All language subtitles for The all american girl 1973

Oh, my mother, say, can you
see what she's doing to me?

Pour it, pour it, hallelujah.

Oh, say can you see what she's doing to me?

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

Oh, say can you see what she's doing to me?

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

Oh say can you see what she's doing to me?

For sake and you'll see what you do

Have a spooky day, dear.

Bye.

I wish I knew where the time was
going. I began to feel like an old woman.

Oh, Mom, don't be silly.
Why are you still young? Look

at your figure. I know girls
my own age should envy you.

Well, I certainly wish your
father would notice more often.

Maybe you need to dress a little
more sexually. You know, maybe

down nightie or a cut-out
bra or an overall or no panties.

Debbie, really, you haven't
been dressing like that, have you?

No, Mom.

And you and Bobby, you haven't.

No, Mom.

Now, just remember, it's different after
you're married. Before I married your father,

I was no wallflower, but just the same,
I didn't go beyond necking and petting.

I only say that to remind
you because you've never

given me a moment's
worry about that sort of thing.

And I never will, Mom dear.

Now, don't ruin your appetite for dinner.

I won't.

Dear Diary, only one more day to
go and school's over for this year.

The only trouble is,
Bobby's going to be gone all

summer, working with the
Peace Corps in Guatemala.

I guess he's going to help
combat poverty and all that.

But I wish he was staying here
instead. I need him so much.

I'll be going to his
graduation Friday night,

and then Saturday night we'll
be saying goodbye to each other.

He leaves the next day.

When he comes back we'll be engaged,

but I don't know what I'll
do without him until then.

I wish we could go all
the way next Saturday,

but I've promised myself we
won't do that until we're married.

I won't even undress completely
in front of a man until then.

Almost completely, but never completely.

It's a strange code, I
guess, but it's my code.

God, I get so excited just
thinking about Saturday night.

I can feel myself get hot all over.

Take it easy, Tiger. You've got all night.

I don't know how I'll stand it in
that hot country and can't see you.

You've got my picture, haven't you?

Yeah, but it's not the same.

Can you see me on a
Saturday night looking at

your picture and being
happy with just that?

Sure I can.

You look at it and get all
excited and pretend I'm there

and the next thing you
know I'll be as good as there.

Yeah, very funny.

I'll get us some cokes.
We better cool off a

bit or we'll burn up
before the night's over.

Gosh, you're gorgeous tonight, Debbie.

Oh, Debbie, I've got to have you.

Poor Bobby, am I teasing you? You
know I'm not really that kind of girl.

Well, then why can't we...

You know very well why,
and why not, Bobby Morrison.

I'm your girl. We've agreed
we're gonna get married.

I want it to be perfect for us, lover.

No worries about... well, you
know, or having to rush things.

I want the works, slow and
taking time, in our own bed.

On our honeymoon.
That's why not now, Bobby.

Because it'll be so wonderful for us later.

Oh, yes, I know. But, Debbie,
oh, honey, just this one time.

Don't you know how I feel?

Uh-huh, and I feel the same way.

But if I gave in, you'd
never respect me again.

And neither of us would
have the fun we both have

every right to expect
when we do get married.

You understand, don't you, Bobby?

Well, I'm trying, but for some...

Poor darling. I know it's awful
for you, just like it is for me.

But I promise you won't go any
mad. Honest and truly, Bobby.

Well, then why can't we...

Shh. No more talk.

Just do what Debbie wants and
says, then we'll both have fun.

Hell Deb I told you we both have fun
but without that yes Debbie and let me

have my own way remember this has to
last me three months too and a girl gets

just as horny as a guy Oh hand me
your handkerchief huh your handkerchief

Now I'm going to make you
happy so you won't forget your girl.

Now lean back and relax.

Stretch out.

Just do as I say.

If you want to, sweetie, you can do me too.

But don't move, hmm?

Debbie, do you know it's nearly midnight?

Oh, Mom, you're still up?

I was getting worried about you, honey.

I was just saying goodbye
to Bobby Morrison.

He leaves for Guatemala in the morning.

Oh, yes, he's such a nice boy.

Oh, he sure is.

Baby, I wonder if you'd
do something for me.

Sure, Mom. What is it?

Mark and Grace Goodman,
our neighbors across the hall,

are going to be out of town for a few days,

and they wanted to know if you could
babysit for them while they're gone.

Babysit? Johnny Goodman's 14.

Well, he's going to summer school,

and they thought it would be
nice if someone dependable

looked in on him every now and then.

Think you could?

No sweat, except he's
sort of a sissy, isn't he?

Now, Deborah, he's a very
sweet boy, a little shy, maybe.

His mother says he's afraid
of girls, so you be kind to him.

I will, except I always thought
he was some kind of creep.

You know, always going around
with his nose stuck in some book.

He's just very studious, that's all.

Oh, and Grace gave me $10 for
you and the key to the apartment.

Now, Johnny does not like
television, but he likes to read.

So maybe you can read something to him.

Or something. You'll think of something.

For $10, I'll sure try.

Say, Mom, how well do
you know the Goodmans?

Well enough to know
they're very nice people.

Mark wrote a best-selling novel.

And now he's public relations
director of Pacific Trust.

But I mean, well, Mark and Grace
seem kind of cool toward each other.

I mean, they don't try to show it, but...

Well, she is rather dignified.

A loose, I suppose. But I
wouldn't go reading anything into it.

Now, come on. Let's get some sleep.

I wonder if they're making love tonight.

Debbie!

Just a thought, Mom.

Mark for heaven's
sakes it's late. You

know, we have to get
a few hours go to sleep

Grace, sweetheart

This is a much better
way to get to sleep

than to lie here with
your mind full of ideas

Yes, it is

Honey don't be that way. I

Love you. I

Know mark, but you pick
the damnedest times. Can't

you just lie there and
cuddle and go to sleep?

I

Don't know what's gotten into you

Every time I start showing
affection you act as if I were

Insulting you

Mark be reasonable. We
have to get up in about five

hours. So can't you just
be an angel and go to sleep?

All right, damn it

But don't be surprised if you
wake up one morning and find

that your husband is having
himself a little fling on the side

I

Don't know what you're talking about

But you'll be surprised if you
wake up one night and find

that your husband is having
himself a little fling on the side

Well, I guess I've got to say
that Johnny gets up on time.

Johnny?

Johnny Goodman?

Johnny?

Johnny? It's Debra Collins
from next door. Are you up yet?

Debbie?

Yes, can I come in?

But today, I gotta see
you get to school on time.

So, come on.

Hey, come on. As long as
you're in here, I can't get up.

Why?

Well, uh...

Don't you like me?

Sure, you're nice and everything.

But please Debbie, I'll get up. I promise.

Alright.

I'll fix you some breakfast.
What would you like?

Some scrambled eggs,
some toast, some orange juice?

Yeah.

All of them?

Uh, eggs. I mean
cereal. I mean eggs. I

mean toast. I mean, I
mean cereal. I mean...

Leave it to me. I'll
have it waiting. But

don't go back to bed
or I'll be in after you.

And tonight I'll come over and help
you with your homework, if that's okay.

Yeah, yeah.

It's been a pleasant week after all.

I think I misjudged Johnny Goodman.

Sure, he's shy and blushes
a lot, but he's a nice kid.

I help him with his
homework, and he always

thanks me and asks me
if he can give me a Coke.

I learned he wrote
poetry, and he made me a

promise not to laugh
if he read some to me.

So I promised.

The poems were kind of cute.

Actually, Johnny's only problem is,
he's never had an experience with a girl.

But I'm going to remedy that very soon now.

As a matter of fact, I told him I'd come
over tonight and cook him some dinner.

So I'm going to dress my
sexiest and go over and give him

a few extracurricular lessons
on what a girl is all about.

I haven't really had any fun like
that since Bobby went to Guatemala.

Of course, Johnny isn't ready to go
all the way, and I wouldn't think of it.

But I know how to have fun anyway.

Johnny?

Johnny?

Deborah, excuse me.

I didn't think anybody was here.

Oh, it's alright Mr. Goodman.
I was looking for Johnny.

Oh yes, well Johnny's
grandmother in San

Francisco all of a
sudden wanted to see him.

He'll be back tomorrow night.

And I had to come back on a business.

I see.

Well, Johnny tells me he's
getting along fine with you.

He thinks you're a very pretty girl.

He's a very nice boy, Mr. Goodman.

Oh, about coming in. I was
going to fix Johnny some

supper, but if you'd like
me to fix you some instead.

You know, Debra, that
sounds like a terrific idea.

I've got some steaks in the
freezer. Can you make a salad?

Sure, that's my specialty.

Fine, why don't you start
on it while I get dressed.

Don't bother, I like you the way you are.

Debra.

There, that didn't take long, now did it?

No, it didn't.

Want to watch TV or something?

Not TV.

Let's get comfy then.

I could lie down and go to sleep right now.

Go to sleep?

A good host is supposed
to entertain his guests.

You can't do it.

Don't be so distant, Mark.

Come over here and relax.

What do you do for a living, Mark?

Public relations for a bank.

And writing on the side.

What kind of writing?

Books.

But we don't talk about them around here.

Well, I know you had a bestseller.

That was just one.

But I write other books, too.

Aren't you ashamed of them?

No, not at all.

But my wife wouldn't approve of them.

And they're sort of...

well...

pretty strong.

You mean sexy, don't you?

Yes.

You know, Debra...

you're a very unusual girl.

I don't know quite what to make of you.

Would you like to know?

Young lady...

you don't have to put on
a seductive act with me.

I think you're very attractive.

Also much too young.

And I happen to be married.

I noticed you didn't say
happily married, though, Mark.

Well, let's leave that subject
off the agenda, shall we?

I need a cigarette.

Me, too.

Since when do you smoke?

I'm not going to contribute
to the delinquency of a minor.

But I want to be a
delinquent with you, Mark.

Debra Collins, when was the
last time you were spanked?

Not since I was ten.

But go ahead if you want to.

I know you'd die to touch me.

Don't try me too far, Debra.

I thought you were going to
call me Debbie, Mark, honey.

And quit calling me that.

I think you'd better go home.

Well, I don't.

All right, you asked for it.

Go ahead, Mark, darling. I dare you.

You gonna behave now?

We'll see about that.

I'm sorry Debbie, but you had it coming.

Punish me Lance for being naughty.

I'll just have to be more darling.

We can't. If I got you
in trouble, they'd...

There's other ways of having fun,
darling. Don't make me go, please.

All right. Let's see what ways you mean.

I backmark, likewise. Let me do the work.

Let me make you more comfy, Mark.

You're beautiful.

I want to see you too, Debbie.

Alright.

I want to see your breasts.

No, Mark.

But as long as I don't
have to completely undo it,

which I promise only to do for my husband,

and as long as you won't make me pregnant,

I'll try anything.

All right.

Let's play a little game of mine, shall we?

What have we got down here?

Where's your place?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Just don't stop.

Johnny, I just came by to pick
up the book I forgot the other day.

Debra, what are you doing here?

I came by to pick up a
book. I forgot it the other day.

Oh, I see. What time is it?

Almost one, Mrs. Goodman.

Can I get you something?
A cup of coffee, maybe?

Oh, this terrible headache. I feel awful.

I'll fix you a cold orange juice.

That sounds sweet.

I'll get it for you now, Mrs. Goodman.

Thank you, Deborah.

Oh, that's much better.

Oh, but this headache.

Even the aspirin didn't seem to help.

I noticed she has some of the napkins.

Maybe if I give you a
massage, it would help relax you.

All right.

It's sweet of you to be
so thoughtful, Deborah.

That feels good.

Just relax, Mrs. Goodman,
and I'll make you feel very good.

You could get a job as
an assist. You'll marvel.

I haven't even begun, Mrs. Gilliam.

Is that better, Mrs. Goodman?

Oh, yes, dear. That's wonderful.

But do keep on.

Oh, don't stop. Please go on.

Sure.

What if I take off my hat?

I'm getting a little bit...

That is more comfy.

How's that, Mrs. Goodman?

Oh, that's heavenly, dear.

But you've only done half.

I'll roll over, that is,
if you're not too tired.

No, not at all.

I had no idea you were so lovely, Deborah.

Thank you, Miss. Good night.

I've never had such a wonderful rubdown.

May I give you one when you're finished?

If you want to, Mrs. Gould.

Oh, yes, I do. Very much.

All right. When I've finished.

Now it's your turn.

Don't dress tiny and stretch out.

Let me help you.

Stand up, dear.

Lie down.

Nice?

I'd be glad to.

Good. Look, here's 20 bucks.

Oh, no, Mark. You don't have to pay me.

Well, you might want to buy
some groceries for him and yourself.

Look, maybe if I'm lucky,
I'll finish it by next Saturday.

In which case, I'll phone you and have you
down to the hotel for dinner and dancing.

Beautiful. I'd love to.

Wish me luck on the book.

What's it going to be about?

A cute teenager like you, Debbie.

You're kidding.

No, as a matter of fact,
you gave me the idea.

Look in on Johnny before supper, would you?

Okay.

See you next Saturday.

So long.

How is the hamburger?

Fine.

How are you feeling?

I'm better already.

I've still got the sniffles though.

Here, blow hard.

Want me to read to you tonight?

Sure, but not one of those
sappy old storybooks Dad left.

What then?

One of his own books, that's what.

What do you know about your dad's books?

More than Mom does, I can tell you that.

She doesn't know he writes paperback
books with lots and lots of sex, but I do.

Why, you little devil, how'd you find out?

He came to tuck me in one
night and had one in his hand.

He left it on the
bed so I got up and

turned on the lights
and read it real quick.

There was this girl in it who took
off all her clothes on stage and...

I can guess.

Hey Debbie, you better
go now, it's time for my bath.

Why don't you take a shower?

I'll give it to you, to make
sure you don't catch a cold.

Oh my gosh!

No Debbie, I can take care of myself.

I'm supposed to take care of
you and that's what I'm going to do.

You treat me like a baby, Debbie.

I suppose you think you're already a man.

Well, I'm not a baby.

Alright, you're not a baby, so be a
good boy and let me give you a shower.

You mean when I haven't got any clothes on?

I'm just doing what a nurse
would do if you had one.

Don't you think girls
know what fellas look like?

Sure, but I don't know what you look like.

That's not the same thing at all.

Now be a good boy and let me tend to you,
or I'll tell your dad you're being naughty.

Uh, alright.

You look a bit dizzy.

Yeah, but don't worry.

That's it.

Easy now, John.

Easy.

Okay, Johnny, take off your PJs.

I'm fine. Bye.

You're silly. I'll help you.

Down at the bottom.

Here.

Why, Johnny, you're a much
bigger boy than I thought you were.

Why, you're a man.

I can't help it, Debbie. It's you.

Me?

It's the... those clothes you're wearing.

Those tight pants. They're awfully sexy.

You aren't mad, are you, Debbie?

No, not at all.

It hurts, Debbie. If you'd
go away, I'd make it stop.

No, Johnny, I'm not gonna let you do that.

It's naughty, and you know it.

Then what are you gonna do, Debbie?

Johnny, how long have
you been noticing girls?

A while, I guess.

And what do you do at night
to... to make it stop hurting?

I... oh, gosh.

Johnny, I'm not making fun of you. Truly.

I think it's moralless at
your age to be such a man.

Honest, I do.

Tell me, how long have you been doing it?

A... a couple of years, I guess.

Ever... ever since we moved
here and... and I saw you.

Me? You mean you've got a crush on me?

Why, I think that's
sweet. Truly, I do, honey.

And then at night, when
you're alone, you think about me,

and it begins to hurt. Is that right?

Why, I think you're a perfect man,

and I'm going to give
you a big kiss for that,

and I won't ever tell a soul.

It'll be our secret.

Look at me, honey.

Johnny, you've never
touched a girl before, have you?

I bet you've never even seen one.

But just this once, because I like you,

and because you're a growing boy,

I'm going to show you.

But don't touch until I tell you,

or it'll spoil everything.

Okay?

These are my breasts. Do you like them?

Do you know what a woman's
breasts are for, Johnny?

They provide the milk for the newborn baby.

This is the nipple, and
the milk comes out of here.

Would you like to touch it?

Go on.

Pretend you're a baby. Suck on the nipple.

No, Johnny, no, Johnny,
that's enough, that's enough!

You haven't seen the best part yet.

Do you know what this is, Johnny?

Why don't you get down low
so you can get a better look?

This is my vagina.

This is where you put your
penis to make it stop hurting.

Can I? Can I, Debbie?

No, Johnny. Not until you're older.

But you must be hurting very badly by now.

It hurts terribly. I've got to.

No. Your dream girl's
going to take care of that.

Lie down, Johnny. Lie down on the floor.

Close your eyes and
dream that this is happening.

I'm going to show you some of
the ways a girl can give you fun.

But remember, this is only a dream.

Someday you'll have them with your
own girl and you won't be dreaming.

Are you ready?

Ah, yes, please Debbie.

Isn't it better than doing it yourself?

Oh, God yes, Debbie, yes.

Then it's the artist's way.

And then there's Johnny Vs. Swag.

Hello? Hello, Debbie. Well, I finished it.

Your book? That's marvelous. And
it's not bad either, if I do say so myself.

So, I'm ready to take
you out on the town

if you still want to go.
Dinner and dancing?

I'd love to. Have you got
something to wear? You bet I do.

And wear something sexy.
That's an order. Yes, master.

Master, huh? That's
not a bad idea. Tonight

you'll be my slave
and do whatever I wish.

Yes, master. I think it ought to
be fun. I'll be here promptly at six.

See you then, master.

You're ten minutes late.

I'm sorry, Master.

Lateness is a punishable offense.

Please forgive me, sir.

I'm afraid it can't be overlooked.

I'm going to have to handcuff you.

Sir?

Turn around, please.

With your hands behind you.

There. You remain that way
for the rest of the evening.

And perhaps later if you behave.

We can go dancing?

Yes. But you must be
hungry now, I know I am.

But sir...

I'm afraid you'll have to be
spoon-fed just like a baby.

I'll call room service.

Gee, Mom, I thought...

Ah, slaves speak only when spoken to.

You don't want any
further punishment, do you?

No, sir.

All right, then sit down.

Hello, room service? This
is Mr. Goodman in room 419.

I'd like to order two steak dinners
and a bottle of your best champagne.

Yes, thank you.

Stand up, slave.

Very nice, very nice indeed.

You smell good too.

I like slaves to smell good.

Oh, my dear slave, you don't
seem to be wearing any panties.

No, sir, did you want me to?

No, I like you this way.

I don't think we should let the
waiter in a little game do you?

I don't know sir. Well let's not.

Come in.

Evening folks.

Crazy little bracelet you got
there, George Rapp give it to you?

Here's George Rapp.

Thank you, sir.

Like some champagne, Sluke?

To tonight in celebration and
in gratitude to you Debbie.

You little slave girl.

Yes.

I do.

For that.

Mmm, a vintage year.

Well, perhaps you'd be more
comfortable without so much clothing on.

We don't want to spoil your dress.

Mmm, a forward little slave.

I think I'd better sample
the hors d'oeuvres.

I'll cut your meat for you.

Well, go ahead and eat, dear.

I'm afraid I can't look
after you every moment.

You'll have to manage the best you can.

But, sir, my hands are tied.

Yes, I know. But you have a mouth.

Dogs and cats don't use silverware.

And you think you can do without it?

There you are.

Time for dessert.

Do you know what I want?

I have an idea, Master.

Let's go to the bed.

Let's make you more presentable.

Let's take your dress off.

Oh, but sir, I have to
leave something on you.

You know my coat.

Oh, I forgot.

Well, we'll let you keep
your pretty necklace on.

Thank you, doctor.

Have you ever been bound?

Bound sir?

Stretch out your arms and legs.

All the way.

Dear Diary, Bobby comes
home tonight. I can't wait.

Have I got a few things to show him.

I just hope he picked
up a little experience

with girls while he was
down there in Guatemala.

But, if he didn't, I don't
mind being his teacher.

As a matter of fact...

Feathers? Feathers? Are
you crazy? I need a coke.

A coke? Bobby Morse,
are you still drinking cokes?

Don't they serve anything
stronger in Guatemala?

Debbie, what's gotten
into you? First it's...

And now it's feathers.

The next thing you know, you
want me to go to an orgy with you.

Would you?

Debbie, gosh almighty, we're
gonna be married in three months.

I know. It's such an
awful long time, isn't it?

Bobby, let's go to bed.

What did you say?

I said let's go to bed.

Why are you scared?

But you said not until we're married.

I know I did love him, but
that was four months ago.

I'm like you now. I can't wait.

And I've missed you so much. It's been
such a long, dull summer without you.

I want you to make love to me, Bobby.

My God.

Let's go to your room.

Gosh, you're gorgeous, Debbie.

You've really grown up.

I was always grown up.

Now let's see if you
will kick off my goals.

So much poppy.

Thank you.

Dear Diary, everything's
all right now. Bob

and I have made love
and soon we'll be married.

Soon we'll sleep
together every night and I'll

teach him every way I
know how to have fun.

After we've thought
of everything, then I'll

teach him about the
handcuffs and the feather

and the blindfold and
when that gets done we'll

go on from there. I've
got all kinds of ideas.

I wonder what it would be like with three
people or four like Mark or Grace Goodman.

And then there's all
kinds of different costumes

and corsets and devices
and leather and rubber.

It could go on forever.
It's going to be so

groovy. I mean
variety is a spice of life.

After all, I'm only 16.

Well, time to quit now. I'm going
over to Bobby's to watch television.

A girlfriend of his is going to be over
there too. Maybe we can all have some fun.

Just in case, I think I'll
take along the handcuffs.