03x14 - Going Steady

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Yes, you will.

Mr.

Douglas, there's someone to see you.

Mrs. Francis.

Oh, no.

Well, have her come in.

Oh, Miss Farley, come here.

Shut the door.

Look, ask her to come in, but then after she's here a
couple of minutes, you come in and announce somebody.

Who?

Well, anybody.

Just make up a name.

Oh, all right, Mr. Douglas.

I understand.

Mrs. Francis?

Mr. Douglas?

Yes, Mrs. Francis.

Yes.

Linda's mother?

Yes.

Where?

Mr. Douglas, I've been thinking about that
phone call yesterday, and I must have

sounded like a mother alligator defending her young.

Well, I will say you sounded concerned.

I was.

In fact, I am.

I wouldn't have come to see you, but, well,
you see, I'm raising Linda single-handed, and...

Yes, Robbie told me you were.

Well, I thought perhaps if we joined
forces, we might have a better chance.

I see.

Well, I'm glad you stopped by.

Now, mind you, I have nothing at all against Robbie.

He's charming and a perfect gentleman.

Well, that's what Robbie said about Linda.

The charming part, I mean.

I don't want to pull rank on Linda,
but I have to do something.

Now, maybe the two of us could surround him.

Well, I think that's a wonderful idea.

Now, what is your plan of attack?

Excuse me, Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Finkelhoff is coming up.

Mr. Finkelhoff?

He says it's urgent.

But I don't know any...

Oh!

Oh, well, hand him off, will you, Miss Farley?

But he's already on the way.

I've picked it up.

No, no, no, it's all right.

Miss Farley, I don't want to see Mr. Finkelhoff.

He says it's very important.

But nothing is so important it can't wait, right?

Now, Mrs. Francis, why don't we go out and
have a cup of coffee?

We can talk at some other place.

But, Mr. Douglas, I don't know what I'm
going to say to Mr. Finkelhoff.

Well, just say that, uh, well,
you'll think of something, I'm sure.

Are you sure I'm not interrupting something important?

Was you Mr. Finkelhoff?

Oh, no, no, no, you wait.

Where were we?

Well,

well, it sounds good, but, uh... At least it's worth a try.

Rob, uh, I'd like to have a little talk.

Okay, Dad.

What about?

About going steady.

Oh.

What does he want to tell me?

Oh, I don't want to tell you anything, Robbie.

I just want to discuss it with you.

Okay, sure.

Don't you enjoy being free to date different
girls, go around with a big crowd, and circulating?

Yeah, sure.

And I'm sure you agree that there's a
proper time in life to settle down to one person.

Oh, yeah, I see what you mean, Dad.

The time to settle down is when you find
the right person to settle down with.

That's right.

You know, where's the A?

This doesn't really have anything to do with it.

So long as you're happy with just one person.

Dad, boy, I'm more anxious for you to meet Linda.

I'll bring her over sometime.

I've got to run.

Dad, that was really a good talk.

I'll see you later.

Goodbye.

Oh, hello, Paulette.

This is Steve.

Good morning.

I talked to Robbie, but the results are a little...

Well, I'll tell you, why don't we get
together for a progress report?

Are you busy for dinner tonight?

Good.

I know a little place I think you'll enjoy.

Yeah.

Good, I'll pick you up around seven, huh?

Fine, Paulette.

Goodbye.

Paulette?

Yes, that's Mrs. Francis.

She's a widow.

Got a lot of problems, too.

Nothing personal.

It's just about Robbie and Linda.

She's Linda's mother.

No,

the coach says we need more work.

Oh, I wanted you to take me downtown this afternoon.

Well, G-Land, I can't help it.

I know.

It isn't your fault.

He's such a sl*ve driver.

No, I like to wrestle.

I mean, with boys.

I'll see you tonight at 7.30, G-Land.

Oh, could you make it 7?

I promised Mary Ann to help her with the refreshments.

Well, Mary Ann, aren't we going to go to the pep rally?

No, Robbie.

Mary Ann Taylor is having a party.

Didn't I tell you?

Well, how about if I took you to Mary Ann's
and then went to the rally and then came back?

Leave me without a date?

What would people think?

Yeah, I guess that's not a very good idea.

Hey, Douglas, come on, let's get going.

No, be right there, coach.

I just hate him.

He acts like he owns you or something.

Well, I gotta go.

I'll see you later.

Robbie, I'm sorry about the pep rally.

No, that's okay.

Miss me?

Sure.

Bye.

Bye.

That's good, Douglas.

You're the guy.

From Scotch, great ideas that stick.

He was.

Agreeing with what I wasn't saying.

Robbie agreed with me 100%.

I still don't know how I lost the argument.

I'm sure I understand child psychology,
but I don't think Linda understands it.

I'll tell you, why don't we forget Robbie and
Linda and enjoy ourselves just for the moment, huh?

Would you care to dance?

Steve.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Steve, I'm really worried.

Linda seems so mature.

Sometimes I think she's more mature than I am.

But she was so, so intense when I talked to her.

Well, 15 is a pretty intense age.

Linda says she doesn't care if she ever dates anyone else.

And she says Robbie feels the same way.

It's like Romeo and Juliet in blue jeans.

Now, how do we break it up?

We'll figure something out.

After we've had our dinner.

Do you need any help?

Well.

Do you think that maybe I could come in for a minute?

Certainly.

Got it.

Will you come in?

I'll make some coffee.

Fire.

Steve, I'm sorry about tonight.

Every time you try to change the subject,
I just change it right back at you.

Hi, Dad.

Well, hello, Rob.

Steve, Mr. Douglas, this is Linda.

Hello, Linda.

Hi.

Well, I didn't know you knew Miss Francis, Dad.

Well, I didn't, Rob, until recently.

We met.

Well, that's swell.

Yes.

Maybe we could double date or something.

Yes.

Yes.

I'll put on some coffee.

Have you two had something to eat?

Oh, we've been hungry.

Well, you don't have to go, Robbie.

Robbie was already going, honest.

Yeah, honest.

You two have your coffee.

I'll see you to the door, Robbie.

Good night.

I feel as though we're running you off.

Well, actually, I think maybe I'd better go to, uh...

I have to work in the morning,
and, uh, I can give Robbie a lift home.

Well, I'll call you tomorrow, Linda.

Okay.

I'm sorry you won't stay, Steve.

I really think I'd better go.

I enjoyed the evening, Robbie.

So did I, Linda.

Good night.

Good night, Stephen.

And thank you.

Well, thank you.

I enjoyed it.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, he's dreamy.

Yes, he seems like a very nice boy.

Oh, no.

Not Robbie.

Mr. Douglas.

You're Mr. Douglas.

My Mr. Douglas.

Well, he is rather dreamy, isn't he?

Oh, Mother, I think the whole thing is just too marvelous.

I do.

And at the meeting on Friday, I said that I
felt any changes in the design at this time.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

Mr. Finkelhoff.

Mr. Finkelhoff.

Oh.

Hello, Paulette.

No, you didn't interrupt anything.

I'm glad you called.

You, uh... Well, I'll be leaving here around four.

Why?

You're having your car serviced.

Is that what you called to tell me?

Oh.

Oh, sure.

I'd be glad to drive you anyway.

Where do you want to go?

The supermarket.

Oh, it sounds romantic.

Piped-in music.

Soft lights.

Fountains in the vegetable department.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll pick you up a little after four.

Right.

Well, uh, where were we, Miss Riley?

Any changes in the design at this time?

Yes, I felt that any changes in the design at this
time... Bring the cart over here, will you, Steve?

Yeah.

Two packages of potato chips enough?

Oh, I think so.

We need a fresh supply of soda, Pop.

I think it's running out the bottom of the icebox.

Oh, the soda's on me.

I'm sure Robbie's the reason for your supply running low.

The.

Powdered sugar's on table 11.

Strawberries aren't in yet.

Rhubarb's very nice.

Paulette, this is my father-in-law, Bub O'Casey.

Bob, this is Paulette Francis, Linda's mother.

How do you do?

How do you do, Mrs. Francis?

I've heard a lot about you.

Well, you're shopping, huh?

Yeah, that's what I'm doing.

What are you doing?

Well, Mrs. Francis' car is being serviced,
and so I was just sort of helping out.

Oh, I see.

Well, see you at home, huh, Bub?

Well, I hope so, yeah.

Well, it's nice meeting you, Mr. O'Casey.

Nice to say hello to you, Mrs. Francis.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'll see you, Bub.

Yeah, I'll see you.

Well, you're not going to be here for dinner, huh?

No, I'm going out, Bub.

Paulette?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, maybe we ought to have a little talk about that.

About what?

Well, it seems to me there's a right way of
getting yourself hooked and a wrong way.

Oh, for goodness sakes, Bub.

Nobody's trying to hook anybody.

But I saw you today at the store.

You were pushing her market basket around
like a lovesick puppy.

We were just discussing what to do about Robbie and Linda.

Well, that's the way it happens.

That's the way what happens?

You know what I mean.

Steve, come in.

Hello, Paulette.

Can I take your hat?

Oh, just put it here.

Thank you.

I want you to meet my mother, Mrs. Lindsay.

Mother, this is Steve Douglas.

How do you do, Mrs. Lindsay?

I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Douglas.

I've certainly heard enough about you.

Steve this, Steve that, all day long.

Well, that's nice.

Sit down.

Sit down, won't you, Steve?

Thank you.

Paul, that tells me you're some sort of an engineer.

Yes, I'm an aeronautical engineer.

Oh, uh, what firm are you with?

Well, I freelance.

Freelance?

I'm not with any one firm.

I work for a lot of different companies.

My husband, Mr. Lindsay, was with the same
bank for 38 years.

Mother, you're supposed to meet Steve, not grill him.

That's all right.

I, uh, I free last because I prefer the independents.

I see.

And you have, um, what is it, uh, three children?

Yes, I have three sons.

Well, that does it, mother.

Steve came by to take me to dinner,
not to ask you for my hand.

Come on, Steve, I'll get my coat.

Linda!

Is something wrong?

No.

I don't ever want to see Robbie Douglas again.

That's all.

I followed him.

I didn't trust him, so I followed him.

He's at the malt shop, holding hands with Brenda Schuyler.

What?

I threw his glove pin right in his banana
split, and I hope he chokes on it.

Hi, Mr. Douglas.

Poor baby.

No.

I'm all right, Mother.

I feel fine.

I feel super.

I'll look after her.

What are you smiling at?

Well, it's just that our problem is solved.

Solved?

Well, it looks like Robbie and Linda won't
be going steady anymore.

He did a terrible thing.

Terrible?

But I thought this was what we were working on.

He sneaked behind Linda's back to see another girl.

Now, do you think that's fair?

But we've been doing our best to try to convince
them that they ought to circulate, and Robbie circulated.

After he gave her his club pin.

Oh, now, look, a club pin doesn't
necessarily mean that... I guess it just shows.

It just shows what can happen when an
immature boy goes steady.

Or when anybody goes with anybody without
sufficient thought.

I guess maybe that's true.

Well, I'd better run along.

I imagine you want to talk to Linda, and
I have a few words I'd like to say to Rob.

Goodbye, Polly.

Steve.

Tyler.

No, she's fine.

What do you know about her, Dad?

Oh, nothing.

I was just making a friendly inquiry.

We're going steady.

Oh.

Have you met her mother?

Yeah.

She's nice.

Oh.

And her mother's husband, I mean,
Brenda's father, have you met him, too?

Yeah.

Good.

He's nice, too.

That's nice.

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