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: You mean he doesn't know about us? Helen North
: Well, of course he does, darling! Jean North
: All of us? Colleen North
: Oh, Mother, that's so romantic! You lied to him! Helen North
: I did not lie to him! I just didn't have the nerve to tell him the whole truth! Colleen North
: Mmm, I understand! No man wants a liaison with a woman with eight children! Janette North
: What's a liaison? Colleen North
: An affair. Janette North
: That's what I thought. Jean North
: Me too.
: [getting ready for her date with Frank
] Good heavens! What did you do to this dress? Colleen North
: Oh, Mother, it was practically an antique! Janette North
: We just shortened it a little. Helen North
: A little? I look like a teeny-bopper! Janette North
: What's wrong with that? Helen North
: I can't go out like this! Jean North
: Why not? Your legs are better than mine.
: Larry says he'll never speak to me again unless I grow up. He says that I'm being ridiculous and I don't love him, but I do love him. Am I being ridiculous? Frank Beardsley
: You're not being ridiculous. Colleen North
: Well, do all the other girls, like Larry says? And am I just being old-fashioned? Frank Beardsley
: The same idiots were passing the same rumors when I was your age, but if all the girls did, how come I always ended up with the ones who didn't? Colleen North
: But it's all different now! Frank Beardsley
: I don't know, they wrote Fanny Hill in 1742 and they haven't found anything new since. Veronica Beardsley
: Who's Fanny Hill? Frank Beardsley
: Go to bed, that's who Fanny Hill is.
: [Helen is about to have a baby
] I know this is a terrible time to talk about it, but Larry says... Frank Beardsley
: I've got a message for Larry. You tell him this is what it's all about. This is the real happening. If you want to know what love really is, take a look around you. Helen North
: What are you two talking about? Frank Beardsley
: Take a good look at your mother. Helen North
: Not now! Frank Beardsley
: Yes, now.
] Frank Beardsley
: It's giving life that counts. Until you're ready for it, all the rest is just a big fraud. All the crazy haircuts in the world won't keep it turning. Life isn't a love in, it's the dishes and the orthodontist and the shoe repairman and... ground round instead of roast beef. And I'll tell you something else: it isn't going to a bed with a man that proves you're in love with him; it's getting up in the morning and facing the drab, miserable, wonderful everyday world with him that counts.
[Leaving the house, they say good-bye to the little kids
] Frank Beardsley
: I suppose having 19 kids is carrying it a bit too far, but if we had it to do over who would we skip... you? Helen North
: [getting into the car
] Thank you, Frank. I never quite knew how to explain it to her. Frank Beardsley
: If we don't get you to the hospital fast, the rest of it's going to be explained right here!