Splendor in the Grass

- Bud. - Deanie, please.

Bud, I'm afraid.

Oh, Bud.

- Don't, Bud. - Deanie.

No. We mustn't, Bud.

No. No.

Bud, don't be mad.

I'd better take you home.

We've had enough kissing for tonight.

Deanie.

Has Bud left?

Yes, Mom.

Oh, there's wonderful news tonight.

The Stamper oil stocks-- Drink your milk. --went up 14 points today.

Think of it, honey.

That means if we sold those stocks we'd make $15,000.

Maybe we can even send you away to college next year.

Well, we're not going to sell.

Your father says that everyone at the Elks says...

...that the stocks are going up even higher.

Mmm. Didn't Bud say anything about it tonight?

He doesn't know anything about his father's business, Mom.

Oh. Hmm.

He doesn't care about that.

What were you and Bud doing all this time, for heaven's sake?

We were studying together.

I'm going to bed, Mom. I'm awfully tired.

Deanie?

Now, Wilma Dean.

Deanie.

I wanna talk to you.

Now, Wilma Dean, Bud Stamper could get you into a whole lot of trouble.

And you know how I mean.

Boys don't respect a girl they can go all the way with.

Boys want a nice girl for a wife.

Wilma Dean, you and Bud haven't gone too far already, have you?

No, Mother.

Tell me the truth, Wilma Dean.

No, Mom, we haven't gone too far.

That's a relief. That's a relief.

- Mom? - Mm-hm?

Is it so terrible to have those feelings about a boy?

No nice girl does.

- Doesn't she? - No. No nice girl.

But, Mom, didn't you ever...?

Well, I mean, didn't you ever feel that way about Dad?

Your father never laid a hand on me until we were married.

And then I-- Well, I just gave in because a wife has to.

A woman doesn't enjoy those things the way a man does.

She just lets her husband...

...come near her in order to have children.

Deanie, what's troubling you?

Oh, nothing, Mom.

I'm just tired.

I wanna go to bed now.

Now, Deanie...

...you tell Bud Stamper to bring you home earlier after this...

...especially on school nights.

Good night, sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Night.

My sandwich.

Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

- Del. Del. - Huh? Something wrong?

Wilma Dean and the Stamper boy are in love.

- They're in love, I tell you, Del. - Go back to sleep, Mama.

He'd be the catch of a lifetime, Del.

Put it right in there.

I hope we bring in a gusher for you every day, boss.

Take it, that's yours.

- Hold it, hold it. - That's yours, go on, take it.

- Boss, Bud's here. Here's Bud, boss. - Come on in here, my boy.

Bud, your old man's gonna get us in trouble with our wives.

We're gonna go home smelling like brew...

...and they're gonna wonder where we got it.

- They're gonna want some too. - Get something to eat, son.

- I gotta go up to bed. - Wait a minute, son. I wanna talk to you.

You men go on, entertain yourselves. I wanna have a few words with my boy.

Murph, have some more venison. You don't get meat like that every day.

They don't make that home brew like that anymore, huh?

This is a pretty late hour for a boy keeping football training, isn't it?

Come on here. I wanna talk to you, son.

You're the captain of the team, son. Those other boys look up to you.

You gotta run with the ball.

I wasn't much older than you, Bud, when I fell off that crown block...

...and I hit that rig floor.

And my running days was long gone.

So....

So you doing the running for both of us now, boy.

- I wanted talk to you-- - I brought in a well today.

She's flowing over a hundred barrels an hour. Our stocks are going way up.

Big Eastern companies, they beginning to sit up and take notice of us.

Them damn people are really beginning to take notice of us.

- You been out with the little Loomis girl? - Yes, sir.

You watching yourself with her now, ain't you, son?

You not doing anything, boy, you gonna be ashamed of, are you?

No, sir. I--

She's a nice kid, son. She's a good-looker.

I've known her folks ever since-- Well, old Del and I were boys together.

I got nothing against them, Bud, because they're poor.

I'm not a snob or anything like that.

The only difference between me and Del is that I got ambition.

Ha, ha. Hey, Dad, I--

But if anything was to happen, you'd have to marry her.

You'd have to marry her, son. You realize that, don't you?

You get a girl in trouble, boy, and you gotta take the consequences.

- Dad, I'm not-- - Sit down. Well, sit down.

- Well, I wanna talk to you about-- - Sit down, Bud.

I wanna talk to you about some stuff-- -All right, lay it on me.

Come on, lay it on me. Lay it on me. Attaboy.

There you go. Lay it on me. Lay it on now. That's great.

- Lick like a bear. We got a future, boy. - Yeah.

You and me, we got a future.

The first thing we gonna do, we gonna get you an education.

Four years at Yale. Can I tell you a secret, Bud?

- I'll tell you a secret, son. Come here. - What's that?

My company is gonna merge with one of those big Eastern companies.

I'm gonna put you in there. I'm gonna put you in there, boy.

- I'm lining up a future for you, boy. - I've been thinking about some--

There ain't nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you, boy.

There's nothing I wouldn't do, if you do right.

If you do right, Bud.

Now, don't disappoint me, son.

Don't disappoint me, boy.

God knows I've had one disappointment already.

- She asleep? - Yes, finally.

- Is sis back? - Hello, Bud.

Your mother brought her home from Chicago a little while ago.

- Welcome home, Mom. - It was a miserable trip, just miserable.

How's Deanie?

I don't know.

I'm gonna go to bed, Dad.

I'm going to bed too, but I'm afraid I won't sleep a wink.

Yeah, you go to bed, son. Got a football game to win tomorrow.

Bud?

I got all my hopes pinned on you now, boy.

How you men getting on in there?

Well, you certainly spoiled that girl.

First you send her off to finishing school--

- Here you go. - Thank you, Bea.

She breaks all the rules and they kick her out.

Then you send her off to university. She goes hog-wild and flunks all her courses.

Then you had to learn your lesson all over again, didn't you?

Let her go off to art school in a wild place like Chicago.

She gets tied up with some cake eater...

...gets her into trouble just so he can marry her.

- But your lawyer got it annulled. - You're damn right, I got it annulled.

When I made it perfectly clear to Mr. Cake-Eater...

...that I was gonna cut off her allowance, he backed out in a hurry.

Well, she's just a headstrong little flapper.

But I'm gonna keep her home here and teach her a little discipline.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna keep that young lady home, teach her a little discipline.

If you think I'm going to stay here in the godforsaken town...

...and have people laugh at me and gossip, you've got another thing coming.

I'll really give them something to gossip about.

- Why, sister, you're up so early. - I can't sleep in this house.

I'm going to California and live with Aunt Blossom and study art.

Art who?

- Welcome home, Miss Virginia. - Phoebe.

I hate it here. I'm a freak in this town.

Everybody stares at me like I was something out of a carnival.

Because you peroxide your hair and paint your face like an Indian.

Morning, everybody.

- Hey, how are you? - Just great.

He's gonna make me stay home a whole year just to punish me.

There aren't any more schools left that will have you.

Ginny, there's nothing so distasteful about being at home--

This is the ugliest place in the whole world.

Everywhere you look, there's an oil well.

I'll bet you'd drill for a well in the dining room.

Damn right I would, if I thought there was any oil under there.

I'll see you later.

How do you want your eggs, Bud darling?

Hey, you come back here and eat a decent breakfast.

You have a good breakfast.

You come on back here, boy.

You can't play a football game on a breakfast like that.

Oh, dear, neither of my children gets any real nourishment.

- Hi. - Hey, want a peach?

What? Don't. Bud, don't.

You.

Hi, Bud. Hi, Deanie.

- Hey, Bud. - Hi.

Hey, Deanie.

Hey, Bud. Bud.

Hi.

- Hi, Deanie. - Hi.

- Hi, Deanie. - Hello.

Hi, Bud.

Hi, Juanita.

Hey.

Wilma Dean, hereafter I shall count you tardy...

...if you are not in your seat when the bell rings.

I'm sorry, Miss Metcalf.

Alan, please.

All right.

Now, for the first few weeks we have been reading...

...the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

Now, the literature of the age was characterized by...?

All right, Alan.