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I still don't see why you want to ruin this dress.

I'm not going to ruin it.

I just want you to shorten it.

They're wearing them short this year.

Okay, I'll shorten it.

All right.

Viv, I don't want you to cut it!

I just want you to turn the hem up.

They might be wearing 'em long next year.

Turn that big hem up?

It'll be up under your chin.

Oh, come on, now, Viv, do it for me.

I fixed yours the way you wanted it... skintight.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, boy, I sure want to wow 'em

at the country club tomorrow night.

Lucille, would you mind sitting this dance out?

Come on, come on, slow down, girl.

I'm sorry. I'm so excited about the dance.

Every eligible bachelor in town will be there.

Yup, all two of 'em.

Come on, now. You know you're just as excited

about this dance as I am.

Uh-huh.

You know, it's gonna be a really fancy do.

They're having a buffet and a reception line.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

And they're even having a doorman announce the people.

- Mm-hmm. - Ma?

- Yes, dear? - The guys want to know what time

next Sunday morning.

Oh.

Time for what Sunday morning?

Don't you remember?

Well, sort of.

Gee whiz. It's Sitting Bull Day for the Indian Braves.

You're supposed to take the whole tribe

out to the fairgrounds.

Oh. Oh, oh.

Uh, 9:00, dear.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Forgot?

How could anybody forget Sitting Bull's birthday?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Viv.

I've been so excited about this dance,

I've been neglecting my kids.

I completely forgot about Jerry's Indian outing.

Lucy, you've been to ten tribal functions this month.

Even a real Indian could forget one.

Isn't this hem too low?

No, the hem isn't too low.

Your ankles are too high.

Mother?

Yeah, dear.

Don't worry if I'm not home for lunch.

Oh, okay. Got a skating date?

Well, not exactly.

I'm going skating by myself.

Alone? Why no date?

Because I broke up with Wendell.

- Who's Wendell? - Who's Wendell?!

Mother, Wendell is the boy I was going steady with

for three whole days!

Oh, Viv, this is ter...

I'm a terrible mother.

I didn't even know about Wendell.

Lucy, don't feel bad, honey.

It's easier to keep track of the French presidents

than it is a teenager's boyfriends.

Well, it worries me.

Chris and I are getting farther and farther apart.

Oh, now, you still fit in lots of her clothes.

No. Come on, now. Be serious.

I hardly do anything for Chris anymore.

You do, too.

Name one thing I do for her.

Well, you send her to the store a lot.

See what I mean?

And she's at such a critical age.

Gee, it seems like overnight,

she took her fingers out of her mouth

and stuck 'em in a telephone dial.

So she's growing up.

Well, it's not that simple.

I-I've just got to start doing more things with Chris.

Now, what more can you do?

Well, for one thing,

I-I could have gone roller-skating with her.

Roller-skating?!

By golly, that's just what I'm going to do.

I'm going down to Carlisle's sporting goods store

and buy some skates.

Now, listen, Lucy. Mr. Mooney said

if he caught you buying one more luxury item,

he was going to kill you.

Oh, Mr. Mooney. And he's not going to catch me.

All I'm gonna buy is skates, and those are a necessity

if it's gonna bring me any closer

to my daughter.

Come on, get me out of this.

- Oh, Lucy, this is so silly. - Come on, zip it.

You don't know how to skate.

Well, it'll all come...

You haven't been on a pair of skates

- for years and years and years. - Never mind.

Never mind, Viv. It'll all come back to me.

Oh, it'll all come back to you.

Yeah, I'll practice a little before I go with Chris.

You better practice a little.

Come on, let's get going.

Okay, wait till I fix my hair.

Oh, come on, Viv.

You're not gonna worry about your hair.

I am not going to go downtown

with all these curlers in my hair.

No one is going to see you but Mr. Carlisle,

and he's 80 years old.

Yeah, but he's one of the two eligible bachelors

in this town.

Viv, for heaven's sake.

Oh, Lucy, single women can go down.

- I'm looking for a husband. - Oh.

Married women don't dare go d... Oh...

Why I had to come all the way downtown with you

just so you could buy a pair of skates.

I have other shopping to do.

Oh, Viv, just stay with me for a few moments,

and then you can do your other shopping.

- Okay. - Just don't let me buy anything

but a pair of skates, that's all.

Oh, I will do my best.

Mr. Carlisle?

Mr. Carlisle?

May I help you?

Oh, you're not Mr. Carlisle.

Not unless there's a fountain of youth behind that curtain.

No, I'm Walter Kendricks.

Mr. Carlisle's out to lunch.

May I help you?

Oh, uh, you mean you work here?

Yes, Mr. Carlisle has just hired me.

Well, if you work here, uh, you must live here in town.

That's right.

Uh, well, how does your wife like it here in Danfield?

I'm not married.

- Bingo! - Bingo!

You want a bingo set.

- No, no. - No, no, no, no, bingo set, no.

No, I'd like a pair of roller skates...

Indoor roller skates.

All right, I'll show you what I have.

"You don't have to take the curlers out of your hair."

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Well, I thought we looked all right

to come to a sporting goods store.

We do. We both look like Yogi Berra.

How is this for style?

Oh, that's just fine.

Now, what size do you take?

Uh, five and a half.

You know you take an eight.

I will get my foot into a five and a half.

What are you going to do with your toes,

carry them in your pocket?

Never mind.

Would you follow me, please?

Oh, would I.

I'm the one buying the skates.

I just want to watch.

Let's try these.

It seems tight.

Oh, no, it's-it's fine, it's fine.

Really, Mrs...?

Uh, uh, Carmichael.

But you-you can call me by my first name: Lucy.

My name's Vivian.

But you can call me Viv.

You can call me anything.

Anytime.

Doesn't that seem a bit tight?

No, it's fine.

What makes you think it's tight?

For one thing, I can't get the shoehorn out.

Oh, well, well, once you get the shoehorn out, it'll be fine.

You know, someone with feet as nice as yours

should be sure and get a good fit.

Oh, really?

Well, of course.

In Europe, long, slender feet like yours

are a sign of great beauty.

I wear a nine.

Double X.

She stamps out fires.

Let's try another pair.

I want to take special care to see that you get a good fit.

Oh, thank you.

Viv. Viv.

Huh?

Haven't you got some other shopping to do?

Yes, I have.

Right here.

I've suddenly gotten terribly interested in sporting goods.

Besides, honey, I want to stay right here with you

and see that you get a good fit.

How much is it, Walter?

That's, uh, $59.60 for you, Lucy.

And $8.50 for you, Viv.

You sure are a good adder, Walt.

- Charge it. - All right.

Mine, too.

I'll get your other packages.

Okay.

Oh, boy, were you ridiculous, buying all those silly things

just so you could talk a little longer to Walter.

I was ridiculous?

You're the one that bought the three beanbags

and the polo whip.

Well, you never can tell when you might want to whip a polo.

There you are.

Well, thank you.

Well, uh, don't forget, uh, the dance tomorrow night.

You'll be there?

Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Especially if both you ladies will be there.

Yeah, we'll be there.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye, Walter. - Bye, Walter.

So long. Bye.

- Viv. - What?

- Mr. Mooney! - Mr. Mooney?!

If he sees me with this stuff, he'll clobber me.

And he'll use me for the club.

- Oh, we gotta hide. - Gotta hide...

- Where, where, Lucy? - Come here.

He's coming.

Hello? Anybody here?

Yes, sir, may I help you?

Oh, yes, I'm having a shotgun repaired,

and some compressed air cartridges

put in my inflatable boat.

Oh, yes, you're Mr., uh...?

- Mooney, Theodore J., yes. - Ah, yes, Mr. Mooney.

Your boat is all ready for you, sir.

I put in a new cartridge and I fixed the release for you.

Oh, good. Thank you.

Now, your shotgun's been repaired, but it will take me

a little while to assemble it.

Well, that's all right. I'm in no hurry.

You just take your time. I'll browse.

Yes, sir.

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All right, Mrs. Carmichael.

How'd you know it was me?

Smokey the Bear told me.

And I see you have Bullwinkle with you.

That's a pretty sneaky way to catch us.

You know we're both susceptible to a mating call.

What are you doing in this store?

I wasn't buying anything; I was just window-shopping.

Oh, well, the last time you went window-shopping,

you bought everything, including the window!

- Well, not this time. - Oh, she's just looking this time,

- just looking around. - Yeah, just looking and dreaming

of a time I'd have my allowance again.

Yeah, w-we got to go.

- See you. - Bye, bye.

Ladies.

Don't forget your packages.

Mrs. Carmichael, you have been on another buying spree.

No, I haven't.

Why must you go through a store

like a shark through a school of herring?!

Well, I really... I'll see you later.

Oh, no, no, don't! Don't! Don't pull that!

Get it back into place...

I don't know!

Come on, let's get out of here.

- Aunt Viv. - Yeah?

Where's Mom?

Uh, she's out.

She'll be back pretty soon.

Oh, has she got a surprise for you.

Ooh, what kind?

Now, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?

- Chrissy. - Yeah?

Give me a bite of your cake.

I thought you were on a diet.

Only during meals.

Now, come on, Chrissy, just one bite of that cake.

Uh-uh, you can't have it.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Audrey.

No, she isn't here.

She's out roller-skating.

Yes, roller-skating.

I know, she thought she and Chrissy were doing a...

Audrey, there's some...

Some of those kids are throwing rocks at the door again.

I'll see you at the dance, huh?

Okay, yeah, tonight.

Okay, bye-bye.

If you throw one more rock at that door,

I'm gonna tell your mother and your father.

I have to...

What happened?

Everything.

Why have you got your skates on?

Because I couldn't get 'em off.

My feet are so swollen.

So is everything else.

Oh, I was silly to try this.

Oh, it didn't all come back to you, huh?

No, nothing came back to me but the falling.

Where does it hurt, honey?

Name it, it hurts.

My arm hurts, my leg hurts, my ankle hurts.

Oh, and, boy, does that hurt.

Wait a minute, I'll fix you some pillows, honey.

How did you get home?!

I drove home.

Boy, you haven't lived till you shifted gears in roller skates.

Oh, honey.

You shouldn't have driven.

Well, what else could I do?

I couldn't stand still in one place long enough to hitchhike.

Here.

Bend down, now sit.

Aah!

- Oh... - Lucy...

Oh, boy.

How'd you like the new roller-skating rink?

I hear it's beautiful.

I wouldn't know.

All I saw was the ceiling.

I crashed into everything there was there,

including the popcorn machine.

Poor little thing.

Come on, let's get those skates off.

Oh, be careful, be careful.

My feet are very unhappy.

Oh, I'll bet they are.

You know, when you get these tight shoes off,

your ankles are going to swell up like balloons.

I know.

Oh, Lucy, it'll be days

before you can squeeze your feet back into shoes again.

Hold it.

Why?

No shoes, no dance tonight.

So?

No dance, no Walter Kendricks.

Oh, that's right.

Oh, you poor little thing.

You're going to have to miss the dance.

Hold it, I'm not missing anything.

So long as I keep these shoes nice and tight,

it'll keep the swelling down.

Well, you certainly can't go to a dance with skates on.

Well, I can't go with shoes on.

Well, you certainly can't go with skates on.

What'll the people say when they see 'em?

What'll you say to them?

Will you say, uh, "I happened to be in the neighborhood,

so I just sort of rolled in"?

Hold it.

I'm not going to say anything,

because they're not going to see 'em.

What do you mean by that?

Did you take up the hem on my dress?

Certainly I took it up.

Well, lower it.

Mr. and Mrs. Tom Baldridge.

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Maurer.

Mrs. Lucille Carmichael.

Good evening, Mr. Mooney.

Well, Mrs. Carmichael, that was quite an entrance.

Even for you.

Well-Well, I have on some new shoes,

and they're rather slippery.

New shoes... How much did they cost?

Oh, Mr. Mooney, can't you forget about business

even for one night?

For heaven's sake.

Where's Mrs. Mooney tonight?

Oh, she couldn't attend.

She had to go to a karate class.

I didn't know that she was taking karate.

I didn't either until the other morning at breakfast.

She chopped me.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll go to the buffet table.

I'm a buffet buff, you know?

Mrs. Vivian Bagley.

Hello. Vivian. Vivian. Vivian.

Hello, Mr. Mooney.

Why didn't you wait for me?

How did I know it was downhill

all the way from the parking lot?

Have you seen Walter Kendricks?

I came in here so fast, I didn't see anybody.

Oh.

Listen, let me, let me lean on you, will ya, Viv?

Okay. Hi, there.

Oh, there's Walter.

Where?! Where?!

Warn me before you move!

Hello, Walter.

Excuse me.

Hi, Walter.

- Hello, Vivian. - Hi.

- Hello, Lucy. - Hello, Walter.

How about a glass of punch? Can I bring you some?

Oh, I'll go with you.

Oh, that would be...

How about you, Lucy?

Well, no, I'll stay here with the pole.

I mean, I'll stay here by the pole.

I'll just stay here.

- That's nice. Come on, Walter, let's go. - All right.

I don't really like to eat at night, but a buffet...

Ooh, what do we got? What do we have, huh?

Oh, look at the wheat bread.

Oh, look at the ravioli and ham

and all of that marvelous st...

I thought I would join you after all.

Say, why don't we have something to eat

while it's not so crowded?

Oh, that's a good idea, yes.

Yes. Oh! Everything looks so wonderful.

Here you are, Lucy.

I think I'd like some meatballs,

and, oh, and a little piece of that ham and some...

pickles.

Oh, you're a wonderful dancer, Walter.

Oh, Lucy, Walter is the most wonderful dancer!

How about a dance, Lucy? You haven't danced all evening.

Oh, well, thank you, Walter, but I'm really not in the mood.

Can I bring you a cup of punch?

Oh, that would be nice.

- All right. Excuse me. - Thank you.

Do you have to dance

every dance with him?!

Oh, don't be such a sorehead.

I've only danced five dances with him.

Some pal you are.

Just because you know I can't dance, you're monopolizing him.

Oh, okay, I'll find somebody else to dance with,

and you can sit this one out with him, all right?

- Thank you. - All right.

Uh, Mr. Mooney? Mr. Mooney?

Would you like to dance?

Why, yes.

Do you know someone?

I meant me.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

You don't mind?

Waiter, would you help me up, please?

Of course.

Thank you.

Oh, waiter!

Be careful! Careful!

- Look out! - Make room for her!

Oh!

Look out! Look out!

I've decided to dance.

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