All language subtitles for Married Too Young English

(dramatic upbeat orchestral music)

(engines roaring)
(upbeat orchestral music)

(crowd cheering)
(engines roaring)

- Come on Tommy.

Come on Tommy!

- That Blaine kid's really wheeling.

- Ah, you ain't kidding, boy.

(engines roaring)

(wheels screech)
(engines roaring)

(crowd cheering)
(engines roaring)

(wheels screech)
(engines roaring)

- That kid deserves more

than being just an
after-school grease monkey.

(engines roaring)

(crowd cheering)
(engines roaring)

- [Sports Announcer] That's Tommy Blaine,

jack-rabbiting into the lead.

Looks like he's gonna hold it.

(crowd cheering)
(engines roaring)

Look at him go.

He's really got that car souped up

like an Indianapolis Speedway special.

(crowd cheering)
(engines roaring)

- Finally got yourself
a winner, hey, Miltie?

- (laughing) Yes, every
boy from here on in,

Miltie's Garage is gonna be
first every time. (laughs)

- Miltie's Garage or Tommy Blaine, huh?

(engines roaring)

- [Sports Announcer]
In just a moment folks,

I'll get the official time
on Tommy Blaine's win.

Meanwhile, here's some statistics

on this new sensation
of the sports car races.

He's a senior at the local high school

and works in Miltie's Garage.

- Good advertising, Miltie.

- Atta boy, Tommy!

(engine roaring)

- Hunk a wire, a rebuilt
carburetor, and a prayer,

(thumps car) but she held together.

- It was the prayer that did it, kid,

and the way you raced her along.

- Thank you Miltie.

- (laughs) But Miltie's
Garage gets all the credit.

- You belong back in the stands, Grimes.

- Oh, that's for the
peasants, Doc. (laughs)

You know me and my partner

are thinking of sponsoring
a couple of racers.

You're number one on our list.

- I work for Miltie.

Driving, it's just for kicks.

- I hear you're planning to
go to a Saw Rollin's College

when you get outta high school.

- That's my business, not yours.

- (chuckles) Of course it ain't Doc,

but nursing sick jalopies for peanuts

won't pay your way through college.

Now you are a talented kid.

One of these days, I might have
a smart proposition for you.

- I can wait.

(distant crowd cheers)

- Tommy, oh Tommy, you were
marvelous, simply marvelous.

- Mm, watch it, honey,

you're gonna get yourself all smeared.

- Hey, the only ones that got smeared

were the other drivers.

- Mike's gonna take me home,
I've gotta change my clothes.

How soon are you gonna pick me up?

- Soon as I take the car back the garage

and get cleaned up myself.

- Okay.
- Hey.

- Oh, come on Mike.

- (chuckles) At least
that little girl of yours

is as solid as the Rock
of Gibraltar behind you.

- She should be.

We've been steadies all
through high school.

- Oh, I'll hook it up.

Take a look at the cab, there's
a couple of first prizes

I got in there for you myself.

- Ah!
(door clatters)

(paper rustles)
(door slams)

- So this is my rival.

- Think so?

Well, she comes apart.

- Mmhmm, and you can
see what makes her tick.

While you've been
playing footsie with her,

I've been growing old,
waiting for you to pick me up.

- Oh gosh, honey, I'm sorry.

Miltie gave me this is a present.

I got so interested in
it, I forgot the time.

- All right Doctor, you
put your patient together,

now it's time to take care
of your personal life.

- Where would you like to go?

- Anywhere you prescribe, Doctor.

- All right, let's go.

(pattering footsteps)
(quiet orchestral music)

(door clatters)
(quiet orchestral music)

(engine rumbles)
(quiet orchestral music)

(door clatters)
(quiet orchestral music)

Let's try this one.

- [Helen] Okay.

(pattering footsteps)

(people chattering)

- [Tommy] Let's sit there.

(people chattering)

Two Cokes.

- Let's play some music.
- Alrighty.

(people chattering)

There you go.
(people chattering)

(jukebox rattles)
(people chattering)

- Come on, come on, let's not
waste the coin we invested.

- Look, in a joint like this,

the music's for listening,
it's not for dancing.

- All right, bashful, I'll
have a ball all by myself.

(smooth jazzy music)

Come on Tommy, I need a dancing partner.

(smooth jazzy music)

- [Restaurant Patron] Ah baby,
you don't have to beg me.

- [Helen] Tommy!

- (laughs) Oh man, I like
you, don't go to waste.

- When Helen says partner, she means me.

- Come on, let's get outta here.

(people chattering)
(smooth jazzy music)

- What's the matter them two,
they're married or something?

- (sound cuts out) Starting things, Tommy.

- That's okay.

Some town we picked for laughs.

Cemetery with lights.

- We've still got a half a tank of gas.

- Let's cruise.

(pattering footsteps)

(door rattles)
(clatters)

(engine rumbles)

- You were real brave back there, Tommy.

- That guy should have
known you were my girl.

- Am I your girl?

- Look, not when I'm driving.

- Party pooper.

- Yeah, yeah, that's me,
(chuckles) that's me.

Now, I told, not what I'm driving.

- Let's park someplace.

- Okay.

(engine humming)
(quiet radio music)

(sexy jazzy music)
(Tommy sighs)

You know from up here, it looks
like the stars have fallen.

- [Helen] Mmhmm, and
we're the only two left,

looking down at the stars.

- Look, you're going
to give me goosebumps.

- Really?
- Now cut it out.

- Never.

Coward.

- Oh really?
(Helen giggles)

(sexy jazzy music)

(labored breathing)

(gentle quiet music)

- Thank you Tommy.

- Let's,

let's, let's not make it cheap.

- Takes two to tango.

It's my fault as much as yours.

- No, it was more mine.

Look, I love you.

And it's up to the guy
not to take advantage.

- Now don't keep taking the blame.

We didn't park here to
have a cheap affair,

it's just something that
happened, and nothing did.

Except we learned how
much we want each other.

- You know, Helen, if we were married,

nothing like this would ever happen again.

- I know.

- Look, it doesn't take much.

A guy says, "Do you, Tommy Blaine,

take this woman for your
lawful wedded wife?"

And you know, and so forth.

- And we both say I do, and
Mr. And Mrs. Thomas Blaine

live happily ever after.

- (laughs) And just think,

we'd have it all over the kids at school.

We'd always know who we're dating.

And after I get outta
college, and I'm a doctor,

you know what?

You're gonna be my nurse.

- (laughs) That's even
better than being engaged.

Oh Tommy, we're gonna have to wait years.

Parents still think we're
just a bunch of kids.

They'll never give their consent.

- Look, we didn't ask 'em
when we got secretly engaged,

did we?

- No.

- We're only six miles
from the state line.

And old Betsy could get us,

get us there quicker than
you could say, "I do."

- That's right, in the next state,

you don't need your parents consent.

- Well?

- Oh, I do.

- Come on!

(sexy jazzy music)
(Helen giggles)

(engine hums)

How much is it?

- Ceremony and special license, $25.

The ring is free.

- I've got about eight
dollars and 50 cents.

- What I've got, it'll swing it.

That's okay.

- Music, please.

(gentle orchestral music)

Join hands.

We're gathered here to witness

the joining of two people
in the state of matrimony.

Do you, what's your name?

- Tommy, Thomas Blaine.

- Thomas Blaine.

Take this woman to be
your lawful wedded wife?

- I do.

- And you-
- I do.

- Not yet.

Wait 'til I ask you,
after I speak your name.

- Helen Newton.

- Helen Newton.

Take this man to be your
lawful wedded husband?

Say "I do," young lady.

Stop dreaming, young lady.

- Oh, I do, yes I do.

- Put the ring on her finger.

- Yes.
(gentle orchestral music)

- According to the powers of my office,

I pronounce you man and
wife. (book claps closed)

Congratulations.

You may kiss the bride.

You can pay Bertha while
I fill in this license.

(gentle orchestral music)

Eh, there you are, young lady.

This'll prove you have a
right to keep him home.

- Thank you.

- If you have any other friends
who want to get married,

don't forget this place,
the Haven of Happy Weddings.

(gentle orchestral music)
(door clatters)

(people chattering)
(upbeat party music)

- One of these days,

I'm going to yank that
juke box outta here.

Phyllis, you only got 'til
midnight to serve your customers.

- Next thing you know, you'll
have me on roller skates, hm.

(people chattering)

Anything else?

- No, thank you.

(people chattering)

It's got bubbles like champagne.

You counting calories or something?

- Oh no, I was just thinking.

This is our wedding supper. (laughs)

- (chuckles) And Mr. And Mrs. Tommy Blaine

are on there honeymoon.

What would you like,
cruise around the world?

Bridle suite at the Waldorf?

- Silly.

- Just you wait and see, sweetheart,

as soon as I get outta
college, it'll all come true.

(people chattering)

(upbeat music)
- Enough's enough,

it's after 11 o'clock.

- But I just put in a dime, Daddy-O.

- So I'll take it off your bill.

And don't call me Daddy-O.

I told you kids a million
times, I want some respect.

- So be a rectangle.

- Look, Daddy-O, she didn't
mean anything, uh Mr. Landis.

- Some weekend.

Muscles, pile of iron conks out,

so we can't even take in a drive-in.

- Look, it's not my fault the
old heap conked out on us.

- You don't have to
draw me pictures, Marla.

When I get the chance, I'll
glue it back together again.

- Oh, but tomorrow or Sunday,

and we're gonna have a
dismal time without wheels.

So what do you expect for free?

Besides me and the bride have
got the weekend all booked up.

- Say, what's this me
and my bride business?

You two didn't chase over the
state line and do it, did you?

- Oh, don't be a goon,

you just dropped in in
the middle of a dream.

We were imagining our
honeymoon, years from now.

- Yeah yeah, that's right. (chuckles)

Now why don't you be a pair
of good old pedestrians

and let us finish our dream, okay?

- How romantic.

Come on, dreamboat, let's go.

- Brother, I almost gave us away.

Proves one thing though,

getting married doesn't
make us look any different.

- I suppose it doesn't.

I'da died if she'd seen the ring.

- Look, you better stash it.

You know the old folks at home

might suddenly decide to
make a noise, like parents.

- Mmhmm.
(Tommy chuckles)

- It's flat.

- I don't want my soda either.

- Let's go.
- All right.

- Well, you kids love-sick or something?

- I guess our eyes are
just too big, Daddy-O.

- Put it on ice, I'll pay for it later.

- See that you do, Tommy Blaine.

(people chattering)
(upbeat music)

(gentle romantic music)

(emergency brake rattles)
(gentle romantic music)

- To quote Shakespeare,
"Goodnight, goodnight,

parting is such sweet sorrow."

- I'd rather quote Christopher Marlowe.

"Fair Helen, make me
a mortal with a kiss."

- You silly.

(quiet romantic music)

(door clatters)
(quiet romantic music)

Put me down, Mr. Blaine.

("Wedding March" music)

Parting is sweet sorrow.

(gentle orchestral music)

(door clatters)
(gentle orchestral music)

(engine hums)

(cheerful carefree music)

Mrs. Thomas Blaine.

Mrs. Tommy Blaine.

(quiet orchestral music)

(gentle dramatic music)

(phone dial clicking)
(whirring)

(phone ringing)

(door rattles)

- I'll get it, Pop.

Hello?

- Tommy, the marriage license,

I thought I put it in my
bag, but I can't find it.

I thought I had it in the
Campus Club last night,

sort of all rolled up.

Oh, Tommy, if anybody
reads it, I'll just die.

- Look baby, take it easy.

I'll chase down and
give the place the eye.

I know, I know it's not your fault.

Look, let's not talk
anymore, I better move fast.

I'll pick you up after.

- Bye Tommy.
(phone rattles)

(dishware clattering)

- You have to drop crumbs
all over the house?

- If I do, I'll pick it up.

- Like you pick up your clothes?

Why can't you be neat and
responsible like your brother Joe?

- You don't have to be a
corporal in the Army like Joe

to take care of responsibilities.

- Oh yeah, I forgot,

you're working a couple
of hours after school,

down at Miltie's Garage,
a real breadwinner.

(paper rustles)

(pattering footsteps)

(Tommy sighs)
(hand claps table)

- Mr. Landis, last
night when we were here-

- You didn't pay your
bill, 75 cents plus tax.

- I'm sorry about that, but
my girl and I wanted to have,

you know, a little fun and
practical joke type thing,

and we think maybe we left something

in the booth over there.

- You told me to put it on ice.

- Yes, I know that,

but it was sort of a paper, you know,

a paper we had made up, you know,

like one of those chicken detective things

you buy in a trick store.

- Oh that.

Well, let's see, what did I do with it?

(cash register clatters)

- (sighs) Thanks.

Uh, do me a favor, will ya?

Don't say anything about this to anyone.

You know, it might be
kind of embarrassing.

Kid stuff.

- Kid stuff.

Confidentially, I never saw
that piece of paper in my life.

- Thanks, and anytime I can do
you a favor, you just holler.

(pattering footsteps)

- Oh darling, don't be silly.

Now do hurry, I don't want you to be late

the first time you're
invited to the country club.

- Country club?

- Well Helen, are you still home?

I'm not a mirage, what's all
this about the country club?

- They've accepted my application.

- Oh.
- And from now on,

the Newton family will be
rubbing elbows with the best.

What do you think of your mother?

- A real keen fam.

- There, that's the verdict
of the younger generation.

We've been invited for
cocktails and supper afterwards.

- That includes me out, I guess.

- You're hardly old enough for cocktails.

- Don't you worry, next Sunday,

we'll all dine at the country club

and there'll be plenty
of children your own age

that you can meet.

Children, oh mother, I'm almost 18.

- In three months.
(car horn honking)

Helen, let's find you at
home when we get back.

- Oh, what's the diff?

The only time you ever really
look at me is at breakfast.

(car horn honking)
(door rattles)

- One of these days,

I'm gonna have a long
talk with that young lady.

- (laughs) Stop acting
like a parent, George,

Helen's a sensible girl

and she knows we're meeting
the right people for her sake.

- Oh, I guess you're right.

Where's she gonna have dinner?

- Well, I gave her $10
yesterday, that should be enough.

(pattering footsteps)

Oh, are you gonna wear that old cap?

- Well, why shouldn't I?

I'll get the car.
(door clatters)

(traffic humming)
(horn honks)

- Hey, I am sure glad to see you kid.

You wanna make a few extra bucks?

- Time and a half on Sunday.

- Eh, you drive a hard bargain.

Look, I gotta tow in that
fancy job of Mr. Donahue.

Stick around and keep an
eye on the place, huh?

- Okay, Miltie.

(traffic humming)
(horn honks)

What's eating you honey?

- Oh nothing except we
were gonna spend the day

at the sports car races.

- We'll look at it at Miltie's TV set.

Besides here, we could really be alone.

- (chuckles) How romantic.

- [Grimes] Hey master mechanic, come here.

- Miss Faithful doesn't
care who drives her,

as long as it's a man.

(door rattles)
(pattering footsteps)

- Kid, I ain't got all day.

Now is this is a garage here, or ain't it?

- I'm not working today,
I'm just minding the place.

- Well all I want's a little
touch in the carburetor.

It's idling rough.

- (sighs) All right,
I'll take it for a spin.

(door clatters)
(engine rumbles)

(traffic humming)
(horn honks)

(pattering footsteps)

(Grimes clears throat)

- What's so interesting in
the magazine, beautiful?

That Marla's a lot of laughs. (chuckles)

And she tells me you and your boyfriend,

Tommy, are that way about each other.

He's got taste, but no sense. (chuckles)

(distant traffic humming)

Cigarette?

Me and my partner offered
your boyfriend a job.

He'd be worth at least a
C note and a half a week,

working for us.

- He's planning to study medicine.

- (laughs) What?

I used to live next door to his family.

His old man makes enough
just for rent and groceries.

A dish like you deserves the best.

- Tommy is the best.

- Pick you up Saturday night.

- You'll be picking yourself
up if you're not careful.

(engine rumbling)

(door clatters)

- A character like you should
stick to riding street cars.

There's nothing wrong with that engine.

- How should I know?

I just buy 'em and drive 'em.

Five spot cover it?

- No charge.

- Oh, here.

This ought to wipe off the red.

Remember, your old neighbor Grimes,

he pays off for everything.

Dr. Blaine.

(pattering footsteps)

(engine rumbles)

- Some wise guy.

(traffic humming)
(car horn honks)

I had both hands on the
wheel, all of a sudden Marla-

- Tommy, you don't have to explain.

- It wasn't my fault, you know Marla!

- Well you didn't have
to go riding with her

and leave me with that...

After all, I am your wife!

- Helen, where you going?

- Home!

At least I'm not surrounded
by dirt and grease there.

- Women.

What's a guy get mixed up with them for?

(phone rings)

Ah, shut up!
(phone ringing)

- You'd better answer it, Tommy.

- You didn't desert me after all.

- I guess I got lonely.

- Me too.

Oh my darling.

(grunts)
(chuckles)

- George, I simply haven't
time to do any cooking.

Well you know I must look my best tonight.

Yes, I've called the delicatessen,

it'll be ready for you to
pick up on your way home.

Now don't be late.

Bye.

(door rattles)
(clatters)

- Are you sure your mother won't mind?

- Of course she won't.

- I won't what?

- The exams, Tommy and I are
gonna study for them together.

- Well, that won't be possible.

We're having guests and I'm afraid

there just isn't room for one more.

- But mother, the exams are important.

I've gotta help Tommy bone up in biology.

Well, Helen, it's more important

that you help me serve the guests.

They're friends from the country club,

and I'm sure the Tommy will understand.

- I understand.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Wait a minute.

You don't understand mother,
I promised Tommy that-

- Of course I understand,

and I think it's very noble
of you to take this attitude.

- But I've gotta study for them too.

Come on, let's go to the library.

- Helen, if you leave this
house, I'll tell your father,

deserting me for that nobody!

- He's not a nobody, he's my-

- Forget it!

She'll help you.

- You had no right saying
that to him. (crying)

- Oh.
(door clatters)

(Helen sobbing)
(somber orchestral music)

- Some mother-in-law.

- I almost told her, didn't I?

- So what's with the party,
how'd you break your chains?

- Climbed out the window.

- Want a soda or something?

- Hmm.

- What's the matter?

- The skin on my third finger,

left hand is wearing awfully thin,

taking this ring off so many times.

(gentle orchestral music)

- You know, sooner or later

we're gonna have to face the music.

- [Helen] I know.

- I can't understand that girl,

sneaking out on me after she
knew I was depending on her.

- Now Susan, perhaps that
boy's a bad influence,

but Helen's is a good girl,
she wouldn't do anything wrong.

- Oh you men, how naive can you be?

She defied me and she must be punished!

Oh, from now on,

she's gonna come to me
for every single penny.

Here, hold this.
(items rattling)

- Can't you wait 'til she gets back?

- I know what I'm doing.
(contents clatter)

- What's this, some sort of
certificate or something?

It is a marriage license!

- You must be mad.

Oh, oh no, George, it's
that boy, he's tricked her!

- No mother, he didn't.

We both said I do together, 50/50.

- George, our guests,
they'll be here any minute,

we can't let them know.

- I'm sorry you both had
to find out this way.

We were just going to tell you.

- Young man, call your parents,

I want them here to talk to my lawyer.

- What do we need lawyers for?

- There are laws to take
care of characters like you.

My daughter is underage

and you took her across the state line.

- I don't know how I'll
ever hold my head up again.

The scandal!

- Hold the fort honey, I'll get my folks.

- Oh my baby, my baby, how
could you do this to me?

- Oh Mother, I love him.

- Hmm, puppy love him, you mean.

When that boy's parents get here,

I'll show them I'm not
the man to trifle with,

especially where my daughter's concerned.

(door rattles)
(Helen sighs)

- It is the law. Mr. Newton.

I haven't violated anything.

They're married all right.

- You knew they were minors, children,

they're not of legal age.

I could have you disbarred for this.

I'm a justice of the peace,

not a lawyer nor a truant officer.

People come here to get
married, they get a license,

I don't ask questions.

- What's the matter?

Afraid if you did, your
conscience would hurt?

- I've already seen my lawyer.

- Weddings I perform will
stand up in any court.

- Ah, we'll see about that.

Imagine that, we parents work and slave

to raise decent children,

and a man like this ruins their lives.

- Their lives were ruined long before

I ever clapped eyes on them.

- You can't talk that way about my boy.

I'm not talking about your
boy, or about your girl.

They're not the first
juveniles I've married,

nor are you the first parents

that ever came screaming to me.

- You can't talk like that to us.

- Call yourselves mothers, fathers-

- Harry, that's an insult.

- Giraffe in a zoo takes
better care of its young.

- You take care, I know
slander when I hear it!

- Truth is the best
defense against slander,

and the truth is,

your children came to me,
not out of any evil intent,

they were looking for the
love and the attention

they weren't getting at home.

Home is where the heart is,

not just a place to hang your hat.

- I can assure you that I
provide the best for my daughter.

- And she knows that we love her.

- I can see that.

I can also see I'm wasting my breath.

Maybe marrying young ones
without their parents' consent

isn't the smartest thing to do,

but you ought to thank your lucky stars

that I'm a justice of the peace

and not a warden of a juvenile prison!

And now if you'll excuse me,

I have another wedding to perform.

- Don't you worry dear.

He hasn't heard the last from me yet.

(pattering footsteps)

- Popular teenagers to wed.

Parents of Tommy Blaine and Helen Newton

announced the troth of their
son and daughter last Sunday,

with a wedding to take
place in the near future.

The near future, (laughs) what a laugh.

- At least somebody else

will be picking up for you after today.

I don't know why your father agreed

the two of you should live here.

- Well, maybe he's beginning to appreciate

some of my sterling qualities.

Ma, what do you got against Helen?

- Did I say I had?

You know, she's just gonna have to be

satisfied with things
here the way they are.

- Ma look, I thought it was all settled.

It wasn't our idea to get married

with our parents' consent
for the second time

and then live together now.

- Well your father talked
it over with Mr. Newton

and they thought it best-

- You mean my new mother-in-law

was worried about what her
friends of the country club

would think.

Boy, people sure got dirty minds.

- Well now they might be
snobs, but they're respectable.

You know, if your brother Joe
ever gets another furlough,

I don't know where he is gonna sleep.

- Joe, my big brother, Joe.

What makes him so special around here?

Been home once in four years
and that's all I hear about,

dear Joe.

Never gave you a penny, never
did anything around the house.

- Tommy, he's your older brother!

(Tommy sighs)

- Forget it, I'm sorry mom.

I gotta go pick up Helen.

Bye.

(door rattles)
(clatters)

- Oh mother, you'll get
your nose all red and shiny.

- I don't care.

That hard City Hall, (crying)
I had such plans for you,

a big church and a choir and an organ,

and you in organdy and white lace.

- Well, maybe Tommy and I
could get married a third time.

That'd make the headlines,

the most married couple in the world.

- There, that proves you're
not old enough to be married,

being so flip.

- Oh mother, I was only making a funny.

I'll come and see you every day.

- If you only could.

I suppose I'll have to
change my engagements though.

Oh that boy.

Why did he have to insist
that you live at his house?

I'm sure that your room
is much more refined.

He did it just to spite me.

- Mother, you were the first
one who said yes to it.

- There, he's turned you against
your own mother, at last!

(doorbell rings)

Oh. (crying)
(pattering footsteps)

(door rattles)
- Hi Mrs. Blaine.

- Hi Mr. Blaine.

- I've come to take Helen home.

- This will always be
home for my daughter.

It seems like yesterday you were a baby

and now you're a married woman.

I feel so old.

- Mother.

I'll call you as soon as I get set up.

- Don't forget, mother's always
here in case you need her.

- [Tommy] Bye, Mother.

(pattering footsteps)

- [Sports Announcer] The
game is fast developing

into a pitcher's duel.

Going into the top half
of the eighth inning,

coming up to bat for the
Dodgers is their big gun,

Stanley Mills.

He's been batting 385 up to this game.

Here's the wind up-
- Must you always

be making noise when I'm trying to relax?

- [Sports Announcer] Barely
cuts the corner of the plate,

ball one.

Mill steps out of the batter's box.

He eyes Wagner on the
mound and steps back.

- Oh, finished so quick?

- My father-in-law finished me.

- [Sports Announcer] A healthy
cut, but all he got was air.

That's one and one-
- That girl, she resents me.

- Shh, I'm trying to
watch the baseball game.

- [Sports Announcer] There's
the windup and the throw.

It's a wild pitch and Mills
just manages to drop in time.

- All I have to do is
finish cleaning these

and I'll be all set.

(distant traffic humming)

- You do good of work, Tommy,

I'd sure like to put you on full-time

as soon as you graduate.

Start you off at 90 bucks a week.

- Thanks Miltie, I appreciate it,

but I was kind of counting
on going to college.

- Oh, hiya, Helen.
- Hi.

- Hi honey.
- Hi sweetie.

- I was just trying to
talk your better half

into working steady for me,

but I'm afraid he's just
a college man at heart.

- Well, Tommy does just as he wants to,

Miltie, as far as I'm concerned.

- (chuckles) I wish my
old lady could hear that.

(Helen laughs)

Eh, go and take her out
for a soda or something.

You can finish this later.

- Thanks Miltie.

What's up?

Have another fight with Mom?

- You know I never fight
with her Tommy, but,

well, I try to get along as best I can.

- Look, her bark's much
worse than her bite.

- I uh,

I had a te-du-te with my
mother this afternoon,

just before I came here.

- Ooh, and what did
your mother have to say

about her beloved son-in-law?

- She and Dad want us to
come and live with them

right after graduation.

- (thumps table) Holy cow,

I thought the whole thing was decided.

Look, I'm happy living where we are!

Let's not talk about it anymore.

- Fine.

- Sweetheart?

I'll take off these

and we'll go have that soda
Miltie suggested, okay?

- Mmhmm.

(people chattering)

- Hi Mike.

- Well hey, how are the honeymooners?

- The honeymoon's over, Mike, old boy.

- Yeah, well that'll never be over.

- Just like in fairytales,
they live happily ever after.

- Come on Tommy, our table's over here.

(pattering footsteps)
(people chattering)

- He puts the ring on her finger

and she puts the ring through his nose.

- What's eating you, can't
a guy talk to his friends?

- Friends, none of them has
ever come over to see us.

- Well, I don't blame 'em,

we can't go crawling with them anymore.

- The pizza's fresh off the oven.

- Just a couple of burgers, Phyllis.

Will you play something in the jukebox?

- Oh, it's about time we
had some music around here.

- Well, let's not sit this one out.

- Let's do, we've got
something to talk about.

- Like later when we get home?

- You know, you never want
to hear my side of things.

- Okay, if you don't want to dance,

I'll find somebody who does.

- Hey Mike, can I borrow your girl?

- Yes, since you're so polite.

(sassy jazzy music)

- Marriage make you stiff, dream boat?

Relax, I can't take advantage of you here.

- If I do, I'll melt right in your arm.

(Marla laughs)

Thank you.

(people chattering)
(pattering footsteps)

- This groom of yours is smooth.

Maybe I'll borrow him
for the graduation dance.

- And what are you gonna
put up for collateral?

A sharpie and a sports car?

- Just what you see here,
darling, nothing more.

But you can have him back
now, I'm no house wrecker.

- Homewrecker, you mean.

(Marla laughs)

(people chattering)
(pattering footsteps)

- Care for any dessert?

- No thanks, Phyllis.

- Sit down, darling, you'll
enjoy your hamburger better.

- What's with you dames?

A fella just wants to dance,

and immediately out
come all the cat claws.

Did I tell you Miltie
wants me to work full-time?

- Mmhmm, at least a dozen times.

Just because you're married

isn't gonna keep you
from going to college.

- [Mike] Look, why don't
you get your own girl?

- This is my girl.

Lift the torso baby,

there's a bar I'd like you
to get acquainted with.

- Oh you sweetie. (giggles)

- What are you trying to do,
make her a juvenile delinquent?

- Who made you my keeper?

Let's hit the road.
- Mmhmm.

- You're not leaving here with my girl.

- This custom-made fiddle
set me back 150 clams.

So don't squeeze the goods.

- Now look, I've been going
with her for two years.

- Well in two months, I've
shown her more of about life

than you have in two years.

Back to your pigpen, peasant.

(Marla screams)
(fists clap)

- [Tommy] All right men, let's get him!

- [Marla] Oh, oh no, oh my God!

- It's getting your name in the paper,

it's one of those other
hoodlums that's eating me.

Side companions give you a bad name.

They were under your roof,

it was up to you to pick their friends.

- I ain't hardly got time to
pick out friends for myself.

I work pretty hard.

When I get home, I need my rest.

- They don't tell us where they go

when they leave the house.

- They'll tell me.

You're coming to live
as guests in my house,

but I'm going to give you
a set of rules to stick to.

Understand?

- We understand, Warden.

I'm sorry, it just slipped out.

- I accept your apology.

You both are getting out of high school

and I'll expect you to
realize that marriage

doesn't have summer vacations.

And I'll work out a schedule.

I want you to contribute
to your wife's support.

You will be working, I presume?

- At Miltie's Garage.

He's open 24 hours now and he
wants me on the night shift.

- I trust you'll use
plenty of soap and water

before coming home?

- Yes ma'am.

- Then it's settled.

Tomorrow, Helen's room will be your home.

Oh yes, we'll dine together, of course,

and I'll expect you both to be prompt.

- Oh well, son, we'll keep in touch.

- Maybe it's for the best. Tommy.

You know with Joe coming
home soon and everything.

Oh, here, you better take care of this.

It's your policy you've been paying on.

He's put in almost $500.

So's he'd have a little
something for college.

Now you and Helen come by on Friday

and I'll cook you up
something real special.

- Yeah, Ma, we will.

- It's gonna be all right.

After all, they are our children and,

well, what else have we got to live for?

- Yes, you're so right.

- Look, we appreciate everything
you've done for us, Mother.

See you Friday, huh?

- Let's get together and see a ball game,

maybe a game of cards.

After all, we shouldn't be strangers,

we might be grandparents
together. (laughs)

(playful orchestral music)

- Grandparents together?

Oh, what an unthinkable idea.

- Oh, you needn't to worry mother,

Tommy and I have sense enough to realize

that we're not prepared
to raise a family, yet.

- Oh, I wasn't worried about that.

Oh my, how time flies.

We're going to have to rush, George,

we don't wanna keep Paul Donahue waiting.

Oh, be it dear, you'll find
my brush in the bathroom,

will you bring it to me?
- Mmhmm.

- I really don't mean
to be so harsh, Tommy,

but you're a member of the family now.

I've got my position in
the community to see too.

- (sighs) The way people
have been treating us lately,

feel like a pair of criminals.

- [Susan Newton] Hurry with that brush.

- Mm.

Make yourself comfortable.

She'll want me to brush
her hair 150 times.

(gentle orchestral music)

(Tommy sighs)
(feet thump table)

(gentle orchestral music)

(pattering footsteps)

- Don't tell me you're figuring
out your income tax already.

- No, sir, it's my application
for pre-med school.

- Oh, why don't you stop
kidding yourself, Tommy.

It's September already,

you know you're not going
to college this term.

Look, kid, we're doing pretty good.

Only 24 hour service in
town, you stick with me,

if business keeps up,

in a year you'll be making
six or 700 bucks a month.

- Meantime,

I haven't even been making a
hundred a week you promised.

- Well, I've been checking the books, kid,

and I figure I can give
you another little raise,

say 85 bucks a month.

- Oh gee, Miltie, that'd be great.

- 385 Bucks a month, on that,

you can buy yourself a house
and be your own boss at home.

- My own boss at home, gee,
I can't wait to tell Helen.

- Well, there's no time like the present.

- Huh?

- Go on, beat it, I'll look
after things 'til you get back.

- Thank you, Miltie.

(playful orchestral music)
(Miltie chuckles)

- Tommy,

what are you doing home?

Miltie didn't fire you?

- Miltie gave me a raise.

- A raise?
Oh how wonderful.

Oh, but you could've
waited until the morning.

- In the morning, your
mother kittens you to death

and your old man has
all those things to say

before he goes to his office,

but as of now, it's finished, over with.

(Helen grunts playfully)

- I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

We better have that
te-du-te in the living room.

(gentle orchestral music)

(thumping footsteps)
(gentle orchestral music)

Tommy, what's gotten into you?

- Tonight, I am a man.

We're moving outta here.

Got that insurance policy I can cash in,

with the few bucks we saved last summer.

- Are you gonna buy
yourself a padded cell?

- Nope, a house.

- Oh Tommy, do you really mean it?

- A place where I can run
around, where I can sleep,

where my wife can cook me breakfast.

- Oh! (screeches happily)

- We're not kids anymore,
and tomorrow morning

we start the rounds of
the real estate offices.

(Helen screeches happily)
(gentle orchestral music)

(door rattles)
(clatters)

- Helen, what a shameless spectacle!

- I'm enjoying it.

- You're all covered with grease!

Get back to that grease pit

and don't come back with
that thing on again!

- Don't worry, don't worry, I'm leaving,

and tomorrow morning my
wife is leaving with me.

- But Tommy, we haven't found a home yet.

- Then we'll rent something 'til we do.

(door clatters)

- How nice.

Everybody waited up for a night cap.

- George, do something, they
said they're moving out.

- Moving out?
- Yes.

- At this time of the morning?

- No, sir, not until I get off work.

- Young man, my daughter is
not moving anywhere with you.

I forbid.

- Why don't you change your needle?

You know your record's
getting a little bit scratchy.

And as for you Mrs. Blaine,
you go get some shut-eye.

Tomorrow morning, one of us
has gotta be awake enough

to know what we're buying.

And you'll find someone
else to push around.

- Helen, I never-
- Tommy's my husband

and he's gonna make a home for me.

- Oh.

- Nice looking shack.

You sure you didn't go
a little over your head?

- We're only paying 125
bucks a month, Miltie.

- I wish you'd have
talked to me first, kid.

125 bucks a month for
rent, mortgage payments,

what about furniture and upkeep?

- We'll make out.

- You better put your
speed in low gear, kid,

money don't grow on trees.

- [Grimes] Miltie, old boy.

- Hi.

- See your boss just left.

Long time, no see.

- Not long enough to suit me.

- Now is that the way
to greet an old chum?

Hmm?

Got yourself saddled with a
hunk a real estate I hear.

- You've got long ears.

- And sharp eyes as well
as a quiet tongue, huh.

Keeps me rolling in the coin of the realm.

Spending money to you.

- Look, what do you
want from me, old chum?

- Eh, a little service.

Once in a while I get hold
of a car in my business,

needs maybe new numbers,
quick touch up, fast delivery.

- A hot car with a
built-in jail. (chuckles)

Look, beat it, I don't need you.

- Well, in case you ever do, just holler.

- Yeah, I will.
- I'll be around.

(clears throat) A couple of hours,

you can have more scratch in your pocket

than you can make here
in three or four weeks.

Feltman Grimes, late model used car.

(pattering footsteps)

(door clatters)

(engine rumbles)
(chair clatters)

(gentle orchestral music)

(paper rustles)
(gentle orchestral music)

(doorbell rings)

- I'll get it, Tom.
(paper rustling)

(door clatters)

Look who's here!

- Oh, hi.
- Hi, you Blaines.

I've bring you the conquering hero.

- Hi tiger, how you doing?

- [Tommy] Hi Mike, how are ya?

- Oh geez, a great place you have here.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

- Mike's down from school for the weekend.

- Make yourself at home.

- Do you want some lemonade or something?

- Oh, no, we couldn't.

We just had the biggest
pizza and chili you ever saw.

- Come on, Mike, I'll show you the house.

- Okay, great.

- And I've got you and Tommy
to thank for everything.

You not only helped me to
see what a foul ball I was,

but you set an example
for me to follow as well.

- Have you told your folks?

- Oh, Mike insisted.

He was so cute.

He asked my father for my
hand, just like in fairy books.

- Didn't your father object?

- Object?
He nearly raised the roof.

And my mother went for the smelling salts

when they heard we wanted to a elope.

- That sounds slightly familiar.

- But when we told them how
happy you and Tommy were,

well then they cooled off,
and this is the result.

- And you want my advice?

- Well, that's just what I came here for.

Daddy insists that we
had this church wedding,

after we've been engaged for
a year, a whole year, imagine.

And you are going to be matron-of-honor.

- Oh.

- Oh yeah, and the advice I
want is about my bridal gown.

- Aren't you jumping the gun a little?

- Oh, you never know.

I keep dropping hints at
home about the happy Blaines,

and who knows, that year we have to wait,

well, it might only be a few months.

Oh, and this is the one,
just simply sends me.

- Oh, it's out of this world.

- Oh, I knew you'd go for it.

- Just let me know.

And I'll have that old red
carpet rolled right out for you.

- Sounds like the greatest, Mike.

- Well Mike,

Helen's all set to march down
the aisle as matron-of-honor.

- Hey hey now, don't rush it.

We still may have a year
of sunning ahead of us.

Well, shall we go, honey?

- Okay.

- So glad you two dropped by.
- Oh, nice to come.

- Look, now don't forget,

when you make up your mind
which college you're going to,

I'm all set to welcome
you up to our alma mater.

- [Tommy] Thank you, Mike.

- [Helen] Bye Marla, Mike.

- Bye.
- Bye bye.

- Bye.

(door clatters)
(melancholy orchestral music)

Why the sob act?

- Did you see the way she looked at me?

Like I was a rag mop
left overnight to dry.

- A little house work and
she's gonna look a lot worse.

- It's cheap cotton dress.

- Well what do you want,
silk trim with mink?

We're lucky we're not wearing fig leaves

the way things are going.

What's that Mike got that I haven't?

Big man on campus, huh?

Big operator, all muscles,
and you know what?

No brains.

You know what I told him about marriage?

Play the field, sucker, play the field

just like Marley used to do.

- You didn't.

- I'm not just flapping my tongue.

You know what else I told him?

I was buying in with Miltie,

I had to prove that I was a big man too,

and all the time, this is
burning a hole in my pocket.

- Tommy, your car.

- Where do you think the dough came

to pay for all this junk?

Two punk kids like us say "I do," yeah.

We think we're smarter than anyone else.

We didn't even have a chance to live,

and look, we buried ourselves.

- Well it hasn't been exactly
a wax ballroom for me either,

you know?

- No, I make it and you spend it.

Boy, what a dream castle.

- Look, this house was your brainstorm.

- Blame me, blame me all right.

I got big, broad shoulders,
but I'll tell you one thing,

I'm not gonna lose my car!

- Oh, Tommy, if you just tell
me what you want me to do.

I just wanna help.

If you'll only let me, I know
dad will give us the money.

- I don't want his charity!

- Then,

maybe I could get a job or something.

- Look, baby, forget it, I'm sorry.

Seeing them two with no
worries in the world,

oh, it made me blow my stack.

- I know.

It's an old car, anyway,
we've got each other.

- Right now, not anymore,
an old puff of wind.

(melancholy orchestral music)

- What's, what's the name
of that auto loan company?

- What's swirling in your head?

- Oh nothing, I was just curious.

- Yeah, curious enough to
make a real punk outta me.

- And what are you talking about?

- You know what I'm talking about.

Your old man's just
sitting there like a hawk

waiting to prove I can't take care of you.

Well, all right, you run back to him,

but if you do, don't come back to me!

- What's the difference?

I was only gonna ask him for a loan.

We could pay him back.

- Look, you take care of the house.

I'll take care of the money, okay?

- Tommy?

Tommy?

(gentle dramatic music)

- [Grimes] Well, I see
you found our office.

There's the torso kid.

Later, I'll give you the sign.

- Sit down kid, this is strictly business.

How you fixed for tonight, kid?

- A late shift, same as always.

- Okay, we got a car for sale,

only the the buyer don't like its looks.

How long it take you to
make it look different?

- New paint job?
- Mm mm, not this one.

A little facelift, just new numbers.

- Here are the dough and
the new owner's address.

You'll wear your garage
coveralls when you deliver it.

- Deliver it?
How do I get back?

- It'll only be a $10 taxi ride.

Here.

- How much will be in
the glove compartment?

- [Sports Announcer] Couple of C notes.

- Make this one good, we'll
have another one in a week.

- I'll make it good.

- Once you start, you stay.

Understand?

- Long as there's a profit.

- Just follow orders,
don't try being smart

and you'll be in clover.

- We got big plans for you kid.

Who knows, one of these days,
we might buy you that garage.

Now beat it.

- Miltie's garage and the
kid, (chuckles) what a set up.

(playful orchestral music)

(Tommy yawns theatrically)

- Hey, take it easy, this
couch ain't paid for yet.

- What's all this, "Ain't
paid for," stuff lately?

- Well, it isn't.

- Isn't, ain't, what's the diff?

A man's house is his castle.

- Mmhmm, and it just might
be an empty castle soon.

Installment people called.

They want their money in 48 hours.

- How much of it?

- They say we're $250 behind.

- Tell 'em to keep their
shirts on, I'll get it.

48 hours?

A guy can pick up that kind of money easy,

you know, just like that. (snaps fingers)

(phone dial clicking)
(whirring)

- Mr. Newton, please.

His daughter.

Thank you.

Hello Daddy.

Oh, I'm fine.

No, nothing's the matter.

Daddy,

I'd like to come downtown this afternoon,

there's something I
wanna talk to you about.

- You wanna make me look
like a charity case?

(phone clatters)

Don't ever do it again.

I'll take care of the bills.

- But Tommy, we're even
behind on the house payment.

- We wouldn't be

if you knew how to run
a house like my mother.

(door rattles)

- But I can't sleep, Tommy,
I've just got to talk to you.

- There's nothing to worry about,

everything is under control.

Now you go to bed.

- The buses are still running,
I'll bring you some coffee.

- I got coffee, a whole pot full.

'Sides I'm gonna be too busy for visiting.

(engine humming)

I got a customer now, I'll
see you when I get home.

(door clatters)

I told you I'd have the
money in a couple of hours!

(phone clatters)

- Here's the new ownership paper.

Now make sure the numbers
on the motor check.

We'll hear from the other
end if your worth the dough.

Your door is wide open.

- It always is.

(pattering footsteps)

(door thumps)
(paper rustling)

(engine rumbles)
(paper rustling)

(quiet suspenseful music)

- You're not gonna get married too young.

Too young.

- [Speaker] Marley's gonna
get married too young.

Too young.

- Not if we get married too young.

Too young.

- [Speaker] Not if you
get married too young.

Too young.

- [Speaker] Not if you
get married too young.

Too young.

- [Speaker] Not if you
get married too young.

Too young.

- [Multiple Speakers] Not if
you get married too young.

Too young.

- Tommy?

Tommy?

Tommy.

Oh Tommy, I had such a bad dream.

- Maybe it's something you ate.

I told you not to come here!

- I had to.

We've gotta talk everything out.

- I'm all talked out.

- Tommy, please, I can't
stand another day like this.

I know how much your car means to you

and if staying married
to me isn't so important-

- Are you outta your mind?

I've got the money!

Look here, if you don't believe me.

- What'd you do, rob the bank?

- No, Fort Knox.

Look, I've got to deliver this car.

Will you please stop bothering me?

- Tommy, let me go with you.

We could talk on the way.

- Go home, will you please?

- Tommy, please, I don't
wanna be alone tonight.

I'm scared.

Let me go, Tommy.

- The owner of the car might get sore.

- Well let him!

(door clatters)

I'm not budging.

If you want me to get
out, you can throw me out.

- If I get into trouble,
it's not my fault.

(hood clatters)

(pattering footsteps)

(door clatters)

(engine rumbles)
(wheels screech)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(wheels screech)
(engines rumbling)

(siren wailing)
(engine rumbling)

- Tommy, you'd better
stop, it's the police.

(siren wailing)
(engine rumbling)

Tommy, stop!

- Shut up!

(siren wailing)
(engine rumbling)

- Tommy, if you'll only stop I'll,

I'll tell him we took
the car for a joy ride,

look that I dared you to, it was my fault!

- You wouldn't be lying too much.

If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't
be in this mess right now.

- Tommy, look, they don't know

that we're just a couple of kids.

Tommy, please, please stop!

(siren wailing)
(engine rumbling)

Tommy.

(siren wailing)
(gun blasts)

Tommy, they're shooting at
us like we're criminals!

Please stop!

- It's only a warning.

By the time they run out of
bullets, will be outta sight.

(siren wailing)
(gun blasts)

- We might get killed!

- It's better than rotting in jail.

Look, be quiet, we're both in this now.

(siren wailing)
(gun blasts)

Don't do that again!

(siren wailing)
(engine rumbling)

(Helen screams)

(car crashes)

- Now let's brief,

the case of the people against
Thomas and Helen Blaine,

minors, is a misnomer.

It should read the case of the people

against the parents of
Thomas and Helen Blaine.

(clears throat) Now uh,

I've arranged this private hearing

because I think that Tommy
is really not a criminal,

nor is Helen.

The facts prove that she
is an innocent victim.

- Are you gonna send Tommy to jail?

- That's up to you.

I'm willing to approve
probation for Tommy,

providing you can prove your right

to be called father and mother.

- Judge, we almost lost Tommy once,

we don't wanna lose him again.

- You won't, if you take
a real interest in him.

- Well, I've always
taken an interest in him.

I'm a hardworking man,
I gave him a good home.

- Our children need more than
just a roof over their heads.

They need guidance, understanding,

which is something this report indicates

he has never received from you.

- I did my best.

- Well, perhaps your
best is not good enough!

Youth shatters easily, Mr. Blaine.

It's a time for dreaming,
for looking ahead.

We grownups have to nurture those dreams,

do whatever we can to make them come true.

Tommy, I understand, had
a dream to go to college,

to become a doctor.

I'd like to see that dream come true.

- Grace and me, we'll do everything we can

if you only give us
another chance with Tommy.

- Officer, will you please
bring in the young people?

Now as for you two,

I'll let your conscience be your guide.

- We are just as much on
trial as any parents could be.

We'd like another chance also.

(pattering footsteps)

- Your mother and father
want another chance.

Think they deserve it?

- They sure do.

- So do you youngsters, Tommy.

The decision of this court is

that you'll both be released
to the custody of each other,

and to your parents.

- (laughs) Tommy.

(gentle orchestral music)

- Just remember, very few of
us ever get a second chance.

(gentle orchestral music)

- Let's go, Grace.

- Just a minute, Harry.

We don't know each other very well, do we?

- No, I'm afraid we don't.

- Well, it's our fault.

Harry's and mine as much
as as yours and Mr. Newton.

We're snobs.

- Snobs, you?

- Sure.

We don't wanna mix with
the country club bunch

any more than they care to mix with us.

Then the Devil take
the country club bunch.

If they won't accept Helen's in-laws,

then they needn't accept us.

- Don't stand there gawking,

the Blaines and the Newtons
have just discovered

they're closely related, by a marriage.

(pattering footsteps)
(cheerful orchestral music)