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[music playing]

Oh.

Come on, Russ.

Let's show them how it's done.

No.

I don't want to.

No, no.

I don't want to.

Oh.

Linda, would you go turn the record on please?

No.

Linda, please don't bother. No.

Well, Russ.

It wouldn't hurt you to brush up a little on your dancing.

You don't want to be a wallflower at the class dance

Friday.

I'm not worried about being a wallflower at the dance

because I'm not going to it.

What's that?

It's your own class dance.

Why aren't you going?

Well, I just--

I just don't want to.

Why not, Russ?

Well, I'm going to be busy doing my science homework.

Oh, Russ.

You have the whole weekend to do your science homework.

Well, you can't rush us, scientists.

I've got no time for dances.

My homework comes first.

Russ, say that again.

My homework comes first.

You better call a doctor.

This kid is sick.

You're sick.

I'm not sick.

Then why don't you want to go to the dance?

Because he's afraid of girls.

I am not.

Then how come when Sally asked if you were going to the dance,

you ran across the street?

He ran across the street?

Yeah.

Against the light.

Russ, why are you afraid of Sally?

I thought she was your girlfriend.

Well, she used to be.

But I don't know.

All of a sudden, she's become awful--

Awful what?

Awful girlish.

Yeah.

That's a nasty habit girls have.

There's nothing wrong with that, Russ?

What do you want her to be, boyish?

No.

But I don't know.

She's changed.

Now she's too old for me.

What are you talking about?

You're both the same age. - Yes.

You're both 14.

I know she's 14, and I'm 14.

But she's a lot more 14 than I am.

Now Russ, it's just that girls sometimes

mature earlier than boys.

I'm sure that Sally's dying to go to the dance with you.

Oh.

She won't want to go with me, mom.

She'll probably go with some senior.

Not if you ask her first.

Why don't you call her right now.

Come on, Russ. Try.

I bet she's-- - Come on.

Call her. - She probably isn't even home.

Will you stop stalling and call her?

Mommy?

Um?

When I grow up, are boys going to be

afraid to ask me for a date?

Oh, darling.

If I read it right, you're going to need a baseball

bat to keep the boys away.

Oh, goody.

I hope I don't slug the wrong ones.

Hello.

Is Sally there?

All right.

I'll wait.

But I'm telling you, she won't want to go with me.

Oh, Russ.

You can at least try. - Come on.

Let me hear you talk her into it.

Now come on. - All right.

I'll try. - Good boy.

Hello, Sally.

This is Rusty.

Ah, Sally, about the dance Friday, I--

how's your mom?

About the dance.

I-- well, you wouldn't want to go with me because it'd

probably be a rainy night.

And I might have the sniffles.

And you'd probably catch my germs.

And I can understand how you feel.

So I'll save you the trouble of turning me down.

We'll make it some other time. Bye.

Couldn't talk her into it.

Chicken.

[music playing]

[knocking]

Come in.

Son, can we talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

What about?

It's about this dance business.

What about it?

Well, Russ, you're not being fair.

Fair to who?

Fair to Sally.

I mean, you know what a school dance is like.

There's always more girls than boys.

Sure.

Good-looking, personable boys are at a premium.

What's that got to do with me?

What is it with you, boy?

Why the sudden change?

You used to be so cocky and self-assured.

All of a sudden, you're as meek as a mouse.

Why the change?

Well, daddy.

It isn't me that's changed.

It's the girls.

Now they look at me as if I were a little kid.

Oh, Russ.

That's just your imagination.

Sure, they're changing.

They're growing up, but so are you.

Actually, a boy your age, if he's good-looking,

and he can dance, and he's self-assured,

has the girls running after him.

Jerry Siler.

Who's Jerry Siler?

Oh.

One of the guys in my class.

The girls are constantly running after him.

And he treats them like dirt.

And I'll bet he hasn't got half what you've got.

What have I got?

Look at his attitude.

It's driving me crazy.

What have I got?

What have I got?

Hey, come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Just take a look in here.

Take a look in there.

Now what do you see?

Me.

Russ, just look in there for a minute.

Now if you were a girl, what would you think?

I don't know.

Why not?

Because I'm not a girl.

Will you please cut it out?

Russ, if you were a girl, I'd tell you what you think.

Starting from the top, you'd think,

oh, what beautiful, wavy hair.

How I'd love to run my fingers through those curls.

Yeah.

And those blue eyes, so deep and full of character.

And those wonderful features.

Look at that Grecian profile.

Yeah?

Is that what they call Grecian?

Sure is.

And look at that physique, straight and tall.

And those broad shoulders.

And that deep chest.

See, your problem is you don't appreciate what you've got.

But I guarantee every girl in the class does.

Sure.

Now you got that conference back?

No.

Why not?

Well, suppose I do have all these things you say, Dad.

Girls still wouldn't want to dance with me

because I'm a clumsy dancer.

Well, mom can take care of that.

She can teach you and brush you up in a couple of days.

She's a champ.

Sure, Russ.

After I get through with you, why,

you'll be just as good as any of them.

You bet you will.

OK?

Right.

Now Russ, I think you better get back to your studies.

Yeah.

See you-- see you later, handsome.

[door closing]

[music playing]

Olé, olé.

Good.

That's fine.

Oh, Russ.

That's coming along wonderful.

But my feet are killing me.

I'm going to change these shoes.

And then we'll try it some more.

Hey.

You're getting along real great.

You know, you could cha cha cha.

I thought you were a football player.

Well, I mean, they aren't too different.

It's just like broken field running set to music.

Ha, ha, ha.

Yeah. Wonderful.

Now all you need is the old chatter.

And you'll be the hit of the dance.

- The chatter? - Yeah.

You know, the line.

The line?

Yeah.

The line.

When you dance with a girl, you don't just dance.

You talk too, you know.

Say things to her.

Make her feel good.

Butter her up, you know.

What do you say?

What do you say?

Oh, like atu ta ra.

A ta tu tara.

Atu ta tara.

You're dancing and then you go, ah.

And she says, what's the matter?

And you say, oh, sorry.

Excuse me.

It's-- just for a moment there, I couldn't believe anything

so lovely could be real.

And they buy that corn?

By the bushel.

Oh, come on.

Believe me, Russ.

Take my word for it. Do try.

Come on, Russ.

Let's do it again.

[music playing]

What's the matter, Russ?

What happened?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mom.

Just for a moment, I couldn't believe anything so lovely

could be real.

Rusty, what a darling thing to say.

Hey, Mom, Dad?

Mom.

Hi.

- How did it go? - Oh.

It was a blast.

A blast, huh?

Did you dance with Sally?

Among others.

Among others.

Did you hear that?

Tell us what happened.

Well, I danced the first couple of dances with Sally.

And you should have seen it.

We had the whole crowd gather around watching.

No kidding.

No kidding.

Then after that the girls began claiming

it wasn't fair if I didn't sort of spread myself around.

They asked you?

Sure.

Will you please shut the phonograph off for a second?

Tell us what happened What else happened?

- Who did you dance with? - Oh.

I don't know if I can remember them all.

There was Rosemary and Peggy and Shirley and Mary Jo

and Charlotte and Susan and Rosemary.

That sneaky Rosemary.

She cut in twice.

I love you.

Really had a time, huh?

Yeah.

Well, I'll see you all in the morning.

OK, son.

Oh.

By the way, Dad. - Yeah?

Just one more thing.

You know that line he told me to pull?

Oh?

It worked like a charm on every one of them.

Heh, heh.

What line was that?

Well, that was the one where you go, oh, sorry.

Just for a moment there, I couldn't believe anything

so lovely could be real.

I might have known.

You liked it.

I made up a few lines of my own.

- You didn't. - Yeah.

Like what?

Well, with Rosemary, I told her her teeth were like pearls.

Yeah?

- Did she have nice teeth? - Maybe.

Underneath the braces.

Well, I'm going up to my room now.

OK, son.

Have a nice night sleep now. - Oh.

I'm too excited to sleep.

I'm just going to comb my hair.

Hi, sweets.

Oh, boy.

Am I glad to see you.

Where have you been?

You missed me, huh, honey.

No.

We have a crisis.

Somebody sick?

Well, I'm going to be if we don't do something about Rusty.

- What's wrong? - Oh.

He's impossible.

Huh?

You know how we talked to him about how to behave with girls?

Yeah.

Well, I think we overtrained him.

Oh.

Is that all?

Well, that's a lot.

Ha, ha, ha.

Danny, girls have been calling here

all day long, asking him to go to the basketball game

with him.

And he treats them like dirt.

Well, what do you know?

My son's become a Casanova.

It's not funny.

Hey, Irish.

Get that grim look off your face.

The kid's just feeling his oats.

That's all.

[phone ringing]

There's another one of his breathless females.

Hello.

Yes, he is.

Just a moment, please.

Rusty, telephone.

Not another one.

You see what I mean?

This has been going on all day.

No kidding.

Just watch.

How can a guy get his homework done

with all these interruptions?

Hello.

Oh.

Hello, Barbara.

No.

I haven't made up my mind yet.

Look.

This is the third time you've called me in the past hour.

The more you bother me, the less chance you're going to have.

Goodbye.

Hey, hey, hey.

What sort of way is that to talk to a girl?

What do you expect me to do?

[door bell]

Right now I expect you to answer the door.

Hello, Rusty.

- Hello, Sally. - Hello.

DANNY WILLIAMS: Hello, Sally.

What can I do for you?

Have you made up your mind yet who you're taking to the game?

No.

Nothing's changed since this morning.

Oh.

Well, I just thought I'd let you know

that we'll have a car to go in.

You see, Dad says he can take me and my date to the game

and pick us up afterward too.

Well, I can't let anything like that

influence my decision, Sally.

I mean, I have to be fair to all the girls.

Maybe I'll put all the names in a hat.

And on the day of the game, I'll pick the winner.

But Rusty, I thought--

I'm sorry, Sally.

I can't talk to you now.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Oh, Sally.

Maybe it's not any of my business.

But I've known you since you were a little girl.

And I don't like to see you running after a boy

even if he is my son.

You should play harder to get.

I can't afford to, Mrs. Williams.

You know, I'm not getting any younger.

[applause]

You know that's quite a monster you've created,

Dr. Frankenstein.

I created?

I don't even know how to cha cha cha, Mrs. Frankenstein.

Maybe I am just as much to blame as you are.

Yeah.

Maybe you am.

But it's disgusting.

Absolutely disgusting.

Rusty, treating girls like they were dirt.

The idea of saying that he might put their names in a hat

and then draw one out to see which

is the lucky girl that will go to the basketball game

with him. - Come on, Clancy.

You don't really believe that, do you?

I know he's a monster.

But he can't be that egotistical to be putting names in a hat.

Well, you just better get him straightened out.

I'll get him straightened out.

And you lay off the cha cha cha.

Russ!

Russ!

Come down here, boy.

I want to talk to you.

What about.

What do you want?

First of all, put that ridiculous comb away.

Will you?

Dad, I'm only trying to bring out the luster.

Put it down before I bring out the luster somewhere else.

Now sit down.

Now tell me, Mr. Wonderful, do you intend to go

through life stepping on girls?

Well, I kind of like to squish them under my feet.

Don't get flip with me.

You're not so big that I can't take you on my knee

and wallop you, you know.

Well, what did I do?

I don't like the way you're treating the girls.

It's disrespectful.

You're arrogant, too cocky.

And I don't like it.

Now it's got to stop.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Don't say yes sir like that.

Yes, sir.

Oh, no.

Come on, Russ.

I don't want to pick on you, son.

I know you're going through a new phase of life that's

kind of confusing to you.

But what you do reflects upon your parents,

the way you were brought up.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

I brought you up as a gentleman.

And I want you to be a gentleman.

Now that isn't too hard to do, is it?

No, sir.

OK.

Let's consider the matter closed.

May I go to my room now, sir?

OK.

Do your science homework?

No, sir.

I'm writing names for the hat.

Don't say that.

I hope it works.

He's insufferable.

It can't miss, honey, with Darlene doing

a sophisticated teenager and Tommy here

walking in as her hip boyfriend, oh, they'll really blast him.

Don't worry, Mr. Williams.

We'll fix him up real good.

That's great.

And hey!

Do that flirtatious little song that you did at the policemen's

benefit, remember?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Good. That will really get him.

Honey, here he comes.

Tommy, run through the service entrance, come out in the hall.

But give Darlene a few minutes with him,

you hear, before you come in. - Yeah.

- OK. - See you all stage center.

OK. Thanks a lot, Tommy.

Swell.

Now, we'll make believe we're rehearsing.

OK?

Fine.

Play it cool now.

I'll take them now, Betty.

Thanks for carrying them.

See you.

Oh, dad.

If any girls call, just tell them I--

well, hello.

How do you do?

I don't believe I know you.

Rusty, this is Miss Darlene Dorsey.

If you'd like to write your name on a slip of paper,

I'll be glad to drop it in the hat for you.

Rusty, this is not one of your classmates.

You mean they've heard about me in the other schools

already?

No.

Russ, Darlene is a professional entertainer, an actress.

She's on the stage, just your age, too.

Oh, really?

Shall we get to the number?

Well, I'm ready if you are.

All right.

Rusty, would you like to stay and watch?

Why not?

I mean, as long as I live here and all, so--

[music playing]

[SINGING] You do something to me,

something that simply mystifies me.

Tell me why should it be.

You have the power to mystify me.

Oh, oh, won't you let me stay 'neath your spell.

Do, do that voodoo that you do so well.

For you do something to me that nobody else can do.

Do, you do that voodoo to me?

Did you like it, Rusty?

Oh, I liked it, Rusty.

Danny, would you like to help me fix some sandwiches?

Oh.

Yeah, yeah.

Sure, sure.

Give these young people a chance to get better acquainted.

Ah.

What's the matter?

Oh, oh.

I'm terribly sorry.

Just for a moment there, I couldn't believe anything

so lovely could be real.

Oh.

I know it.

Everybody says that.

Well, I mean it.

I mean, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met.

Oh, Rusty.

You certainly are corny.

What grade are you in anyway?

The sixth?

The sixth!

I'm in the 10th grade.

Really?

And so young looking?

My school is having a basketball game this Friday.

And well, seeing as how I haven't settled on a date yet,

I mean, well, you being a friend of dad's and all,

I'd be glad to take you.

Oh.

Oh, Rusty, how cute.

Afterwards, we could go for a soda.

Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, Rusty.

I keep saying something funny?

You're a dear little boy.

But a basketball game?

I gave that type of thing up years ago.

Well, that's quite a coincidence.

I've kind of been thinking of giving it up myself.

[door bell]

Excuse me.

I have to answer the door.

Hi, Sam.

There's my gal.

Oh, Tommy.

You came for me?

Of course, you kook.

You knew I would.

Tommy, this is Rusty Williams.

Hiya, kid.

Rusty invited me to a basketball game.

I bet he asked you to go for a soda too, huh?

Exactly.

Ha, ha, ha.

Come on.

Let's split.

Nicky and Puff are waiting at the Peppermint.

Oh, really?

Then we'd better go.

Rusty, tell your mother and father

that I just had to leave.

Well, you're cute.

Then you don't want to go to the basketball game?

Oh, isn't he precious?

See you around, kid.

[applause]

The sandwiches will be ready in a minute, Dar--

where's Darlene?

She just left. The creep.

Huh?

I was nice enough to invite her to the basketball game.

And she laughed at me.

She laughed at you?

Yeah.

Made me feel like a fool.

Oh?

Yeah.

I invited her for a soda after the game.

And she got hysterical.

Well, I guess it hurts quite a lot

when people treat you like dirt, huh?

It sure does.

Well, don't give up, son.

Maybe you still got a chance with her.

Maybe she'll write your name on a piece of paper

and throw it in a hat.

[music playing]

[SINGING] I wonder what's become of Sally,

that old love of mine.

The sunshine is missing from--

I get the message, Dad.

Hello, Sally.

This is Rusty.

I would be very happy if I could have

the pleasure of your company at the basketball game Friday.

You will?

That's great.

Afterwards, we can go for a soda.

Oh.

That's swell.

[music playing]

What's the matter with you?

It's a man's world.

Let me hear it.

What's the matter?

It's just not fair.

It worked for Rusty.

But it just won't work for me.

What wouldn't work for you?

Oh.

That darn Ronnie Anderson

Who's Ronnie Anderson?

He's our star pitcher.

And I wanted him to like me.

So I walked up to him and said, it's

hard to believe that anyone so lovely could be real.

Then what happened?

He threw me off his team.

[music playing]