03x19 - Flashback

[bunniefuu]

Oh, golly, I left it at
home in the rack.

I'm sorry.

Rebecca, a lady does not say golly.

Yes, ma'am.

Now watch for Bryant Park.

You must not miss it.

Yes, Aunt Martha.

And you must not take up with strangers, Rebecca.

Pardon me, I heard you say your niece is
getting off at Bryant Park.

I'm getting off there, too, so I'd be very happy
to... No one was speaking to you, young man.

Well, I just thought maybe I could be of some help.

My name is Douglas, Stephen Douglas.

Rebecca, I told you to carry that umbrella.

It has a good, sharp point.

Maybe this will help.

You see, I'm a father.

I have three sons.

Mike, Robbie, and Chip.

I wouldn't trust any one of them.

Well, the youngest one is only nine.

Mike's 19 and Robbie's 16.

I'm 16, too.

Young ladies do not discuss their private
lives with strangers, Rebecca.

You know, Rebecca, you remind me of someone.

Someone I knew a long time ago.

Well, there's the bus.

Smooth talker.

Watch him.

Get your suitcase.

Watch for Bryant Park.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, mind your Aunt Agatha.

I will.

Don't worry about her.

I'll take care of her.

Thank you.

So I sat down in the back of the bus,
and she sat next to me.

Said she trusted me and apologized for her aunt.

Just a sweet, old-fashioned girl.

Very refreshing.

Why you didn't like fresh girls, Dad?

I didn't say fresh, Chip.

I said refreshing.

There's a difference.

Sweet and old-fashioned.

Sounds like a creep to me.

Well, Robbie, what you call a creep is
what we used to call a lady.

Rebecca.

Rebecca Holly.

That was her name.

Rebecca Holly.

Boy, now, there was a name for you.

I know a dog named Rebecca.

Rebecca is a sweet, old-fashioned name, Rob.

A beagle.

Well, it just fits her.

Rebecca doesn't fit this dog.

She's a he.

You know, it's a pleasure to meet a girl
with nice manners for a change.

Rebecca's got good manners.

She can sit up and speak and shake hands.

That's the nicest thing I ever heard you
say about a girl, Chip.

She's a dog.

Well, they can't all be beautiful.

I got to run, Dad.

That's Corky.

Who?

Corky Pilzer.

You know, it's Corky Pilzer's sister.

Oh.

She's picking you up?

Well, it was her idea, Dad, not mine.

She's way out.

Corky says that as long as women fought to
win equality with men, they might as well use it.

Like a phone-in-a-guy-for-a-dater or
carrying his books if she wants to.

I see.

Besides, it's her car.

Robbie, if she's such a believer in equality, have
her come to the door and pick you up like a gentleman.

I mean, like a...

Well, anyway, have her come to the door.

I'd like to meet her.

Hey, Corky, come on in.

Hey, Dad, have you ever seen a girl jump
over a car door without opening it?

Hiya, Rob.

Hi, Corky.

Dad, this is Corky.

Hi, Mr. Douglas.

Hello, Corky.

Robbie says you're a big g*n in outer space.

Welcome back to the mad group of Earth people.

Well, thank you.

The Earth is a nice place to visit.

I wouldn't want to live here, though.

Hey, your dad's as cute as you are, Rob.

Maybe cuter.

Cool it.

I beg your pardon?

Sit down.

Oh.

Hi, Corky.

You, uh, going formal tonight?

Hi, Mike, yeah.

The invitation said shoes.

Hey, what's with the literary binge?

There's a full moon going to waste.

Well, Robbie has that reserved.

I didn't want to cut in.

Hi, Corky.

Hiya, Bub!

I love you.

I don't blame you.

Okay, let's blast off.

So long, Mr. Douglas.

See you in orbit.

Goodbye.

Corky, would you try to get Robbie home at
a reasonable hour?

Don't you worry about Rob, Mr. Douglas.

Whatever happened to nice, quiet courtship?

They've got a new thing called instant courtship.

It seems kids nowadays miss an awful lot.

Well, maybe that's the way they like it, Dad.

They don't know any better, Mike.

There used to be something so romantic about calling on
a girl, taking her a box of candy or a bouquet of flowers.

I remember when I was Robbie's age,
there was a girl named Sarah.

Belle Thompson.

She...

That's who Rebecca reminded me of.

Bub, where are those old high school yearbooks of mine?

Are they over here?

I think Robbie filed them away under ancient history.

That's where they belong.

No.

Here we are.

Sarah Belle Thompson.

I just thought of her.

Here we are.

Rebecca's a dead ringer for her.

Rebecca looks like that?

She's all camouflaged.

Well, at least we knew they were girls, Mike.

I think I'll go and take a walk.

A walk?

Yes, it's an old custom, Mike.

It's a hangover from the dark ages.

Anybody want to go along?

Oh, no, thanks, Dad.

I've got to finish a book report.

I'll go with you, Dad.

Well, sure, I'd like to have you go,
but it's almost your bedtime.

How about you, Buzz?

I'll go along with you, Steve.

Ah, bloomer isn't walking.

Kind of takes you back, doesn't it?

I'm not so sure I want to go back.

Yeah, it's funny how meeting someone like
Rebecca can bring back so many memories.

Yeah, I met the plumber this morning and he
reminded me that we hadn't paid this month's bill.

Yeah, once you start thinking back, even this old
theater reminds me of one I used to go to when I was a kid.

Had an old-fashioned electric sign like this.

Yeah.

Greta Garbo and Frederick March.

How many actresses are out like Garbo these days, Bub?

I wouldn't know.

That was before my time.

Oh, sure.

I must have been about Robbie's age when I
saw Garbo and Anna Karenina.

Hey, uh, Sarah Bell?

Hello, Steve.

Where are you going?

Well, our gym class has permission to
rehearse here during the day.

Oh, I, uh, watched you, uh, rehearse at school yesterday.

Oh, you didn't.

I was wearing that awful gym outfit.

You're the only girl in the world that can
look pretty in bloomers.

You wasn't.

Well, Sarah Bell, you know, all of a
sudden, well, you're all grown up.

Enough so you'll stop throwing rocks at me?

I'll say.

Hey, Sarah Bell, how would you like to see
this picture with me Saturday night?

I've never seen Garbo.

I've never seen Garbo before, and they say
she's the bee's knees.

Well, I have to ask my mother first.

You see, this would be my first real date.

Gosh, really?

I hope you don't mind.

Oh, heck no.

Other boys have asked me before.

It's just that I wanted to save my first
date for someone as worldly as you.

Well, you know, you won't have to worry with me.

Hey, not a nice girl like you.

I know, Steve.

I think you're the bee's knees.

Bye, sir, Bill.

Bye.

Yeah, 16 was a wonderful age, Bub.

Any age is wonderful.

As long as you're young.

I remember we had a little park like this back home.

Yeah.

There was even a fish pond very much like this.

Yeah.

It's kind of a favorite spot for all of us
kids to come and...

Maybe do a little spooning, huh?

Yeah.

Make a wish with a kiss, throw a penny to the fish.

Yeah, they make things easy for kids nowadays.

Remember, we used to throw pennies, too.

I.

Had a wonderful evening.

That gorgeous movie and that fabulous chocolate phosphate.

I'll never forget tonight.

Neither will I.

Aren't those fish beautiful?

Oh, they look kind of miserable to me.

Do they?

Why?

Well, they're waiting for a penny.

Penny?

Yeah, you see, when you come to a wishing well
with a girl, you're supposed to throw them a penny.

And then with every penny, I'm supposed to get a kiss.

From the fish?

No, no, from you.

Don't you think a girl should wait until
she's 16 to be kissed?

Oh, no, not a modern, up-to-date girl like you, believe me.

Oh, Colleen, we can't disappoint those fish.

You know, they buy fish food with those pennies.

Do you have a penny?

I don't know, should I have some?

Yeah.

Stephen Douglas, you must have a dozen of them.

No, no, no, they just kind of collect.

Don't you dare kiss me!

Well, why not, Sarah?

Not until April.

I'll be 16 then.

I can't imagine Corky Pilzer pushing
Robbie into a fish pond.

What's that, Steve?

Oh, I was just thinking about it.

All right, let's go, hmm?

Yeah, I guess we'd better.

Mr. Douglas?

Hello.

I hope I didn't startle you.

No, no, it's just that, well, I didn't
expect to see you here.

Well, my Aunt Agatha lives right over there, and it
was such a beautiful night, I decided to take a walk.

Rebecca, this is Bub O'Casey, the boy's grandfather.

Bub, this is Rebecca Holly.

How do you do, Mr. O'Casey?

Hello, Rebecca.

I saw your picture with Mr. Douglas' three boys.

Yeah, everybody thinks I'm one of his kids.

Do you have a bit of popcorn?

No, thank you.

Well, Rebecca, are you enjoying your stay in our fair city?

Oh, yes.

I'm out if they took me sightseeing and we
went to the museum and the art gallery.

And tomorrow we're going to a church tea.

Oh, yeah.

How's Robbie?

Robbie's fine.

Well, I guess I'd better be going now.

I promised I'd be right back.

It was nice meeting you.

Bye.

Goodbye, Rebecca.

Just amazing.

Sarah Bell Thompson all over again.

What a sweet girl.

Yeah, I didn't know they made them like that anymore.

I wish Robbie could meet her.

Just to see what it's like to know an old-fashioned girl.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I won't do it.

I'm not a Guinea pig.

Now, listen, Charlie, it's not gonna k*ll
you to take this Rebecca out one night.

Well, I won't.

I'm not gonna louse up a whole Saturday night
with a dumb, corny, clunky... You stay out of this.

Look, Rob, she couldn't be too bad.

Dad thinks she's okay.

Do it for your dad.

Bob, what's it to Dad?

He just wants you to go out with the kind
of a girl he used to date.

The kooky kind.

Chip, go feed tr*mp.

He's already been fed.

Well, then take him for a walk.

You're a troublemaker.

Rob, it'd really please Dad if you just
took this Rebecca out once.

Just once.

Now, I'd go out with her if she was my age.

But Corky would clobber me.

You know darn well your dad would do it for you.

Well, anyway, I can't.

I don't have her number.

Well, I know where she lives, and we can
get it from information.

Okay.

This one's for Dad.

Rob?

What are you going to do tonight?

I mean, what are your plans?

Oh, I'll think of something, Dad.

Well, why don't you take her to a movie?

A movie?

Oh, that's a wonderful idea, Dad.

Why don't you take her to an old movie?

There's a Greta Garbo picture playing down at the Triangle.

Who?

Greta Garbo.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, wonderful.

And then maybe after the movie, you
can take her for a walk in the park, huh?

A walk in the park.

Boy, that's a real gasser, Dad.

I can hardly wait.

I'll tell you, Rob, just remember one thing.

Rebecca isn't like, well, Corky or a lot
of the girls you've known.

She's, well, she's old-fashioned.

She's a lady.

You know what I'm trying to say.

Yeah, I think so, Dad.

Well, have a good time, Rob.

You got money, huh?

Yeah.

And don't worry, Dad.

She's never been safer in her whole life.

He doesn't seem too eager about this,
but just wait till he meets Rebecca.

Then he'll find out what young girls used to be like.

I saw.

Your picture.

I knew what to expect.

So did I.

These are for you.

Oh, how thoughtful.

Oh, it's nothing.

Listen, I'd invite you in, but Aunt Agatha
retires early, and I don't want to wake her up.

No, I wasn't planning anything loud.

I'm sorry.

Then you're not planning what I'm planning.

Oh, nice.

Oh, what a beautiful evening.

What a night I want to live.

I feel free.

Well, this is my very first date.

My very first date.

No kidding.

Move them up!

Head them up!

Well, uh, what would you like to do?

Tonight, I want to live.

What did you have in mind?

What did I have in mind?

Who needs music?

Oh, we better be.

Going home, Rebecca.

At 10.30?

At 10.30?

No kidding.

Oh, boy, I gotta get home.

Why?

Well, if I'm not in by 11, it's curtains.

I don't believe it.

Honest, Rebecca.

Every night, my dad lines us all up, from Bub
right on down to Chip, and then he calls Roll.

And if anyone is late, get in.

Get in.

He's at it.

We have a half an hour yet.

Let's not waste time talking.

Oh, doggone it.

I just remembered it's Saturday night, and
I have to be in by 10.30 on Saturday night.

I know a shortcut, hon.

What shortcut?

Through the park.

The park?

You wouldn't want to go through the park, Rebecca.

It's awfully dark there, and you'd be awfully scared.

Right.

Robbie, I have plans for you.

Why don't we talk about them when we get
home, okay, Rebecca?

Home?

Yeah.

You're a long way from home.

See that sign?

Make a wish with a kiss, throw a penny to the fish.

They'd probably rather have worms.

You know, I've, uh, I've never been kissed in my life.

And, uh, here I am, 16.

There's really not much to it.

In fact, you might not even like it, Rebecca.

I'll let you know.

You might as well take my word for it.

I don't even have any pennies,
and boy, that would really be bad luck.

I have some.

That ought to hold.

I'll have those little fish for a while.

It'll be forever before I get out again.

Just the same.

You better wait.

Oh, don't be afraid, Robbie.

I'll be gentle.

Oh, Robbie, my first date, and I had to pick an adolescent.

Don't worry, Rebecca.

I'll be as good as new.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You better go home.

You might catch a cold.

Robbie?

Yeah?

Robbie?

Thanks anyway.

I have to go to work this evening.

I'm glad, Rebecca.

Real glad.

I'm glad.

Rob, I, uh, saw your wet clothes down.

I saw them in the kitchen.

What happened?

I did as you told me.

I took Rebecca for a walk in the park.

And, uh, well, you know that old fish pond?

Yeah.

Well, I, uh, I fell in.

You fell in?

Robbie, I, uh, I told you Rebecca was a lady.

Yeah, that's right, Dad.

She sure is.

I guess I just, uh, lost my head.

She's such a good girl.

Just like Sarah Bell Thompson.

I hope you didn't frighten her too much.

No.

Well, I don't think I did.

She said it was a nice evening.

Oh.

Was that before, or?

After you, uh, fell in the fish pond.

After.

Oh, that's good.

Aside from that, did you, uh, have a good time?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I wouldn't have missed it for anything, Dad.

Now, thanks.

Now I've met an old-fashioned girl.

They sure were, uh, were different.

That's what I told you, Robbie.

Yeah.

Good night, son.

Good night, Dad.

Good night.

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it's a plane, it's not Superman,

it's My Favorite Martian.

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