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] Wilma Dean
: Bud... Bud
: Deanie, please... Wilma Dean
: Bud, I'm afraid. Oh, Bud... don't, Bud. Bud
: Deanie... Wilma Dean
: No... we mustn't, Bud... no... no...
[he gets out of the car
] Wilma Dean
: Bud, don't be mad. Bud
: I better take you home.
] Wilma Dean
] Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower, we will grieve not; rather find strength in what remains behind.
: No, mom! I'm not spoiled! I'm not spoiled mom! I'm just as fresh and virginal like the day I was born, mom!
: My pride? My pride? I don't want my pride!
: Didn't you ever feel that way about Dad? Mrs. Loomis
: Your father never laid a hand on me until we were married. Then I... 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, you're a nice girl. Wilma Dean
: I'm not. I'm not a nice girl.
: Now, what do you think the poet means by this line ? Deanie Loomis. Wilma Dean
: I'm sorry, Miss Metcalf. I... I didn't hear the question. Miss Metcalf
: Well, I know it's Spring, Deanie, but I must ask you to pay more attention. I quoted some lines from Wordsworth's Ode on Intimations of Immortality, Deanie. Did you hear them ? Wilma Dean
: I'm afraid not Miss Metcalf. Miss Metcalf
: Well, then I must ask to turn your text to page 380... Wilma Dean
: Yes. Miss Metcalf
: You read the lines to me. Stand, please. Wilma Dean
: "Though nothing can bring back the hour/Of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower/We will grieve not. Rather find/Strengh in what remains behind..." Miss Metcalf
: Now, perhaps you can tell me exactly what the poet means by such expressions as "Splendor in the grass" and "Glory in the Flower". Wilma Dean
: Well, I think it have some... Miss Metcalf
: Yes ? Wilma Dean
: Well, when we're young, we looks at thing very idealistically I guess. And I think Woodsworth means that... that when we're grow-up... then, we have to... forget the ideals of youth... and find strength... Miss Metcalf, may I please be...?
: Hi, sweetheart. Wilma Dean
: I suppose you wish I was more like Juanita Howard, don't you ? Bud
: What ? Wilma Dean
: I saw the way you were looking at her. I think she's disgraceful. Well, she stand there waiting for the... Bud
: Now wait a minute, wait a minute. There is no reason in the world why I shouldn't see her. Wilma Dean
: Then why were you speaking to her... Bud
: What ? You think I'm not suppose to notice her ? It's that what you expect out of me ? I'm not even suppose to know girls like that exist, eh ? Wilma Dean
: Bud, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bud, honest. Bud
: All right, you're sorry. Wilma Dean
: Oh Bud, please don't be mad ! Bud
: I'm not mad, Deanie. Wilma Dean
: Oh Bud, Bud, I just can't stand when you're mad at me... Bud
: Oh, Deanie I don't know the matter with me lately. I always lose my temper. You're the only girl in the world for me, don't you know that, Deanie ?
: Is it so terrible to have those feelings about a boy? Mrs. Loomis
: No nice girl does.