[Marcia is in her room combing her hair when Carol comes in to speak to her.]
I sent the final program to the printers this afternoon.
I wish Harold’s name wasn’t in it, he was awful at rehearsal today.
Well Marcia, I’m afraid your name is not going to be in it.
I was at the rehearsal this afternoon.
Afterwards Mrs. Goodwin and I talked. And we have decided that for the good of the play — and for your own good — she is going to have to replace you.
Yes. Your understudy is going to be Juliet.
Tina!? But I’m better than her!
Marcia? It has nothing to do with you being better. It’s your attitude.
What do you mean my attitude?
Well, you’ve become rude to your friends and siblings! You’ve become impossible to live with!
[flustered, in between tears, and before crying] Mom...! That is so unfair!
Marcia, I’m not blaming you. It’s not all your fault. We encouraged you. But you let it go to your head.
[on the verge of tears] You do not understand, Mom!
Marcia, I do understand. But you brought all of this on yourself. I’m sorry.
[Carol leaves the room. Marcia bitterly breaks down and cries.]
[In Jan's meeting with Mike and Carol.]
[reads the letter from her teacher and principal] In the past several weeks, Jan's grades have...!
[stops Jan from reading the letter] That is enough, Jan.
[to Jan] Jan? Where do you normally sit in Mrs. Denthoff's class?
Does she write lessons on the black board in the front of the class?
Jan? I think you may need glasses.
Glasses? Oh no, Mom! Not glasses!
Certainly, you want to have your eyes checked.
Honey? Wearing glasses isn’t anything these days.
But I’m sure I don’t need glasses!
Well, listen Jan. Do you want to keep failing in school? Making mistakes like taking the wrong bicycle?
Glasses? Oh no, Mom! Not glasses! I am going to look positively goofy!
Jan? Sit down, honey. Jan? Is there something you must explain to me?
Well, when we had that picture taken, you didn’t have your glasses yet.
No, you didn't. That cannot be the same picture. Can it?
It isn’t, Dad. But it wasn’t the other kids’ fault. I ruined the first one because I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I ran into it on my bike in the garage.
Jan? You are very lucky you ran into the picture. You would've run into something much worse — like a car.
I’m sorry, Dad. I’ll wear my glasses from now on whenever I’m supposed to, I promise.
Oh yeah? Well, for a little reminder, I am afraid I am going to have to ground you. For two weeks, no bicycle.
Can you make it something else? You can’t ground me from riding my bicycle!
Oh yes. I am afraid that I can.
Well, you see, I do not have a bicycle anymore. I sold it to pay for the new photograph.
Well, okay. I guess that is punishment enough.
Mom, dad, it works! Stretching myself really works! I grew an inch and a half!
Oh, honey, maybe you grew, but I don't think an inch and a half.
But I measured myself three times! A half inch, plus one whole inch!
No, it's only a half an inch!
How do you know it's only half an inch?
Yeah, how do you know, Cindy?
I made the mark a half inch lower, so that Bobby would think he grew!
Well, that's okay, I still grew an inch!
You did the same thing too? [Jan nods]
Well, a half inch isn't bad.
I guess we should have checked with each other.
That's the dirtiest trick I've ever heard of!
[Bobby runs off.]
Bobby. They weren't trying to trick you. I don't think that what they did was right —
They were only trying to help.
They did it because they know it's true!
I'm a shrimpo, a peewee, I'll never grow another inch as long as I live! [runs up the stairs]
Hi, Bobby! Hey, wait a minute, your clothes!
[Bobby turns around with a black eye.]
Bobby, your eye! What in the world happened?
I got in a fight with Tommy Huxley.
Tommy Huxley? He's twice as big as you are! Why doesn't he pick on somebody his own size?
You started a fight? Why?
Well, he was acting like a big shot.
Oh. Well, you weren't by any chance feeling like a little shot, were you?
Well, I am a little shot, that all I'll ever be!
Oh, Bobby. Listen, you've heard about Napoleon Bonaparte, haven't you?
Yeah, he's that funny guy that always walked around with his hand on his stomach.
Well, he was also a little guy. And he went around trying to prove how big he was by fighting everybody.
Nope, just like you he got clobbered. So I really don't think that fighting is the answer. Do you, Bob?
[on the phone] Yeah Rachel, it’s great seeing you at school. But I still want to take you out. Well, what about a movie tomorrow night? Yeah, the drive-in. It’s a good double bill, uh, a science fiction and a western. Great, great, Rachel. Well, I’ll pick you up about 7. Bye.
[He hangs up and Bobby comes into the living room to boss Greg around again.]
[annoyed] What sounds good to you?!
Exactly what does that mean?
[Greg gets up.]
[laughs sarcastically] HA! NO WAY!
[gets upset] I HAVE TAKEN OUT THE TRASH FOR YOU! I HAVE HOSED OFF THE PATIO, HAVE SHINED YOUR SHOES, HAVE MADE YOUR BED, AND HAVE CLEANED YOUR BIKE! AND I EVEN LET YOU BEAT ME AT CHECKERS BECAUSE YOU HAVE TOLD ME TO! BUT THAT IS IT! THAT IS IT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?
It’s okay with me! I don’t mind if she comes along or not!
[angry and to Bobby] LISTEN (VERY CAREFULLY) MR. CHIN-UP KING! I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE ASKED FAIR AND SQUARE! BUT THERE IS NO WAY! NO WAY YOU ARE GOING ON MY DATE WITH RACHEL!
[The scene cuts to the drive-in]
[from the backseat] You're blocking my view!
[Greg and Rachel move apart.]
And I want some more popcorn.
You've already had three bags!
I'll be back in a minute, Rachel.
[Greg gets out of the car to buy Bobby a slice of pizza.]
[Jumps into the front seat] Boy, you can really see better from up here.
RRachel
[Unenthused] Uh-huh.
RRachel
We're having a ball.
You see, I told Greg if I came you wouldn't mind.
[to Bobby] Here's the pizza you ordered! And that's all of the food you get!
[Greg angrily murmurs about the bet]
[muttering] Our bet had nothing to do with me going broke!
RRachel
Greg, wouldn't it be nice if Bobby got in the backseat to eat his pizza?
Okay! [Greg closes the car door, accidentally hits the horn, shushes Bobby] I didn't do that! Want some pizza?
How about you, Rachel? It's real good, pepperoni and onions.
RRachel
No, no thank you.
You guys don't know what you're missing!
We know what we're missing! [Attempts to embrace Rachel again]
You're blocking my view again!
Come on, Bobby, stop fooling around! You're not even watching the movie!
RRachel
I'll tell you what, why don't we all watch the movie.
[They watch the movie]
It's warm in here, put the top down.
Put the top — ? Now look, Bobby.
RRachel
You might as well do it, Greg.
[Greg puts the top down, causing several cars behind them to honk their horns because it's blocking their view]
[Bobby opens an umbrella, holds it over their heads]
What do you think you're doing?
It might rain. You wouldn't want sweetiepie to get wet, would you?
Now you're just being a wiseguy. Put that umbrella away!
I told you, it might rain!
Well, if it might rain, then I'm putting the top back up! [Retracts the roof, causing cars to honk again]
[Bobby doesn't close his umbrella, causing the tip to tear a hole in the roof. He ends up sticking the umbrella through the roof, and keeps trying to pull it out. It gets stuck, he looks at Greg]
Now you've done it! Wait till Dad sees this!
