you drown her.

"Come, sweet"! Who does she think

she is? Why, I'll... Not now.

Hello, Mr Morgan.

Mrs Morgan. Good evening, Uncle

Peter, Aunt Martha. Good evening.

I made a fine impression!

I'd better go home.

It could have been worse.

I might have hit him. Come on.

Wait. How do I look? Where's Peter?

I think I'd better go fix my face.

The little girls' room's over there.

All right. I'll be back.

Oh, Helen, excuse me, I want to

speak to Dad. No. No? No, what?

No, I won't excuse you. Why not?

Because it's my dance. And I don't

want you to behave like your father.

Dad's all right! Louder, I didn't

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