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[dog barking]

[glass shattering]

[Jacqueline] In her endless war to provide

incentives for the students to improve their grades,

Sister Bertrille persuaded the dashing Carlos Ramirez to award a prize

to the boy and girl who, during the year, achieved the highest marks.

Why do you suppose they want to see us?

Well, it's the contest, that's what it is. We've won it.

Well, I won't be accepting the prize.

What's the matter with a day in town and dinner at the captain's cabin?

He doesn't want to be with 2 homely kids like us.

Sister Bertrille made him do it.

[Reverend Mother] Yes, children. Come in.

Señor Ramirez, this is Bridgett Faulkner and Joel Bascomb.

How do you do?

Bridgett, Joel,

I'm happy to announce you're the winners of the contest.

[Bertrille] Well, what do you two think of that?

I'm grateful to the gentleman,

but I can't afford to be wasting my valuable time on frivolity.

Now, I-I'd better be getting back to the frog I'm dissecting.

Thank you all the same.

Bridgett?

Señor Ramirez, I--I-- I am sure that Bridgett did not intend to be rude.

Well, at least we still have Joel.

Uh, if she doesn't have the time, neither do I.

Um, thanks all the same.

Uh, Joel.

Well, another time, perhaps. I'll be running along.

Now Carlos, don't be angry. I'll talk to them. They'll go.

It's just that Bridgett is so shy.

Especially around you.

You see, you're a very romantic figure

to all the young girls around here.

You represent a kind of sophistication and worldliness.

[Bertrille] Actually, she's aching to go but just afraid to say so.

It'd be the best thing in the world for her. It's just what she needs,

a little fun, a little excitement.

So, we'll meet you at 10:00 tomorrow morning sharp, right?

Well, I don't know. But I--I have a feeling

you're all much smarter than I am.

Good day, Señor Ramirez.

Phew. That was close.

Sophistication and worldliness. Was that, uh...

Not a bit thick?

So is Linguini.

What's Linguini got to do with anything?

It happens to be the specialty of the house at the captain's cabin.

You think I'm gonna miss that?

[people chattering]

[Jacqueline] After hours of persuasion,

the 2 scholars agreed to accept the prize.

But as it turned out, the only good thing about the day

was that Sister Bertrille finally had her fill of Linguini.

♪[band playing] Mmm-hmm.

Mmm.

[Bertrille] Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh, look what's happening.

Joel, aren't you going to ask Bridgett to dance?

Of course he's not!

Because he doesn't know how.

And I don't know how.

And even if he knew how, he wouldn't be asking me.

Why not?

[Joel] She doesn't think she's pretty, that's why.

[Bertrille] Oh, well, that's nonsense.

Beauty isn't just something on the outside. It's on the inside as well,

and that's where it really counts, huh, Carlos?

Yeah? Oh--oh, definitely.

Would you dance with me, Bridgett?

If you're trying to make me an object of ridicule,

I'll thank you to save your breath. But I'm not.

Look, I've done everything you wanted me to do all day, haven't I?

Slogging through the institute of marine biology,

dragging through the museum of natural history, 2 libraries.

Can't you do something I want to do?

Yes, Bridgett. It's only fair.

Oh, all right, sister. If it'll make you happy.

I hope your toes are immuned from pain.

You just follow me. I'll worry about my toes.

You see? How easy it is?

Oh, I'm no good at it. I'm sitting down. Oh, come on.

I didn't know the Irish were quitters.

And what kind of an English remark is that? Well, are they?

I don't know why you'd want to dance with me when you know someone like her.

She's beautiful.

You don't miss much, do you?

Not when you're ugly.

Oh, when she was your age, she wore braces,

she was skinny, and she used to cry herself to sleep every night

because she thought she was ugly.

Oh, what happened? Well, she came out of her cocoon.

And you can, too,

if you make the most of your best features.

You have a lovely smile.

That's better.

[Carlos] Now, come on.

Stop hiding your light under a bushel.

Uh, I have a stomach ache. I feel yellow-greenish.

You look all right.

I may throw up.

Don't you dare. Sir? Yes, sister.

Would you tell Señor Ramirez to bring the young lady home

as soon as she's finished her dessert? Sure.

Oh, but shouldn't Bridgett come with us?

Well, she's having too good of a time. Why spoil it?

[sighing]

My father loved to dance.

He could dance the best jig of all the fishermen in Ireland.

Now, aren't you just a little bit prejudiced?

Oh, no. 'Tis the truth,

lying not being one of my sins.

Oh, he was a grand one.

He put them all to shame, he did.

[sighing] That's what he missed most when we came here.

Jigging on the Sunday and the old tunes.

"Bridgett," he said, "I can't leave you much in the way of this world's goods.

"For that I'm sorry.

"But you're an enterprising little fish, with a quick mind and a good heart.

"And you'll get on, you will.

[Bridgett] Go to the sisters, they'll help you."

So, after he died,

I knocked on the door and I said, "I am Bridgett Faulkner.

"And let me in, for I'm an enterprising little fish in need of an education,

and I'll do cleaning and mending to get it."

What time would it be?

I don't know. I lost my watch.

It's 9:00, miss.

Oh, glory. Sister'll be having a tipperary fit.

Come on, we've got to get out of here. Sure.

[crickets chirping]

It's been an evening with royalty, is what it's been.

And I thank you for it.

Don't thank me. You won it as a prize.

Oh, but not the dancin' lesson. That was extra.

And I have no money or possessions, so I can't be paying you.

Have you ever had an Irish blessing?

No.

[Bridgett] Do you want one?

You should at least have one in your lifetime.

Yes, I think you ought.

Is it a fair exchange?

Well, if I said yes,

how would it go?

Brace yourself, for it's coming at you.

I am braced.

May the road rise to meet you.

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face.

The rain, fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again, may god hold you in the palm of his hand.

Good night, little fish.

Oh, I know I'm late.

But don't give me a scolding. Not tonight.

Don't spoil the most beautiful day a Galway girl ever had.

What's the matter with your hand? Oh, he kissed it.

He raised it up and he kissed the back of it,

like I was a grand lady in a castle.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Well, here's the wet mud you wanted.

What are you gonna do? Run a soil test?

Oh, don't be stupid.

I'm giving myself a mud pack.

Sister, can I speak to you? Shoot.

Um, I--I mean, if I were to tell you something,

you wouldn't tell a certain person I told you, would you?

If it's gossip, I don't want to hear it.

Uh, this isn't gossip. It's just that I'm worried about Bridgett.

Bridgett? Why?

Well, she's been acting odd lately and not working on her paper.

It has to be turned in by Monday, or else she won't get her scholarship.

I just thought I'd tell you for her own good.

No, Joel's right. She's lost her concentration. Now look at this test.

She put Los Angeles in Arizona and St. Louis in Arkansas.

[knocking on door]

[sighing]

[Jacqueline] Sister,

[crickets chirping]

Look.

She's flown the coop.

[Bertrille] Look at this.

Oh, you don't suppose she's--

I'll be back later.

♪[music playing]

Oh, no, no, no. What I am trying to say-- good night.

I'm trying to say, you will have to show me your driver's license.

And I'm saying it's not myself that's wanting to get inside.

It's this package for Señor Ramirez.

Now, will you be giving it to him?

Yes, miss.

A young lady left this for you.

"Dear Carlos, this is my heart ticking for you."

Hmm. That's nice.

♪[watch chiming]

Carlos, the watch belonged to her father.

It was the only thing he managed to leave her.

He won it in a contest or something. Jigging on the Sunday?

I had no idea it was from Bridgett. Please take it back.

And humiliate her? Good grief.

Well, you think of something, sister.

I need a $5 watch, like I need a broken ski.

Oh, you and your fatal charm. Did you have to lay it on so thick?

I--I mean, it's so easy for you. It just comes bubbling out.

But, this time, you--you bubbled on the wrong girl.

All right, all right, it was my fault.

Now the point is, how do we get out of this?

Well, you're going to have to talk to her.

That's it. Take her to lunch tomorrow.

Explain the differences in your ages. Can't you tell her?

Carlos, it has to come from you. You're the one she has the crush on.

But I have a lunch date tomorrow.

Carlos,

this girl stands to win a scholarship to St. Patrick's College in Dublin.

But she has to have her thesis finished and in the mail by Monday

else she's automatically disqualified.

Today she put Los Angeles in Arizona because of you.

[sighing]

Carlos.

Lunch tomorrow?

I think I can.

Your office?

I'll be there.

Goodbye.

Ok, goodbye.

Hello, Carlos. I'm not late, am I?

Bridgett?

Is that you?

How do I look?

Is my light out from under the bushel?

You better come in.

Sit down, please.

Is something the matter?

Uh, yes.

Bridgett, my world and your world

are not the same world.

Or could they ever be.

Can you understand that?

What would you be trying to say?

Well...

[sighing]

What I'm trying to say is,

you're a young girl and I'm, uh, much older than you are.

Now your life is ahead of you. Mine is mostly behind me.

Oh, but I don't mind.

I'll make you young again. No, please.

W-What you're really trying to say is

that you don't like me. Is that it?

[sighs]

No, no, it's not that. It's not that at all.

It's that, uh, I have a problem and, uh, Sister Bertrille--

Carlos, darling, I took the chance--

am I intruding?

Candy, this is Bridgett Faulkner, a friend from the convent.

This is Candy Cain. Hi, Bridgett.

I got your message canceling our lunch, but I decided to drop by anyway,

[candy] Just in case you got rid of your little problem.

Oh, he's gotten rid of it, Miss Cain. Don't worry, I'm going.

Oh, and I'll be having my timepiece back.

[sighing]

And don't you be dearing me.

You never liked me.

You never liked me at all.

It was just pity. Sister put you up to it.

Well, I don't want any pity from you. Ever!

And did you have to say "convent"?

[door closing]

Obviously, I said something wrong.

No, it's just that I didn't say anything right.

Well, maybe it's for the best.

I better phone in the results.

[knocking on door]

Whoever it is, I'll thank you to go away.

Goodness, it's like a tomb in here.

I'm dead, aren't I?

Bridgett, if I said I was sorry,

could we discuss this like reasonable human beings?

I have nothing to say to you, sister.

Would you talk to Carlos?

He doesn't want to talk to me.

On the contrary. He's-- he's giving a party tomorrow night for his niece,

and I'm sure he'd love for you to be there.

I'll have none of his pity.

Oh, for Pete's sake, Bridgett, Carlos doesn't pity you. He likes you. He really does.

Why, he gave you his friendship for free. It didn't cost you anything.

And you were the one that went jumping off the deep end

with the mud packs and the mini skirts.

Who told you about the mud packs?

Oh, bucktooth did, didn't he?

If any of you had any common decency, you'd just leave me alone.

Uh, Bridgett, I-- I don't want any pity from you either.

Still mad, isn't she?

I'm afraid so.

It's all that Carlos Ramirez's fault.

Teaching her how to dance with her eyes closed. Good grief.

Joel, why did you tell me about her neglecting her papers in the first place?

Well, I wish I hadn't.

Why was it so important to you?

Because, well...

I thought if she could get into, uh, St. Patrick's College...

I could get in, too. That way we could be together.

I mean, after all, we're only 2 years apart.

You really care a lot about her, don't you?

Why don't you tell her how you feel and what you did and why?

Then she'd really hate me. Well, at least you could give it a try.

No, gosh, I couldn't. I wouldn't know how to start.

Why don't you start by giving her one of your seashells to complete her collection?

Like that--that big pink one she likes.

Yeah.

Any luck with Bridgett?

Mmm-hmm, keep your fingers crossed. I think I'm on the right track.

[birds chirping]

Uh, Bridgett?

And what will you be wanting?

Uh, this shell.

I know you don't have one like it, and I have 2.

So I thought you might like it to fill out your collection.

Sister sent you out here with this, didn't she?

Uh, if you hold it to your ear, you can hear waves.

Oh, just keep it and leave me be.

Uh, Bridgett, I've got something to say.

Joel Bascomb, if you don't-- and I'm going to get it off my chest

no matter how Irish and mad you get.

I was the one who told sister about your goofing off.

That's how it all got started, so don't get mad at her.

[Bridgett] What did you do it for?

I was jealous, I guess.

Jealous?

Of me? Who could be?

Me could be. I mean, I kind of like you.

[sighing]

I don't believe you. You're just saying it to make me feel better.

Oh, gosh, I mean it. I really do, Bridgett.

[Joel] I've always liked you.

I mean, the other kids are Ok. You and I are different.

We like the same things.

There's nobody in the world, except you. At least for me.

Well, now I've said it, you've got every right to hate me.

I hate myself.

[Bridgett] Oh, Joel? What?

If Carlos had a party tomorrow night, would you be going?

No. Well, why not?

Who'd want to go with me? I can't dance, and I've got buckteeth.

I'd go with you. That's what I--

you would?

Well, that is if you still mean it about the shell.

Here.

[Joel laughing]

I was just saying a prayer, Reverend Mother.

And it looks like it was answered.

Oh, gosh, I've got to tell Carlos he's giving a party tomorrow night.

A party? Excuse me, Reverend Mother.

♪[music playing]

To the weekend.

Mmm.

It's really true, isn't it?

You and I, alone, together, on your yacht.

Wild turtles couldn't tear us apart.

Sunbathing, fishing, horsing around.

[knocking on door]

Oh, no. What is it?

A wild turtle. Huh?

Excuse me. I hope I'm not interrupting anything,

but, uh, Carlos, could you give a party tomorrow night for your niece?

No, he can't. He's going to be horsing around with me on his yacht.

Aren't you, Carlos, darling? Darling,

in these little situations with Sister Bertrille, I learned not to fight it.

Just to join in.

It really won't be any problem? No.

♪[band playing] Have fun.

Hi, there.

Hi. Hi. You're late.

I was trying to make it up to candy. It's not going to be easy.

How is everything going?

Oh, I stepped on your foot again. I'm quitting.

Oh, no. Don't be a quitter.

Just relax, and listen to the music.

Maybe if I closed my eyes. Just close your mouth,

'cause the light's reflecting on your teeth.

Now that wasn't so hard, was it? I can dance.

Joel Bascomb, son of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bascomb d'assise,

can actually, positively dance.

Why don't you ask Janet for the next one?

I think I will.

You better find Bridgett and get started.

I don't know what to say.

I feel like a school boy. [Bridgett] Carlos.

Hello, Bridgett. It's a lovely party,

and I'm having such a rare, good time.

Would you like to dance with me?

Well, I would like that very much.

You know, I should be very angry with you.

Running out on our lunch date.

It was a terrible tantrum, it was.

It's what all little girls get into.

And what are you now? A young lady.

More than that.

A smart young lady?

Mmm-mmm, still more. A smart and beautiful young lady.

[Carlos] Remember that.

Joel, look out! Open your eyes!

[crashing]

[end credits]

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