All language subtitles for Mother Is a Freshman (1949) EN SUB ROM KOM - Loretta Young, Van Johnson_UND_Subtitles01

Legendas: Luís Filipe Bernardes

# A - B
- C - D #

# E - F - G - H -
I -J - K - L - M #

# is for the million
things she gave me #

# 'O' means only that
she's growing old #

# 'T' is for the tears
she shed to save me #

'H' is for her heart of purest gold #

# 'E' is for her eyes
with love-light shining #

# 'R' means right, and
right she'll always be #

# Put them all together
and they spell M-O-T-H-E-R #

# Mama! #

# a word that means the world to me. #

Yes, yes, I understand that.

I know you're not
supposed to write a check

when you haven't any money
in the bank, Mr. Tate.

You don't think I did it on purpose.

It was a mistake.

Yes, well, I'll make
a deposit right away.

And Mr. Tate, it won't happen again.

Well, I mean it this time.
It really won't happen again.

Yes, uh-huh.

Yes, I understand that.

I'll take care of it right away.

Goodbye, Mr. Tate.

Yes... Sorry, Mom, forgot my key.

You can put it all in
the bedroom, George.

Susie, what is all that?

I've been shopping. Thank you,
George. That was sweet of you.

It's a real pleasure,
Miss Abbot. Boy, I'm beat.

Every shop from 60th
Street to Washington Square.

Dear, I specifically asked you not
to spend any more money, remember?

I didn't spend a shekel,
Ma, not a red cent.

Charged everything.

You know when you charge things
you have to pay for them sometime.

All right, Mom. So we'll
pay for them sometime.

Look, I brought you some books you
can read yourself to sleep with.

It's very thoughtful of you.

Scarlet Death...

Somebody Stole my Ghoul...

Gravedigger and the Chambermaid.

They said at the bookshop that
that one will turn your hair gray.

Just what I needed.

Honestly, dear, I don't know how you
can waste good money on such trash.

Oh, that's okay, Mom, you're welcome.

Look!

I bought it on sale.

Strictly sequins from bustle
to bras. How do you like it?

It's beautiful. And
it only cost 69 bucks.

Dollars, dear, not bucks.

Alright, dollars. No matter how
you say it it was still a bargain.

Isn't it sheer heaven?

Yes, it's also very expensive.

I'm sorry, Susie, it'll
have to go back. Oh, Ma!

Look, I've already told you
that we were low on funds.

The truth of the matter is
we're overdrawn at the bank,

so let's put that right back in its box... You
can't send anything back you bought on sale.

Oh...

Call John Heaslip and tell him
to put more money in the account.

I was going to, only he gets so upset.
Lawyers are supposed to get upset.

They're always supposed to
see the gloomy side of life.

Yes, well, that's our John.

Oh, give him the old razzle-dazzle.

Personally, I think he
likes your economic crisis.

Gives him the chance to have
a cozy heart to heart with you

so he can wave that
torch he's been carrying.

Don't be silly, dear.

Well, I suppose you'll
have to keep the dress.

Oh, gee, Mom, thanks a bucket...
No more spending now, remember.

I won't spend anymore. But I just
had to have this little one...

You just had to have this
little one, I know you...

I wanted to wear it to
the sophomore cotillion.

Richard'll love it. Richard?

Oh, yes, he's the president
of the Student Body, isn't he?

No, Mom, that's Beaumont Jackson.

Oh. He's passé.

No 'savoir faire'. No 'je ne sais quoi'.

He's a shmo. What's that?

You know. A dope, a drip.

Oh, I must call John.

Who's Richard, dear?

Mother, don't you ever listen to me?

Yes, I do. But I get mixed up.
I told you a thousand times.

Richard Michaels.
Professor of English Lit.

Oh, that's nice. A professor.

A professor? He's only sensational.

But dear, a professor! So what?

I don't think it's very nice for
a young girl like you to be...

Well, Susie, is he one of your beaus?

Oh, Mom, you're so old-fashioned.
Those barriers have broken down.

Oh, have they? Of course.
Pointer is a modern college,

not one of those antique
Rah-Rah Rover Boys' joints...

School. Alright, school...

...with the octogenarian profs
tripping over their beards.

There isn't any more caste system
between student and professor

like in the days when
you went to college.

I didn't go to college.
Your father educated me.

You know what I mean.

How old is this professor? Oh, he's...

he's sort of ageless.

Hmm, maybe around 35.

Dear, I'm around 35.

But it's different with
you, Ma. Your life's over.

After all, you've been married,
you've raised your family...

you've had your life. He
hasn't even begun to live.

Oh, he hasn't?

Oh, Susie, I don't like it.

I don't like it a bit.

A nice young girl like you being mixed up
with one of your professors, it isn't right.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, hello, John.

I was just going to call you.

Oh... the bank's called you to, huh?

Well... after all, John,
it's only 700 dollars.

And it was a mistake.

Yes, I know I am, but...

When you're trying to outfit
a young girl for college

and redecorate an apartment
it isn't easy, you know.

Why, John, I couldn't be
there... That's impossible.

What did you say?

Yes, John. Yes, I'll be right down.

Well, what did he say?

He said that...

Never mind, darling. It must have been
a mistake. I'm going right down there.

Mother, what is it? He...

He said you weren't
going back to Pointer.

Not...

not going back to Pointer?

Hello, Miss Graham.

Mrs. Abbott, how nice
to see you. Thank you.

He's expecting me. I know.

Isn't it too bad?

Go right in. Thank you.

If ever a woman needed a strong,
sane guiding hand, it is you, Abby.

Your expenditures have been
disgraceful and scandalous.

Oh, I don't think they've
been so scandalous.

After all, the apartment
had to be done over.

It was terribly shabby and you know it.

And you couldn't expect Susan to go back
to Pointer without a stitch to her name.

I don't expect Susan to
go back to Pointer at all.

You're just trying
to scare me. I am not.

But surely you can't mean that.

I mean that you are broke. How broke?

Dead broke.

But the trust fund
that Henry left for me.

I couldn't have gone through
that even if I wanted to.

It's still there.

True.

Oh, thank heaven, John.

Don't frighten me that way.

The only thing is, Abby, your trust
fund is payable every three years

and it doesn't come payable
again until February 15th...

next year.

What am I going to
live on in the meantime?

I haven't the faintest idea.

John, Susan must go back to Pointer.

Where am I going to get the
money to pay for her tuition?

If you'd named your
daughter after yourself,

and your mother, and your
grandmother in the traditional way...

that would be no
problem. What do you mean?

The Abigail Fortitude Scholarship.

Oh, let's not go through that again.

John, you just must help me.

Isn't there some way?

Yes, one.

Oh... well, no, thank you.

Let's not go into that again either.

Abby, please. No, there
must be some other way.

There is no other way, Abigail.
You are up against a stone wall.

Is my maiden name legal, John?

Yes, if you care to use it. Why?

Oh, no reason. No reason at all.

And thank you. Thank you
for everything. Abby...

Susan.

Susie!

Susan.

This concludes our evening
program of meditation music,

brought to you by America's
greatest morticians...

Forrest Glen.

where you can be buried
with the best for the least.

Friends, when your time approaches nigh,

think first of Forrest Glen...

Good night, Susie. Good night, Jack.

Thanks a million for that
dinner. You saved my life.

Shucks, it was nothing.

You can say that again.

Mom! Yes, dear.

Hi, Mom. Hello.

Did you get my note? Yes, I got it.

I was brooding something awful.

So when Jack called I decided
I might as well go out.

Was that Jack? Hm-hmm.
It was pretty creepy.

But I was desperate.

Mom, I'm sorry I blew my top.

I know it wasn't your
fault. It's just that...

Well, I've got to go back to Pointer.

I know, dear.

You know? I was thinking.

Couldn't you borrow the
money from Mr. Heaslip?

Don't bring that up again.

But he's crazy about you.

Susie, I better explain
something to you.

Mr. Heaslip has a tradition
against lending or borrowing money.

And though he may be crazy about me,
he is crazier about his tradition.

See?

Yeah.

Mom, we'll just have to go to work.

I'll get a job up at Pointer.

Maybe waiting on tables or
something. I'll work my way through.

You'll have to get a job down here.

Maybe at Macy's or in some sweat shop.

You're pretty good taking
spots off things, you know.

Did you hear me, Mom?

Just a minute, dear.

What are you reading?

Endowments to Pointer College.

Abigail Fortitude Scholarship
three thousand dollars...

for any female of high morals,
good character and refinement,

with the name of Abigail Fortitude, who
wishes to advance her education and culture,

the sum of three thousand dollars
per annum shall be made available.

So what?

Three thousand dollars
is a lot of money.

Yeah, but what difference does it make?

Your great-grandma set up that scholarship
back at Pointer in the dark ages.

Nobody can use it,
didn't you see the catch?

You've got to have a name like
Abigail Fortitude hung on you.

My maiden name happens to be that.
I know, Mom, but you're the last.

You told me yourself the
reason you named me Susan

was so I wouldn't have
that hanging around my neck.

That's right, so I did.

You know, they keep talking about great-grandma
Abigail as if she was a philanthropist.

Between you and me I think she
was just plain Scotch. You do, huh?

Sure she gave money to Pointer.

And then she fixed it so only her
own family could use the scholarship.

But in that case, why don't we use it?

We can't, I just told you we can't.

Why not?

You? Why, it's a sensational
idea. Yes, I thought so.

Oh, my gosh!

Oh, golly!

Oh, gee, no, it wouldn't
work. You couldn't, Ma.

Now, why not?

What would Mr. Heaslip say?

I hope he'll have apoplexy.

Even so, it's no good.
It's not that simple. Why?

There are college entrance
exams, tough ones. Yes?

You'd never pass them.

Well, it's up to you,
Susie, to see that I do.

You don't seem to understand.

If I don't go to Pointer,
you're not going back either.

Now, this $3,000 endowment
will see us through February.

At which time we collect our trust fund.

Now do you understand?

Oh, if we only could.

It's terrific. I great idea.

I'll use my maiden name.

And nobody need know
that I'm your mother.

Uh...

Not even Richard Michaels.

Oh, but those entrance
exams, they are mur-der.

Oh, come now. They
couldn't be that difficult.

Oh, no? Sit down.

Prove that two triangles are congruent.

The hypotenuse and the side
of one are equal to ditto.

But...

What?

Give a concise statement
of Dalton's atomic theory.

Describe the structure of a
typical dicot lead in a stem.

Oh, Susie, that doesn't
even sound like English.

See what I mean?

Oh...

Well, in that case I...

I guess we better get
to work right away.

I really gotta hand it to you, Mom.

That's the old Abigail
Fortitude fortitude.

All right, come on, let's go.

#
M- O-T-H-E-R #

# spells 'mother' #

# Poor Mother #

A proposition governing... Preposition.

A preposition governing several objects

should be repeated with each object

Don't stop. Keep going.

Hello?

Oh, hello. No, Jack, no dates.

Sorry. Busy.

Up to my ears.

La semaine passée. La semaine passée.

La semaine dernière.
La semaine dernière.

La semaine prochaine. La semaine...

Il y a c'est que j'ai un mal de tête.

Translate.

It is that I have a sickness...

of the head?

That makes two of us.

Susan, I'm terrified.

Take it easy, Mom. I'll never
remember all those things.

Don't try. When you
get in there just relax.

Don't fight it. The stuff will just
come seeping through your memory.

It will? Uh-huh.

That's it.

That's it.

Morituri te salutamos. What's that?

We who are about to die salute you.

Salute.

How did you do?

I don't know. You don't know?

Oh, for Pete' sake, Mom! I've been pacing
the floor out here like an expectant father.

I handed it in to him...

and he said to come out here and
wait and he'd correct it right away.

Susie, I'm going to be sick.

What you need is a good stiff drink.

Here it is, right here.

Oh, dear.

That's better.

Oh, Susie, that professor.
He's just a teacher.

But he seemed so
unfriendly. They all do.

Have another drink.

Miss Fortitude.

Miss Fortitude.

Mom, that's you!

Oh!

Yes?

I'm afraid that wasn't a very good examination
paper you turned in, Miss Fortitude.

Oh... You barely passed.

Is that as good as
passing? Of course it is.

Yes, a grade of 76 qualifies you
for entrance to Pointer College.

You shall have to send your records along,
Miss Fortitude, to the dean at Porter.

Thank you! Congrats,
Mom. You're a freshman!

I'm a wreck!

I need another drink.

Hello, Susan. Hi, Bill.

There's nothing to worry
about. Gilly's very nice.

Gilly? Oh, yes, that's the dean.

This is it? That's it.

Well... Happy landing.

Professor Michaels. Oh, hello, Pete.

This came for you over at your
house. I said I'd bring it up.

Oh, thank you.

Guess who?

Susan! Hello, Professor Michaels.

Susan Abbot. Well, for heaven's
sake, it's good to see you.

Wonderful to see you too.
Did you have a good summer?

Sensational! Except that I...

Well, I half expected to hear from you.

Oh, Susan, I was pretty busy.
I didn't get much chance...

I couldn't wait to get back. I
thought September'd never come.

I know just how you feel.

I read all the things you
told me to read... Did you?

I thought of you every time
I scanned a single line.

Well isn't that nice.

You are going to let me
help you again, aren't you?

I mean, correcting papers and stuff.

You bet I am. You don't think I
could do that by myself, do you?

I'd be lost. You know, I
should put you on the payroll.

I'll help you. I know what you
mean. It means a lot to me too.

Well, that's fine, Susan.

But you're not going to devote
all your time to a dusty professor.

You've got to give the
boys a break this year.

A girl gets so bored, Professor
Michaels, they're so...

...oh, so adolescent.

Working with you is an
intellectual experience.

Oh, now, Susan, don't tell me you'd
rather have an intellectual experience

than be the belle of the ball
at the sophomore cotillion.

I would, dancing with
you. I'd have both.

Me? I wouldn't be found
dead at a student dance.

Oh well, I've got to run along,
Professor. See you in class tomorrow.

Goodbye, Susan, nice of you to drop in.

Goodbye. Bye.

Good night...

Good night...

Parting is such sweet sorrow

that I could say good
night till it be morrow.

That's very good, Susan, very good.

Bye.

Now then, Miss Fortitude. Yes, sir.

My dear, you're not frightened of me?

Well, uh... Yes, yes, a little.

I assure you that even though I do look
as if I were going to swallow you alive

I couldn't possibly
digest you. So relax.

Thank you, sir. And don't say 'sir'.

Makes me sound so pathetic.

My name is William Gillingham.

The male ruffians refer to me as Stinky.

The females more gently as
Gilly. Behind my back, that is.

I think you'd feel more at ease if
you called me Dean. Thank you, Dean.

Yes, yes.

Now then, your entrance
examinations are all in order

and I herewith welcome you officially
as an undergraduate at Pointer.

Thank you.

You should register for your
classes now and find a place to live.

Oh, I already have a place
to live. My d... er...

a friend of mine found a room
for me in the freshman dormitory.

Oh, good, good.

You realize, of course, that your
matriculation is most unusual and unique.

Yes, I was afraid that...

Well, perhaps a woman of
my age coming to college...

A woman of your age? Yes.

What a silly thought.

You've barely got the peach
of adolescence off your cheeks.

You might more likely ask what's
a man of my age doing in college.

You're very nice.

But after all, you're the
dean, you teach people.

I have no doubt you will too.

I meant by unusual the fact that you're
the first girl in fifty-five years

to use the Abigail
Fortitude Scholarship.

She was my grand-mother. Oh.

You see, my mother never
had a chance to use it.

She was married at seventeen and busy
having me instead of coming to Pointer.

Well, having a baby would scarcely
have kept her from matriculating today.

Oh? With all our GI families...

we've all been having maternity wards in the
student's' hospital and the nursery in the gym.

Really? As a matter
of fact, Dr. Longley...

has been fixing sprained
ankles and twisted knees

for football players for so long

he had to take a refresher
course in obstetrics.

Yes, my dear, college has changed
much since my days as a student.

And I must say for the better.

It seems our students want an education
today more than a good football team.

And that is the primary
purpose of any school.

Yes, I see what you mean. So
it's very good to see you here.

What's the use of educating
the children, I've always said,

if we don't educate the parents too?

Dean Gillingham... Have
no fear, Mrs. Abbott...

What do you mean? I'll
keep your horrid secret.

After all, you and Susan do share the same
home address on your registration cards.

Oh, my goodness, I never thought of it.

You see, we didn't
want anyone to find out.

I assure you the fact will
never fall from my lips.

Thank you.

Good luck, Miss Fortitude.

Good luck in all your
studies and your hopes.

And if I can ever be of
any service at any time,

please don't hesitate to call on me.

That's very nice of you.

Goodbye, Dean. Goodbye.

Susie. Hi, Mom.

Not Mom, Abby, Golly, I forgot, sorry.

How did you make out with Gilly?

He's the nicest man I ever met.

He's a charmer.

And Richard Michaels, that's one of
the greatest educators in the country.

I can believe that.

He made me feel just
a little like a cheat.

Why?

He was so pleased that I'd come
to Pointer to finish my education.

I see what you mean, but I
wouldn't let it bother me.

It does bother me. Since I know I came
here only to put my hands on some money.

I've got news for you. What?

If you plan to stay here on
that dough until February,

you're gonna get an education
whether you meant to or not.

Otherwise you go right out on your ear.

Susie, I've told you time and
time again not to talk that way.

Abby, I'll have to caution you not to
correct people as if you were their mother.

Other people might catch on, see?

How do you like the joint?

Well. let us say I have seen
more attractive places in my day.

Of course it is rough.
But you've got a good view.

On a clear day you can
see my sorority house.

Oh, where? Right over there, see?

Oh, yes.

You can get a lot of junk at the five-and-dime
and fix it up like the house of tomorrow.

Well, couldn't get
anything but better, hm?

You're lucky at that.

If you weren't single, you'd be
living in a trailer with your guy.

There's a room shortage.

I guess I am lucky.
That's the old pizzazz.

Now what? I'm supposed to go
and register for my classes.

You'd better hike all over to
the Geranium Hall and get in line.

Now? Now!

I'll straighten things out
here and get you settled.

All right. See you later. Okay.

Hey, wait a minute.
You're not going like that!

What's the matter with me? Plenty. You're
about as conspicuous as a brass band.

This is college, not 5th Avenue.

This is the most
conservative thing I own.

Conservative at home, maybe,
but too overdressed here.

You've got to simmer down like one of the
kids. What do you think I ought to wear?

I'd take those bobby pins and lose them.

Comb your hair all frizzy.
It looks too old that way.

And ditch the hat. Look,
I'll run over to the house...

and get some things you can
wear until you get your own.

And step on it!

Well, hi, angel eyes.

Play this again tomorrow.

Thank you.

# Put them all together
they sound 'Mother' #

Excuse me.

Pardon me, lady. Are
you in the right place?

This is Pointer College.
The Stork Club is south.

I'm a student here.

Abigail Fortitude? That's right.

How do you like that?
Is something wrong?

Honey, the name just
doesn't go with the scenery.

You're a freshman?

Yes.

My, just out of the army
or something? No, no.

Married? No.

Where are you living?

Has all this anything to do
with my registering for classes?

No, but a guy has to start
planning his past, doesn't he?

Yes... These classes
are all okay, but...

what's your major gonna be?

Oh... what's a major?

In college you've got
to major in one subject

which indicates the type of
career you've cut out for yourself.

Uh... what does Richard Michaels teach?

You too?

Look, I only asked what does he teach.

Iniquity, thinly disguised
with Shakespearean sonnets

and officially labeled
English Literature.

Oh...

I'll major in that.

Abigail, what would your mother say?

Oh! I'm so sorry. That's okay.

Let me help you. Thanks.

Say, don't you live over
in the freshman dorm?

Yes, I do. I'm a freshman too.

My name's Rhoda Adams.

Hi, Rhoda. Hello.

I'm Abigail Fortitude. Yes, I know.

We were talking about you
last night on the second floor.

You going to English Lit? Yes, yes...

Good. So am I.

Wish I weren't so nervous.

I'm scared spitless. Oh, don't say...

What? Nothing.

You're scared spitless? I too.

It's that Richard Michaels.
They say he's just heavenly.

Oh, no, I didn't mean I
was nervous about that.

It's just that this is my first class
and everything is so new and strange.

You see, I've always been
interested in literature

and that's why I signed up for this course.
It had nothing to do with Richard Michaels.

Yeah, that's what I keep telling myself.

I guess that's it.

Hey, you there!

Why don't you take that seat?

I didn't want to be
conspicuous. You didn't?

What is your name?

Forti...

Fortitude.

Fortitude.

Well, Miss Fortitude, I am not myopic

and I have an uncanny sense of intuition
when one of my students is unprepared.

I can spot him in the last
row as well as the first.

So why don't you take that
seat there next to Miss Sharpe?

Yes, certainly.

Hello, Miss Sharpe. Oh,
hello, Professor Michaels.

Back for another try, eh?

Don't you think you ought to run? Oh,
I'll pass this time, Professor Michaels.

If I can keep my mind on my work.

All right, ladies and
gentlemen, let's come to order.

This first one is going to be short

so you needn't brace yourselves.

I usually start this course
in about the same manner.

You repeaters will have to bear with me.

In studying the text of Shakespeare
we repeatedly find the theme of love...

over and over again.

And yet, in all the works of the
master we are never bored with the theme

because Shakespeare in his artistry knew
something we lesser mortals have to learn.

Never is love the same.

Never does the ecstatic fusing of two
entites precipitate the same reaction.

For each love there
is a different meaning.

For each pair of lovers
a different world.

From Juliet to Catherine the divine
impulse is as varied as it would be among...

well, let us say any of the most
varied of you here in this room.

I will now attempt to expose
your minds to Shakespeare.

If you choose to sleep like
some of those in the back...

that is your problem.

If you choose to listen and learn

that is my problem.

Here's a sonnet to think
about until next class.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May.

And summer's lease hath
all too short a date.

Sometimes too hot the
eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed.

And every fair from
fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature's
changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor
lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou
wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines
to time thou grow'st,

So long as men can
breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and
this gives life to thee.

Class dismissed.

Old Dicky boy sure
hasn't lost his touch.

He uses that same routine every
semester. I could listen to him forever.

On him it's becoming.

Miss Fortitude, could I see
you in my office, please?

I'm sorry, Professor,
but I have another class.

I've just dismissed this
one 45 minutes early.

There goes another major in English Lit.

Have a seat, Miss Fortitude.

Thank you.

That's rather an odd name, isn't it?

It's the family name.

Any relation to old Abigail Fortitude, the
great pinch-penny-philanthropist of Pointer?

My grand-mother. Oh.

I'm using her scholarship here.

I didn't exactly mean she wasn't a great
philanthropist. I didn't think you did, Professor.

Miss Fortitude, would you mind
answering me a simple question?

Yes, if I can.

What the devil are you doing here at
Pointer? Why are you majoring in my course?

That's two questions, Professor.

And the answer is the same for both.

To get an education.

Are you seriously trying to tell me that
there's anything left for you to learn?

What do you mean by that remark?

I didn't mean what
you thought I meant...

Sit down, Miss
Fortitude, it's all right.

It's just that you are a matured
woman and very sophisticated.

You never saw me before
I came into this class

and suddenly you seem
to know all about me.

Now wait a second, I didn't exactly
mean that you were an old crow

it's just that I'm used to kids and...

Well, you're sort of in my league.

I don't think I'm that
matured, Professor.

Don't misunderstand me, I...

It's just that it's
a little unusual for...

Well, isn't it a little bit late
for you to be getting an education?

No, I don't think so.

But if you doubt what is
available for me here in your class

I'll be happy to have myself
transferred. Oh, no, I didn't mean that...

Professor Michaels, I am not one bit
interested in how you came to teach at Pointer.

And I don't see why you should be interested
in why I came to be taught at Pointer

Now don't be angry, I was
just curious, that's all.

Well, curiosity... I
know, killed a cat...

Good morning, Miss Fortitude.
Good morning, Professor.

Susan!

Wait up!

Hi, Susan. Hi!

I seem to never get a
chance to talk with you.

You know how busy things are
at the start of the semester.

You've got your Student Body work
and I have a thousand and one things.

Yeah, but I wanted to check with
you about the sophomore cotillion.

There's no rush on
that. It's a month off.

I know, I know, but I don't
want to take any chances.

Will you go with me?
I'd love to, Beau...

Well, I'll let you know. Why?

Have you got a date?

Not exactly.

Don't you think it's kind of a dirty trick
to dangle me like a sword of Damocles...

while you hope Professor
Michaels will ask you?

I told you I'd let you know and I will.

If that isn't good enough
for you, take somebody else.

Hey, Sue, what's got into you?

Last year you were different.
You were glad to see me.

I'm glad to see you, Beau, really I am.

You sure don't show it.

I'm sorry, Beau, if I've
made you feel this way.

You're one of the
nicest boys I know and...

I always want to be
friends with you. Friends?

You hate me, don't you?

Oh, really!

You know how I feel about you.

I wasn't kidding when I told you.

I'm crazy about you, Sue.

Not really, Beau. Love is for grownups.

And although you're one of
the nicest boys I know...

Don't keep saying that.

...you're really very immature.

Oh, but Richard Michaels, he's the
rich, full life. He's mature, isn't he?

Mature? Why, he's old
enough to be your father.

So what?

Ladies and gentlemen, you'll be
prepared to discuss King Lear tomorrow.

Miss Fortitude, could I see
you in my office, please?

Yes, Professor.

Class dismissed.

Hey, Abby, you're beginning to spend
more time in there than you do here.

Don't be a shmo, Louise.
It happens every Spring.

This is October, muscle maid.

Yes, Professor.

Close the door, Fortitude. Oh.

Oh, have a seat.

Did you get my theme, Professor?

Not quite. Well, I handed it in.

Yes, I know, I read it.

But I didn't get it.

Oh. That's why I wanted to see you.

Your ideas are excellent,
Fortitude, but you rhetoric, well...

it leaves a lot to be desired.

Oh, dear, I... No, no,
don't be discouraged.

You just need help on
your academic approach.

Oh...

Oh, and you're going to help me.

Yes, indeed. Oh, I see...

Not only that, but I'm going
to have to turn the heat on.

The heat? Yes.

You're too self-conscious,
Fortitude, you're nervous.

I get the feeling that you resent me.

But then, of course, this is only a
sublimation of your fear of failure.

It is? Hm.

You know, English Literature can be fun.

And I'm going to show you how much fun.

You must learn to relax.

Thanks just the same,
Professor, but I'll manage.

You don't want to flunk, do you? Oh, no!

No, I can't flunk. I've got to pass.

Well then, you'd better
let me work with you.

Oh, well, all right... If you say so.

And I think we better work nights.

Nights? Yeah.

Oh, here. Oh, no. We might
as well be comfortable.

Suppose you have dinner tonight
at my house around seven?

No, I'm sorry, Professor.
I can't do that.

I'm afraid you'd better. Oh...

Corner of Faculty Row
near the Circle, number 17.

Professor, I don't think I ought
to take up your time like that...

Fortitude, that's
just what I'm here for.

Oh... yes, Professor.

Well!

Am I late? No, Fortitude, come in.

Thank you.

Oh...

You look absolutely beautiful.
Thank you, Professor.

Oh, let's skip that professor stuff.

Call me Richard. Oh...

Come in and make yourself
comfortable. I'll be right back.

Excuse me. Yes.

How do you like my lair?

It smells good. Oh,
that's just the incense.

You have to burn it to get the
tradition out of the woodwork.

Incense? Would you like a martini?

No. I mix them very dry.

No, thank you. Don't you like martinis?

I'm a student here. But
you're over 21 aren't you?

Yes, just... Well, good
for you. Have two then.

They'll make you relax,
lose your inhibitions.

You know, sometimes I think inhibitions
are very good for people, Professor.

Oh, you know what I mean. Yes...

Well, let's sit down and
be comfortable, shall we?

Uh-uh-uh... The springs
are coming out of that one.

This'll be nicer.

Thank you. You don't mind
if I call you Abby, do you?

Why, no, if you like.

Here we are.

To you and to this wonderful evening.

Thank you.

I can't tell you how much
I've looked forward to this.

Really?

Something wrong with the
cocktail? Oh, no, it's fine.

Then drink it so as I can freshen it.

Yes.

Yes, Abby, I've got to confess I'm
glad you're weak in English Lit.

Because it gives me a
chance not only to help you

but to know you.

To know you well.

That's very nice of you, Professor.

I want to know you.

Very well.

Oh, dear. What's the matter?

I just remembered. I'm awfully
sorry, but I just remembered.

Remembered what?

It's very thoughtless of me, but I just
remembered that I have another date and I can't...

Another date? Yes, where
did you put my wrap?

But Abby, you can't... Oh, there it is.

For heaven's sake, you can't just
walk out... I said I was sorry.

What about your coaching?
Some other time, perhaps.

But Abby... And thank
you very much, Professor.

You can't leave, break the other
date. Oh, that would be rude.

Rude? What about me? What
about my plans for tonight?

I've arranged everything. I know.

Good night, Professor.

Well, my dear, how nice to see you.

Margaret, this is the young
lady I was telling you about.

Abigail, my wife.

How do you do? How do you do, my dear?

I see we arrived at the same time.

No, she was just leaving.
She's got another date.

Must you destroy our evening?

You don't think we enjoy dining
with this dull young man, do you?

It was only on his promise that
you'd join us that we agreed to come.

Oh!

Oh...

Well, my headache is better.
Headache? I thought you said...

Never mind, never mind, Richard...

Would you like a martini? Yes, I would.

Let me take your hat. Thank you.

Abby. Thank you, Richard, thank you...

Oh, Mrs. Gillingham,
I want to tell you...

It's nice to see you
again. It's nice to come.

Oh, sit right down here.

It's very comfortable. Thank you, dear.

You're really more than Bill described
you. And he was simply outrageous.

Bill? Gillingham.

Oh, Gilly, of course.

You warned me that's what the
girls called you, didn't you?

Yes. And how's college life
agreeing with you, my dear?

I must be honest. I've
never been happier.

I'm over here. She knows it.

Oh, Richard, would you like me to
pass the hors d'oeuvres for you?

Oh, yes, would you please? Thank you.

Well, I must confess that I...

really wasn't worried about you
becoming acclimated, Mrs. Abbott.

Perhaps you'd better be.

Getting an education is more
difficult than I thought.

Dinner's served, Professor.

Thank you, Beulah, give us five
minutes. I'll be right there.

Would you like an hors
d'oeuvre? No, thank you.

What do you think of your
fellow students, Abigail?

I think they're wonderful, Dean.

I must say, however, that I'm amazed

how they can be studying
such a serious subject

and at the same time reading things
like Dick Tracy in the comic strips.

Gilly would rather miss a train
than L'il Abner. Oh, really?

Oh, mother... I don't understand
how they can be studying,

a really complex subject like
chemistry, or political economy,

and then sit right down to a
blood-curdling murder mystery.

You know, as I left the house
tonight, Rhoda was reading...

Rhoda? Yes, Rhoda Adams,
she lives right next to me.

Oh, yes.

She was reading an awfully
lurid thing called...

Oh, let me see now...

The Gravedigger and the Chambermaid.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

Do you want some more... No, thank
you, Richard. I've had enough.

As a matter of fact, we
have to be getting along.

We do? My dear, it's almost midnight.

Let's not stretch hospitality too thin.
I think I'd better be going along too.

I'm awfully glad I've had the
opportunity of meeting you.

Wonderful evening,
Richard. Very edifying.

We must do this again.

Oh, thank you.

At our place next time.

Oh, thank you, Dean. that
would be very nice. Good night.

Good night. Good night, Richard.

I have to be back at the freshman
dorm before twelve, you know.

I know. Usually they
don't stay past nine.

They don't? It's your fault,
Abby. They like you very much.

I'm glad they do.

We'll get at that coaching
tomorrow night. All right.

Come on, I'll walk you over. Thank you.

The Gillingham's are nice, aren't they?

What's the matter, Richard?

I didn't know you were married. I'm not.

But Dean Gillingham called
you Mrs. Abbott. He did?

Yes. Oh, I'm sorry.

We were supposed to keep that a secret.

Then you are married.
No, no, I'm a widow.

Eight years now. Oh, that's wonderful!

Oh, I didn't mean about you being
a widow. No, I know what you mean.

Abbott... Abbott?

Like in Susan?

Mrs. Abbott? That's right.

Impossible. No, I assure
you, it's quite possible.

I can't believe it. Well,
so help me, it's true.

But you're practically
as young as she is.

Hardly!

Anyway, she'll get
younger if she gets older.

What's the idea?

You're turning out to be a
dyed-in-the-wool Mata Hari.

Well, it is a rather
long story, Richard,

and it is a secret. We
don't want anybody to know.

And I don't want Susan to know that
you know yet. I have my reasons.

Okay. Thank you.

She's a pretty wonderful kid,
Anny. You ought to be proud of her.

I am.

Well. There's the dorm.

Oh, wait a minute.

Come here a second.

You know I'm liable to get into
trouble if I don't get in on time.

They'd only dock you from going
to the sophomore cotillion.

Oh. Which mustn't happen, incidentally,

because you're going with me.

Am I?

Listen, Abby. Yes?

I'm rushing it because that Mrs. Abbott
thing scared the living daylights out of me.

I like you, you know what
I mean? I really like you.

I like you too.

Then you will come to the dance with me.

Well, is it customary, I
mean student and faculty...

Those barriers no longer exist.

They don't? No.

Well, how nice.

Tradition. A kissing oak.

Oh, I see.

It's true.

Any girl who doesn't kiss a beau good
night under this oak winds up an old maid.

That could hardly be
applied to me, could it?

Hardly.

Good night, Richard.

Good night.

Those are my books,
you know? Oh, excuse me.

Good night. Good night.

By the way...

They teach us in Botany that
your kissing oak is a willow.

Good night.

One, two, three, lunge!

One, two, three, lunge!

Where are you going? English Department.

Richard wants me to correct
some freshman themes.

One, two, three, lunge!

Oh, Sue, will you kinda
take it easy on mine?

I was so bushed from playing
hockey yesterday I fell asleep.

Are you asking me to
cheat in your favor?

I'd rather have you do
that than cheat against me.

One, two, three, lunge! Will
somebody please answer that phone!

He held her hand in class today.

Whose hand? That gal I
told you about, Abigail.

I don't believe it.

So help me, he handed her a book and
underneath it he kinda held her hand.

Lunge! You know.

Lou, if you don't stop this
nasty scuttlebutt of yours,

I'm gonna get myself another room mate.

Gee whiz, don't get sore at me.
I didn't hold his hand, she did.

Oh, really, Lou. He
had on a new tie today.

Pretty snappy. You saw it yourself.
If that isn't love in bloom.

I didn't say it wasn't love in bloom.
Only what makes you think it's Fortitude?

Lou, you better start playing
The Three Musketeers at the gym.

It's getting just a
little overheated in here.

One, two, three, lunge!

Hi, Mom. Good to see you. Good
to see you. Where have you been?

I didn't want to get in your hair, Mother.
You in my hair? Honey, don't be silly.

With Richard coaching you and all I
didn't want to make you self-conscious.

In the first place, you
needed lots of coaching.

That I certainly did.

And, in the second place, I wanted you
to get to know him without me around.

Why?

Oh, come on, Mom, you
haven't fooled me a bit.

I don't know what you mean, Susie.

Come on, let's sit down.

You do like Richard, don't you?

Yes, yes, I do.

Very much? Very much.

Good. You're about as
transparent as a window glass.

I suppose you thought you were pulling
the wool over my eyes all the time.

Mom, I know you had to come
to Pointer because of the money

but that wasn't the only reason
you wanted to be a freshman.

I've known since the day I
told you about Richard and me.

You've known what, dear?

You didn't like the idea of me and
a professor romancing, remember?

That's right.

That's why I wanted you to get
to know him all by yourself.

I wanted you to find out how wonderful he
is, how real, and thoughtful, and sweet.

And that's just what's happened.

Now you know why I feel
the way I do about Richard.

It's just the way I wanted it to happen.

Now you know why I'm in love with him.

In love with him?

Oh, yes, Mom, and you've
only scratched the surface.

Wait until you really get to know him.
But Susie, he's not in love with you.

Oh, he's very fond of me. It's
just that he's shy and conservative.

Honey, are you sure?
Sometimes girls imagine things.

I'm not imagining it, Mom. I was
never more sure of anything in my life.

Oh, Mom, I'm lucky.

Just think how he picked me to
work shoulder to shoulder with him.

Just like the Curies.

How important he's been. How...

how he's changed my
whole outlook on life.

Susie, has he said any
of these things to you?

Or are you just dreaming it all
because you want it to come true?

Oh, no, Mom.

Mom, every year new girls
get crushes on Richard.

They try to flunk the course
so that he has to help them.

Oh, I don't mean you.

They try to get to correct
papers, run errands.

They even faint in class.

I didn't pull any of those wheezes.

It was real. Not some
silly schoolgirl swoon.

I see.

Susie...

Susie, I don't know...

I'll be it.

Thanks, Ma.

Thanks for liking him.

Mom.

I hate to say this, but...

Well, you know how a campus
scuttlebutt spreads the alarm.

You mean gossip?

About you and Richard.

Naturally you've had to be with him a
lot since he's been coaching you but...

now that you've caught up in English Lit
I'd be sort of careful about seeing him.

People can be awfully silly and cruel.

Like that dope Louise.

They'll be saying you
have a case on him next.

You understand.

I knew you would.

After all, you're only here temporarily.

It isn't really your
life like it is mine.

Susie, I want to tell you something.

I want to explain... You don't
have to explain a thing to me.

Not a thing.

You're swell, Mom.
Look, I've gotta dash.

See you later.

Susie.

Susie! Abby!

Not now, Rhoda...
Please, you gotta help me!

Chester Hannigan's asked me to go
over to football practice with him...

and I just broke my strap.
Pin it for me, will you?

All right, Rhoda, here...

Which strap is it? This one.

Oh, yes. He's not exactly heaven.

But he's male.

I'll get it, Beulah.

Hello, darling.

Darling.

Darling, we've got
to be awfully careful.

We do? Yes, uh...

Abby, you're shivering.

And I don't think it's from
the cold. Come on inside.

Thank you.

Oh, Richard, everything's gone wrong.

Now that is a ridiculously broad
statement. What do you mean by everything?

Us.

So something is wrong with us. Yes.

Now if you're gonna spill the
beans about the way I snore...

Please, don't joke, Richard.

I'm sorry, Abby, what is it?

It's Susan.

Something happened to her?

Yes, something incurable, I'm afraid.

Seems that everybody at Pointer
knows about it except you.

She's in love with you.

Oh, Abby.

For a minute I thought it
was something really serious.

You know, I had a little puppy once,

and they remind me very much of him,
maybe that's why they call it puppy love.

No, I don't think so, Richard.

I did at first, when she
first told me about you, but...

now I don't. Oh, Abby,
only sprouts get crushes.

It's like the measles.

They get over it. It
doesn't mean anything.

She's only seventeen.

Oh, Richard, I was
married when I was sixteen.

Well, it's not the same, Abby.

You're a big girl now, and I'm a big
boy. We belong together, don't we?

Yes.

I want to marry you.

You can't expect me to
take Susan seriously.

Abby, I love you. I
love you too, darling.

I want you to be happy.
I want to be happy.

We have a right to be happy
together, haven't we? Yes, darling.

Then don't fight it, just
let yourself go along with it.

It's so simple.

Now you give up this
freshman nonsense, huh?

No, I can't, not yet,
not until February.

Abby, marriage makes me
the bread winner, remember?

Now, I'll see that
Susan stays in college.

Then we tell her and get married.

Tell her? Yeah.

Tell her what, Richard?

That her mother is her rival?

That you prefer me to her and
anyway she's just a silly schoolgirl?

I don't know, maybe I'm
just being maternal, but...

I think that's pretty hard to take.

Oh, Richard, it isn't as simple as that.

That's not going to solve her problem.

You see, to her it
isn't a crush, it's real.

And being real it's the most
important thing in her life.

Yes, Abby, you're right. But you're
the most important thing in mine.

We've got to give Susan
a chance to grow up.

You can't treat her
like a swaddling child.

You know, when she was a little girl,
she got a crush on her father, right?

Yes, she did, but then
all little girls do that.

That doesn't mean anything, Richard.
Yes, that's right. That's my point.

And sooner or later that
becomes a dead issue.

Then she matures and
picks on a prof at college

because he's the closest
thing to her first love.

and finally when that
becomes a dead issue

she falls in love with
some muscle-bound Lothario.

Thinks he's creamy-dreamy,
marries him...

and starts raising little girls

who in turn will have a crush on
him. It's a pattern of life, Abby.

And you cannot protect Susan from it.

Perhaps not, I don't know,
Richard. But I can try, can't I?

Dinner's on, Professor
Michaels. Be right there, Beulah.

Oh, Beulah, put some bicarb
beside my plate, will you?

I've got a feeling nothing's
gonna help me tonight.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry.

All right, come on, let's eat, huh?

Yes.

Ouch!

Honest to gosh, I don't see why you
keep knocking yourself out exercising.

You're turning into a string bean.

Muscle, muscle, that's all.
A girl's got to have muscle.

What for? You never know
who you'll have to fight off.

You hope. Ouch! Will you take it easy?

All right.

How do you like it?

Oh, sequins!

You know sequins were
made out of gelatin?

If you were hungry, you could
eat them? If you're starving.

You'd better eat sequins or something
to put some meat on your bones.

There won't be time before the
dance to take this dress in again.

All right, all right.

Who's taking you to
the cotillion, Susan?

Wouldn't you like to
know? That's why I asked.

You don't mean... Not Richard Michaels?

Don't be childish. Richard wouldn't
be found dead at a student dance.

I'm going with Beau. Oh, Beau!

Beau Jackson to the right of you,
Richard Michaels to the left of you...

you can't lose.

I have no intention of losing.

I'll bet if Dickie did go,
though he'd take Abigail Fortitude.

Abby? She won't go to the prom.
It would be kid stuff for her.

Besides, she doesn't have
anyone to go with her.

What do you think I'm going to
college for, for heaven's sake?

An education?

Hello? This is Susan Abbott.

I'd like to put through a person to person
call to Mr. John Heaslip, New York City.

Bowling Green 90098.

Would you both mind giving
me just a little privacy?

Hawk-eye.

Hello? Mr. Heaslip?

This is Susan, Susan Abbott.

Well, for goodness' sake,
Susan, what a surprise.

How are you? How's your mother?

Oh, fine, just fine.
Isn't that just fine?

Just fine.

I have some very good
news for her, very good.

In fact, I was about to run
up there and see her about it.

Oh, Mr. Heaslip, could
you? That's why I called.

See, we're having a big
dance up here and we...

Well, Abby's all alone and she
misses you so much, I'm sure.

She does, eh? Isn't that fine...

I miss her too.

We were thinking maybe you could
come up and take her to the dance.

just like you were her
guy... her escort, I mean.

I'd be delighted to, Susan. When is it?

Tomorrow. You'll have to wear a tux.

Oh, yes, dinner jacket, of course.
I'll be there. I'll wire Abby.

Oh, no, let's keep it a surprise.

And Mr. Heaslip...

Nobody knows about, um... us.

Abby and me, that is.

Thank heavens, we'll be done with all
that nonsense when I come up. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Heaslip.

Not you, Joe. You're in training.

Hi.

Darling, I can't go to
the dance with you tonight.

Why not? Well, I just can't.

What do you mean you can't. What
are you, anyway, a woman or a mouse?

I'm a mother.

Aren't you ever going to give
Susan a chance to grow up?

Richard, I can't hurt her, I just can't.

What do you want me to do,
marry her, for Pete's sake?

Oh, no, of course not,
but you don't understand.

I do understand. She's
got a date, hasn't she?

Yes, but I told you... I'm telling you.

You be ready by 8 o'clock,
Abby, or so help me Hannah

there'll be a scandal in that
dorm when I come up after you.

One wisecrack out of you, Buster,

and there'll be a permanent
vacancy at left tackle all season.

Hey, what's the idea?
I've gotta talk with you.

You can talk to me inside all night.

Fat chance. Once you walk into
that clam bake looking like you look

The wolves'll cut into me until
they won't even remember my mommy.

Well, if you think I'm going
to stand here all night...

No, look, Sue, I'm in love with you.

Every time I think I'm losing you
my heart gets like a hamburger.

Rare, medium, or well-done?

Oh, Sue!

Oh, please, Beau, don't
start that silly talk again.

Can't you be a man?

A man? Oh, you want a man, huh?

Okay, baby, you've got one.

Why... Why, Beau!

You're my gal, understand? And
nobody's gonna break up this twosome.

Nobody!

And that goes for Professor Michaels

as well as those other
two guys, savoir and faire.

Oh, no, no...

You mussed me all up.

Yeah, maybe that's what you
need, a little mussing up.

That remains to be seen.

That is the correct amount.

Mrs...

Miss Abigail Fortitude, please.

Hello, Tom. Um, you look nice.

Abby? Your date is here.

Yes, I will.

Won't you have a seat,
please? She'll be right down.

Thank you.

Oh, hello, Professor. Good evening.

Would you tell Miss Fortitude
I'm down here, please?

Yes. Have a seat,
Professor, I'll tell her.

I think you'd better
come right down, Abby.

It's getting a little crowded.

Visiting your daughter? Not
exactly, I'm down here to...

John! Richard Michaels.

Johnny Heaslip! Of all people. You
could have knocked me over the foyer.

How do you like that?

How are you? I'm fine, never
felt better. How are you?

Great, fine, simply great.

Richard Michaels. Haven't
seen you since we left Yale.

How long has it been?
Twelve... twelve years.

Did you carry out your
threat to become a professor?

Oh, yes, here! What about you?
Law? Oh, definitely, yes...

For a while there it looked like you were
going to be a crooner instead of a lawyer.

No, no, good old New Haven.

I'll never forget that night you
stole that cannonball off the monument,

rolled it down the green down
the street and into a milk wagon.

Boy, were you loaded.

Remember the night at the junior prom
when you climbed up in the bandstand

and sang Bulla Bulla to a megaphone?

Boy, were you lousy!

Yes.

Very odd meeting again
in a woman's dormitory.

What are you doing at Pointer?

I came up to meet a friend.

Why, John! Abby!

Hello, Richard... But John...

for heaven's sake.

Hello, Richard. Thank you.

You look beautiful! You've
never looked more beautiful.

Thank you. What are
you doing here, John?

Didn't Susan tell you? No.

That's right, I forgot.
It was a surprise.

For me? Yes.

I'm sorry, I had no idea...

You two know each other? Yes, we do...

You two know each other? Yes...

Do you two know each other? Yes!

We were pals at Yale.
Isn't that a coincidence?

Yes, quite.

Well, it sure's been
nice seeing you, John.

If you're gonna stay up in town,
be sure and drop in and see me.

We'll talk over old times.
Thank you, good night.

Good night. Shall we go, Abby? Yes.

I beg your pardon. Oh,
this is my date, Johnny.

He always was a joker.
This is my date, Ricky.

Are you kidding? No, you are.

Tell him... Tell him, Abby.

Well, I...

Oh... come on.

Isn't this just exciting? Yeah.

Pardon me. Yes, surely.

Hey, Susan!

I thought you said Professor Michaels
wouldn't be found dead at a student dance.

He looks mighty spry for a corpse.

It's beautiful. isn't it? Yes, very.

The dance, I mean. Oh, yes.

It's beautiful, isn't
it, John? Yes, very.

I believe this is our dance,
Abby. Oh, thank you, Richard.

Pardon me, Richard, I
believe this is my dance.

I beg your pardon, gentlemen,
this happens to be my dance.

Professor. Hello, Susan.

Hello, Mr. Heaslip. Good to
see you. So glad you came.

There are others who do not
share your enthusiasm, my dear.

What do you mean? I mean your
mother already had a date...

with this gentleman.

She couldn't have. Mother? Whose mother?

Pardon me.

Confusing, isn't it? Yes, a little.

Like Dogpatch on Sadie Hawkins day.

Thank you, my dear. Thank you, Dean.

What has this Johnny
Heaslip got to do with you?

Family lawyer. Old faithful.

He's not so old. You
know what I mean, Richard.

Is that why you tried to break our
date? I didn't even know he was coming.

Is he in love with you?

Madly! Why, are you jealous?

You bet I am. And if that
guy tries anything romantic...

Richard.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh,
Professor Michaels...

don't you just love waltzes? Yes, I
do, but this happens to be a foxtrot.

Really, Abby, you ought to be
ashamed, leading a poor fellow on.

Oh. He's mooning for
you right in public.

Do you think so?

Now, Abby, this may seem like fun to you,
but to me it's all rather disgraceful.

You can't put aside your life
and pretend to be a college girl.

You can't go on. It's like
living in a dream world.

Sometimes dreams come true,
John. More often they don't.

Anyway, the farce is
over. I have money for you.

Now, John, I told you
before... It's your money.

We sold your stock at a decent figure.

You have $5,000 to your credit.

Five thousand? Five thousand dollars.

But I... Could I?

Oh, hello, Beau. Hello, Abby.

Say, Abby, I just wanted to warn you.

About what, Beau?

Susan's Abbott's been blowing her top

ever since you and the professor
arrived with that other tweet.

She's pretty sore at you.

Thank you, thank you.

Want some punch? Yes.

Excuse me, Beau.

You wait here, I'll get you some.

Susan, I want to speak to
you for a minute. Mother!

How could you?

Mother?

Is she nuts? Abby, did you hear
her? She called you her mother.

Yes, that's right.

You?

Holy smoke?

Pardon me. Yes...

Want a drink?

Oh...

No, no.

Want to sit down?

Yes.

Well, what gay little piece of news did
Mr. Heaslip have to tell you this time?

Well, he uh...

he said there's no need for my
staying at Pointer any longer.

I have money now, he
wants me to go home.

Home? Home to what? Home to him?

He's crazy.

Listen, Abby, you're going
to be a professor's wife.

This is your life now. It becomes you.

Richard...

You know, I've really
got a headache this time.

Do you mind taking me home?

Sure.

Be should to let us know
where to drop you off, old man.

There's a train leaving at
twelve o'clock tonight, Abby.

Why don't we take it? Susan
can send the trunk later.

Heaslip, your train
is way off the track.

Abby is not leaving here. We're
gonna be married. We're in love.

And if I hear any more talk of leaving, and
trains, a block is going to be knocked off.

You don't say. Yes.

May I remind you, Mr. Michaels,

that during our
undergraduate days at Yale

I was collegiate middleweight boxing
champion of the Eastern Division.

Oh, stop it.

Both of you.

Good night, John.

Abby, I shall be waiting at the
Inn. Call me when you're ready.

You'll wait a long time, Heaslip.

I'll see you in class tomorrow, Abby.

Good night, Richard.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

Just the same, Heaslip, if you hadn't been
middleweight boxing champion of the Eastern Division

I'd knock your block off.

Susan!

Professor. How's your mother,
I mean, is she all right?

She's... she's leaving.

What? She can't do that.

We've got to stop her.

No. Don't you realize what it means?

She's giving up a life
of happiness with me.

She's been a woman
here. She's been alive.

We've got to keep her alive.

No... she's going back.

Susan, help me.

You love her. I love her even more.

Don't you realize what
she's meant to my life?

I'd have wound up a
broken down bachelor.

But Abby's changed all that.

She's given me a chance to live.

And it's got to be, for her sake too.

All her life you've been her life.

But that's finished
now. You've grown up.

Help me, Susan.

No, I won't.

Why should I?

Not helping you. Helping her.

Susan! I am all grown up.

And I'm in love with you too.

Don't you see? Don't you understand?

I'm in love with you too.

I don't think you even know
the meaning of the word.

I love you.

Why should I give you up?

Your mother loves me too.

And she's giving me up.

You see, Susan?

That's the difference
between a woman and a child.

Abby!

You can't go. You mustn't.
Richard, it's no use, really.

Abby, listen!

Remember Mr. Shakespeare..
Remember that sonnet we worked on.

Presume not on thy
heart when mine is slain.

Thou gav'st me thine
not to give back again.

Oh, don't. Please, don't.

Mother!

Mother...

I was wrong. Don't
leave us. Don't go away.

Susie, do you mean that?

Well, if I can't have him, Mom,

at least let's keep him in the family.

Susie, wait a minute.
No, no, Abby, let her go.

That's the way she wants it.

Well?

She grew up tonight.

Yes.

Hey, lady! Yes?

You'd better hurry if you
wanna catch that train.

John! The railroad station?

Yes. Come on. We'll wave goodbye to him.

All right.

Hey, for Pete's sake, angel
eyes, where have you been?

I've been going screwy...

You look beautiful, Sue.

Thank you, Beau.

Where the heck have you been?
Gee, Sue, this is the last dance.

Then I guess we'd
better dance it. Come on!

And I still insist, Abby, that you're
making the mistake of your life.

Think, think before you
take this step that you...

Furthermore, I predict...

Bye, John!

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Say, Abby.

Now, I'm not gonna ask you tell me the
deep dark chapters in your life, but...

there's one thing about
me that you ought to know.

What?

You remember that book, The
Gravedigger and the Chambermaid?

Yes.

Well, I am John St. John.

No! Yes. I wrote it.

Oh, Richard! Well I have a
confession to make to you too.

What? I read it.

Oh, no! Twice!

Legendas: Luís Filipe Bernardes