Guess Who's Coming To Dinner

Guess Who's Coming To Dinner

By: William Rose (1967)

Major Characters:

John Wade Prentice, a very accomplished doctor who works for the United Nations’ World Health Organization.

Joey (Joanna) Drayton, a young woman who lives in San Francisco, who meets and falls in love with John while on vacation in Hawaii.

Matt Drayton, Joey’s father, a liberal San Francisco newspaper publisher, and who has spoken out for racial equality and civil rights all of his adult life.

Christina Drayton, Joey’s mother, who owns a small art gallery, and who has also been a supporter of civil rights all of her life.

Monsignor Mike Ryan, a Catholic priest, a dear family friend of the Draytons, also an extremely liberal and tolerant person (A “monsignor” is a word for an official of the Catholic Church).

Tillie (Miss Matilda Banks), The Drayton’s housekeeper, who has been a part of the family for over 22 years, and who helped raise Joey from when she was a baby.

Mr. Prentice, John’s father, a retired mailman who lives in Los Angeles.

Mrs. Mary Prentice, John’s mother.

Hillary St. George, An assistant to Christina who works in her art gallery.

                                   

                                    The Glory Of Love

                                    You've got to give a little, take a little,
                                    And let your poor heart break a little.
                                    That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

                                    You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
                                    Before the clouds roll by a little. 
                                    That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

                                    As long as there's the two of us,
                                    We've got the world and all it's charms.
                                    And when the world is through with us,
                                    We've got each other's arms.                                              

                                    You've got to win a little, lose a little,
                                    And always have the blues a little.
                                    That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
                                   

                                                                                                Billy Hill

JOHN: You know, I just had a thought. Why don't I check in a hotel and rest. You go find your folks. 

JOEY: Oh, John. You wanted to meet them. Let's go meet them. The sooner we get it over with, the better. Mom may not even be at the gallery.  She'll probably be out to lunch. Dad's at his office. You may not meet them till dinner anyway.

JOHN: You may be wrong about them. You should have called and told them we were coming. You may be in for the biggest shock of your young life.                            

JOEY: After years living in the same house with them... don't you think I know  my own mother and father?                            

JOHN: I hope so.                            

JOEY: There's no problem.    (TO TAXI DRIVER) We'll only be a minute, and then we'd like to go out to Claremont Drive.                            

TAXI DRIVER: Right.  

(In the art gallery)                   

JOEY: I'll see if Mom's in the office.

HILARY: Joey! 

JOANNA: Hilary, hi! How are you?

HILARY: What a surprise. - I'll be with you in just a moment. 

JOEY: Okay.

JOHN: Strange. 

JOEY: One of Hilary's favorites. It's called a kinetic sculpture.                            

JOHN: A what? 

JOEY: Look.

JOHN: Why, isn't that something?

HILARY: Darling, what are you doing here?

JOEY: I thought Mother might be here. Mrs. St. George, I'd like you to meet Dr. Prentice.

HILARY: Dr. Prentice, I'm so pleased to meet you.                            

JOHN: Mrs. St. George.  Pleasure to see you.             

HILARY: Christina's lunching with Mr. Cazalet. If you like I can ring up.                       

JOEY: No. Just tell her I'm back and that I'll be home.                            

HILARY: Has something happened?  I mean, is anything wrong?                             

JOEY: Something's happened, but everything's right. Thanks.                             

HILARY: How was Hawaii?  Was it fun?

JOEY: Hawaii was simply unbelievable.

HILARY: Do you live in San Francisco, Doctor, or are you just visiting?                            

JOHN: I'm just passing through.

HILARY: I see.

JOHN: It was a pleasure to have met you Mrs. Saint George. 

HILARY: Thank you. 

(In the taxi)                          

JOEY: No, Hillary runs the gallery now, but it's Mom who has all the ideas. Her idea for filling hotel rooms with originals is brilliant. It gives people who stay there time to decide if they want them. The hotel gets supplied with free décor. The guests get to look at good paintings instead of bad reproductions. The painter gets a chance to make a sale and Mom gets her commission. (TO DRIVER) Next right. (To JOHN) Isn't that clever? 

JOHN: Oh, that is clever.   

JOEY: Oh…

(Outside the Drayton home)

JOHN: What do I owe you? 

DRIVER: $10.50 Mack.

JOHN: Twelve bucks, right?                   

DRIVER: Right.                      

JOHN: Right. 

JOEY: Oh, John. Come meet Tillie. Tillie, this is Dr. Prentice. John, Miss Matilda Binks.                 

JOHN: Pleased to meet you, Miss Binks. I've certainly heard a great deal about you.               

TILLIE: What are you doing home unexpected? Your folks didn't know you was coming. You told them you're back already?          

JOEY: I left a message for Mom at the gallery. Oh, it's lovely to see you Tillie!  I missed you!                             

TILLIE: You still ain't told me why you're home early. You want those bags to go upstairs? 

JOHN: Not my two. I'm not staying.                  

JOEY: It's personal reasons Tillie. I'll tell you all about it.                            

TILLIE: You eat any lunch yet, or you expecting it now?                            

JOEY: Could you make us sandwiches and coffee?  We'll have it on the terrace, ok?

TILLIE: Ummmm.                   

JOEY: Do you like it?

JOHN: It's beautiful.               

JOEY: Come out and look from the terrace.

JOHN: Oh!                         

JOEY: What?

JOHN: Hey, who's that?              

JOEY: That's Dorothy. Isn't she a knockout?  She helps Tillie during the week.                     

JOHN: Which days? 

JOEY: Never mind.                

JOHN: Hey, you know, I ought to call my folks and get that out of the way.                            

JOEY: Okay. Use the phone in the study.  Are you going to introduce me?

JOHN: Not on the phone.

JOEY: Aren't you going to tell them about me? 

JOHN: I'd rather write to them.                 

JOEY: I have to meet them, don't I?  Before I come to Geneva? Or are we going to keep our marriage a secret from them?            

JOHN: Why didn't I think of that?  See, that's a thought.                             

JOANNA: (Giggles) I’ll shut this in case Dorothy goes by.      

JOHN: Los Angeles, please, area code: two, one, three Axminster, two, four, six, nine, nine. Time and charges…

TILLIE: Well, I got a right to my own opinions. And you want my opinion? I don't care to see a member of my own race gettin’ above hisself.                            

JOEY: Then I don't want your opinion, and if I ever do, I'll ask for it. Oh, Tillie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, but you can't mean what you're saying either. And you're so wrong!  Look, you're the last person I'd have expected to take such a silly attitude. You know I've always loved you, and you're just as black as he is! How could it possibly be all right for me to love you and wrong for me to love him? Will you just stop and think about that? Oh listen. What are we having for dinner tonight? Gotta make it something special. 

TILLIE: Celery soup and rump steak.

JOANNA: Oh, now, come on.  Turtle soup and tournedos... and one of your best pies. (Horn honks) It's Mom!             

CHRISTINA: Joey? Darling? What the hell? Joey!

JOANNA: Mom, I'm here! 

CHRISTINA: Hello, darling! Are you all right? There's nothing wrong, is there?

JOANNA: Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine.       

CHRISTINA: I rang the gallery to tell Hilary that Cazalet had agreed to our scheme.

JOANNA: He has? That's marvelous!  I knew he would.         

CHRISTINA: She said you were back. She thought you might have a surprise for me. What did she mean?  Do I hear someone? Is there someone here?

JOEY: Oh, Mom, I'm so happy. I've never been so happy in all my life.  I'm just…  bursting.

CHRISTINA: Yeah, I can see that. And I'm already feeling happy for you.  Do I know him?                              JOEY: No. That's just it.  I only met him myself ten days ago. You wouldn't believe what's happened  in just ten days.

CHRISTINA: Well, I think I might if you'd pipe down long enough to tell me.

JOEY: Mom!

CHRISTINA: Lots of wonderful things happen…

JOEY: He's so wonderful! I've never known anyone like him.  Never known anything like this. I fell in love with him in 20 minutes.          

CHRISTINA: Well, that was quick.  

(In the study)

JOHN: Well, Dad, I wanted to stop on the way back... but time got so short and I've got to get to work.

MR. PRENTICE: Yeah, but I still don't understand why you couldn't spend one day with us.           

JOHN: Well, the fact is, Dad, I met this girl.             

MR. PRENTICE: You what? You met a girl?  Why didn't you say so? Mary, he says he met a girl.  Why, that's good, that's good news. She live up there in San Francisco? 

JOHN: Yes, yes. She lives up here. I'm at her house.      

MR. PRENTICE:  He says he's at her house now, the girl's house.

MR. PRENTICE: Well, that's different, son.  Where'd you meet her? In Hawaii?   

JOHN: Yes, in Hawaii, and I wanted to meet her folks, you see?    

MR. PRENTICE: She live up there in San Francisco?  That sounds good, son.  l mean, serious.        

JOHN: Yes, yes, it's serious.        

MR. PRENTICE: Well, this is quite a surprise.         

JOHN: Yeah, she's surprising in a lot of ways, Dad. Your mother says, ''Is she pretty?”

JOHN: Yes, she's very pretty. 

MR. PRENTICE: She's pretty. What? Your mother says,  ''How old is she, son?" Mary, what the hell difference does that make?        

JOHN: Well, she's only Dad. twenty-three.

MR. PRENTICE: Well, that's good.  You want my opinion? You're…  That's just the right difference. Women age faster than men, you know what l mean?

JOHN: Well, yeah.

MR PRENTICE: You reckon to marry the girl, son? 

JOHN: Well, we've been talking about it. But, um, Dad, there's one or two problems, you see? That I'll write to you about on the plane to New York tonight, all right?

(In the living room)

JOEY: He's so calm... and sure of everything. He doesn't have any tensions in him. He knows what he believes... and what he thinks is right and why and where he's going. Oh, Mom, there's one thing I must tell you. He was married before, and he had a son. It was so tragic. Both his wife and his son were killed in a train accident in Belgium eight years ago. And John-- I haven't even told you his name. Mom, it's John Wade Prentice. Isn't that a lovely name?

CHRISTINA: John Wade…

JOEY: Joanna Prentice I’ll be. But Mom... Mom, there's something else that I must tell you that John's been concerned about, very deeply concerned. He's been worrying for the past week whether you and Dad would be upset if--     

JOHN: (clears throat)

JOEY: Well, it's about time. I was wondering where you'd been. Mom, this is John.                              CHRISTINA: Doc, Doc, Doctor Prentice, I'm so pleased to meet you.          

JOHN: I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs. Drayton. I take it Joanna's already busted out with the big news.          

CHRISTINA: Well, she has, um, told me a good deal and all very quickly too.

JOHN: Well, she's only known me for ten days so she can't tell you when I'm blushing. That could be another problem for us. Mrs. Drayton, I'm medically qualified so I hope you wouldn't think it presumptuous if l say... you ought to sit down  before you fall down, I mean.             

JOEY: He thinks you're gonna faint because he's a Negro.           

CHRISTINA: Well, I don't think I'm going to faint. But I’ll sit down anyway. Can't we all sit down?   Well, I suppose it would be all right if I said, ''My goodness,'' wouldn't it? Well, my goodness.                              JOEY: Do we mind her saying, ''My goodness''? 

JOHN: I don't mind.

JOEY: What did they say?  Did you tell them about me?             

JOHN: Yes. 

JOEY: Well, what'd they say?           

JOHN: They said I sounded serious and asked if you were pretty. I said you were. They said this was a big surprise. I said it was.        

JOEY: Well, what did they say when you told them I wasn't a colored girl?       

JOHN: I didn't. It felt like too big a shock for the telephone. After all, a lot of people will think that we're a very shocking pair. Isn't that right Mrs. Drayton?      

CHRISTINA: I know what you mean.                              

JOEY: Tillie's made us some sandwiches. Let's go outside. 

CHRISTINA: Yes, let's. Come on, Dr. Prentice. 

JOEY: I can explain it all in two minutes. You see, John was invited to lecture at Hawaii University.. and we met at this big party at the dean's. And after the party, we went for a long drive.               

CHRISTINA: Thank you. 

JOEY: And since then, we've been somewhere together every night. We've been swimming every day. And ah, then John was supposed to fly back to Los Angeles Saturday to see his parents. That's where they live.           

CHRISTINA: Thank you, Tillie.

JOEY: Try one of these.  They're great. Do you want some coffee?

CHRISTINA:  No, thanks. No coffee.  Does your father know that you're back?                

JOEY: Oh, no, I was going to phone him.  Do you think he'd come back early if--           

CHRISTINA: He's coming back early, all right.  He's playing golf with Monsignor Ryan.                              
JOEY: That's marvelous. Then he can meet John and we can all talk over dinner because, you see, John has to fly to New York tonight to see a friend of his at Columbia University. Then tomorrow night, he's flying to Geneva to do three month's work for the World Health Organization. And I intend to do is to fly to Geneva next week so that we can be married. And that's the whole situation

JOHN: in a nutshell.

JOEY: Except that he thinks that the fact he's a Negro and I'm not creates a serious problem.          

CHRISTINA: Does he?            

JOEY I've told him ninety-seven times that it wouldn't make the slightest difference to you or to Dad. But he just wouldn't believe me.  And so that's why we're here. And that's why he's watching you so closely right now while he's pretending not to watch you at all.       

JOHN: She's absolutely right, Mrs. Drayton.  I'm sorry. I told her not to spring all this on you so suddenly. But, look, if your father's coming home you could at least say that I'm somebody you met in Hawaii.         

JOEY: Oh now, really? 

JOHN: Give him a half hour to get adjusted.           

JOEY: But what for?  He still has to be told, doesn't he?        

CHRISTINA: (Horn honking) Well, you should make up your minds because I think I just heard his car.

 

(In the foyer)          

TILLIIE: Mr. Matt.               

MATT: Hi Tillie, how are you? 

TILLIE: All hell's done broke loose.                 

MATT: What’s wrong? That waste disposal out again? 

TILLIE: It ain't that. But just remember I said that all hell's done broke loose.                

MATT: What's happened? Where's Christina?

TILLIE: She's on the terrace with little Joey.                

MATT: With Joey?

TILLIE: And somebody calls hisself Dr. Prentice.              

MATT: Doctor? There's a doc…  Well, what's wrong?  What's happened? Joey!  

CHRISTINA: Here he comes.          

JOEY: Daddy! How are you?

MATT: What's happened? What are you doing? Tillie said there was a doctor here.

JOEY: There is! There is! Dr. John Wade Prentice. This is my Dad. 

JOHN: Pleased to meet you.                

MATT: How are you? Nice to know you.  But what is it? Is something wrong?

JOEY: Oh of course, there's nothing wrong. I just decided to come home early. Oh, Dr. Prentice and I met in Hawaii and we flew back in the same plane this morning.            

MATT: Oh, well, well, well, sit down, sit down. I thought something was really wrong.  Tillie said…     

JOEY: Oh, Tillie's behaving very strangely today.  Would you like a cup of coffee?  

 MATT: No, thanks. I have a date to play golf with Monsignor Ryan. How are you? What's the matter, are you having a chill?            

CHRISTINA: No, darling, I'm fine.  I, ah, I...

MATT: Doctor, where are you practicing?  In San Francisco? Sit down. 

JOHN: No, no sir. I'm just here for one day.         

MATT: Oh, where is your practice?  Hawaii?           

JOHN: No, I'm not established in any one place. I'm in tropical medicines, mostly, in Africa these past few years.       

MATT: Oh, well, that sounds interesting.    

JOEY: Everything about Dr. Prentice is interesting.        

MATT: I'm sure it is. I'm sure it is. I wish I had more time, but if you'll excuse me.        

JOEY: Couldn't you be a half hour late and stay and talk with us?       

MATT: I'd love to, but I mustn't keep the Monsignor waiting. No, I'm gonna be late as it is.  Will I be seeing you later, Doctor?   

JOEY: You certainly will.           

MATT: Good.  Well, that's good.  

CHRISTINA: Dr. Prentice will be here for dinner, Matt.      

MATT: Oh, fine. Then you can tell me all about the African--      

JOEY: There's a great deal to tell too.  Isn't there, Mom?         

MATT: Well, fine.  See you all later. What the hell is going on here?

JOHN: This doesn't make sense either.

JOEY: Well, I told you, didn't I?            

MATT: What'd you tell him?  Look, Chris if you don't explain to me in the next few minutes what you three are playing at…                  

JOHN: I can explain it, Mr. Drayton.            

MATT: You can?  Well, let's have it.       

JOHN: Well, it's my fault. You see, we have a sort of a situation here. Joanna and I didn't just meet in Hawaii. We spend a good deal of time together. I mean, all the time after we met. And, well, we have this problem: I fell in love with your daughter. And, as incredible as it may seem, she fell in love with me. And we flew back to San Francisco to see if you or Mrs. Drayton would have any objections if we got married. Joanna told her mother as soon as she walked in and I had the stupid idea, that maybe there was some way to break this, gently.          

JOEY: Daddy, you're making John and me nervous.             

MATT: Am I?  Well, I wouldn't want to do that. I wouldn't want to make anybody nervous.  How about you Chris? Are you nervous? Sit down, Doctor, before you make me nervous.

CHRISTINA: Would anybody like a cup of coffee?

MATT: What did she say when Joanna told her? Did she raise any objections?

JOHN: None, so far. There hasn't been much time.          

JOEY: What objections? Dad, I know this is sort of a shock because it's all so sudden and unexpected and it never occurred to me that I might fall in love with a Negro. But l did, and nothing in the world is gonna change that. Even if you had any objections, l wouldn't let him go now if you were the governor of Alabama.  I mean, if Mom were. So, tell him, will you? Tell John if you have any objections and then you could go play golf.                              

MATT: Well, what is it you expect me to say? If you want me to think about this, you'll have to give me time to think it, won’t you? The doctor says you have a problem.  You certainly have. And if you're expecting a sensible statement from me, you'll have to give me time to think about it. Does that sound reasonable?          

JOHN: It's reasonable, Mr. Drayton, but not quite practical.  

CHRISTINA: You see, ah, Matt there's sort of a special problem.           

JOHN: See, I've got to fly to New York tonight and on to Switzerland tomorrow night.                              CHRISTINA: Yes, and what Joey wants, what she proposes, is to go to Geneva herself so they can be married within the next couple of weeks.

MATT: What the hell is all the rush?           

JOEY: We know that we want to get married. And unless somebody does have any objections, why should we waste time? John and I aren't gonna change our minds.            

MATT: Are you saying, are you telling me that you want an answer today about how your mother and I feel?       

JOEY: Well of course we do. We want you and Mom to state, absolutely clearly, that you have, no objections whatever and that when we do get married, we'll have your blessing. Now, are you gonna play golf or not?       

MATT: No, no, no. I'll just call it off.  Excuse me, Doctor.     (He leaves)    

JOEY: And that's my dad.  Do you like him?                            

JOHN: I don't know. Does he like me? 

JOEY: I don't know either. When he puts on his American Eagle face nobody can tell what he's thinking, except Mom.

CHRISTINA: Yeah, I don't think he liked any of us after the silly way we began.  Excuse me, will you?  Give John some more coffee.  (She leaves)

JOHN: She's beautiful, Joanna. She's even better looking than you.  You know that? 

(In the study)

MATT: Hello, Eddie? Two things, Eddie.  Both of them urgent. Call up Monsignor Ryan and tell him l can't play this afternoon. Tell him something's come up, something personal at home. Then call the library and see if they've got any dope on a John Wade Prentice. Prentice. He's a doctor of medicine, fellow about 35, 36…

CHRISTINA: Oh, Matt. 

MATT: He's a coloured fellow. Yeah, if they haven't got anything call up the Medical Association and see what they've got. Get anything you can, will you, Edie? All right. Hurry it up and call me back.     

CHRISTINA: Surely there can't be any necessity for that.

MATT: It can't do any harm, either. 

CHRISTINA: But Matt, for Gosh sake, Joey said he was lecturing at the university in Hawaii.

MATT: Tell me something. This ever occur to you that this might happen? 

CHRISTINA: No.

MATT: Never occurred to me either.  Not once.  Well, can you tell me your reaction? How do you feel about it? 

CHRISTINA: Oh, I don't know, I don't know. I was shaken at first.  l still am, I suppose. But, Matt, they're serious.  They mean what they're saying, both of them.  They know what they're doing.       

MATT: No, they may mean what they're saying, I accept that, but they don't know what they're doing.  I won't accept that.       (Knock on door)

JOHN: If I'm not intruding--        

CHRISTINA: Of course not.  Please, come in.              

JOHN: I'd like to have a couple of minutes with the two of you, if I may?       

MATT: Sure, Doctor.  Come on in.         

JOHN: There's something you both ought to know. l made a decision. Joanna doesn't know about it, and I don't see why she should.           

MATT: What is it, Doctor?             

JOHN: Joanna thinks she's committed and that our whole future is settled but there is no real commitment. And up to now, nothing is settled at all.       

MATT: I don't understand. Joanna said you're going to be married no matter what we think about it.  JOHN: Well, that's not the case. Unless you two approve, and without any reservations at all, there won't be any marriage.      

CHRISTINA: Well, why, John? Why have you decided that?         

JOHN: Well, Mrs. Drayton, this thing has happened so quickly I'm just as startled as you must be.  Two weeks ago, I would have said such a thing was inconceivable. But two weeks ago I had not met Joanna. She's, she’s not at all like anyone I've ever known. It's not just that our color difference doesn't matter to her. It's that she doesn't seem to think there is any difference. The trouble is, this thing has come up at a time when I already have all the problems I need. And l feel that I couldn't afford to get married if it meant that l would have to take on any special problems in addition to those we're obviously going to have.          

MATT: When you say ''special problems,'' Doctor, what do you mean?    

JOHN: Well, your attitude, Mr. Drayton and yours, Mrs. Drayton. Joanna is very close to both of you.  If, by marrying me, she damaged her relationship with either of you the pain of it would be too much for her. I wouldn't know how to deal with that kind of situation. In any case, I wouldn't even want to try.    

MATT: Well, I'm glad you told us this Doctor.    

JOHN: Don't misunderstand me.  I love your daughter. There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her as happy as she was the day I met her, but it seems to me, without your approval we will make no sense at all. That is why I'm asking for the clearest possible statement of what your attitude is going to be.         

MATT: l appreciate that, Doctor. It's almost in the form of an ultimatum.     

JOHN: Not quite, Mr. Drayton. All you have to say is “good-bye,” Well, that's where it's at. Thank you for the opportunity to speak my piece.    (JOHN leaves)

CHRISTINA:  Well, still think you ought to have someone check on him?    

MATT: No.      

CHRISTINA:  He's right about Joey too. You know that, don't you? 

MATT: Yes.        

CHRISTINA: Thank God he is. That's the way I feel.  Thank God he's right. She's 23 years old, and the way she is, is just exactly the way we brought her up to be. We answered her questions.  She listened to our answers. We told her it was wrong to believe that the white people were somehow essentially superior to the black people or the brown or the red or the yellow ones, for that matter. People who thought that way were wrong to think that way. Sometimes hateful, usually stupid, but always, always, wrong. That's what we said and when we said it, we did not add, ''But don't ever fall in love  with a coloured man.''          

EDDIE: Edie, Mr. Drayton.  Do you want the whole story?            

MATT: Yeah, what is it, Edie? 

EDDIE: He's an important guy. Just the main points:  born Los Angeles 1930, graduated, maxima cum laude, John Hopkins, ‘54; Assistant Professor, Yale Medical School, ‘55; three years professor, London School of Tropical Medicine; three years assistant director, World Health Organization; two textbooks and a list of monographs and medical society honors as long as your arm. Married Elizabeth Bowers, 1955, one son, John Wade. Oh, both killed in an accident in 1959. There's a lot more here.

MATT: No, no that's all right. Thanks Eddie. What's the $2.20?     

CHRISTINA: He made a call to Los Angeles to his parents.  I guess he doesn't bum free telephone calls either.

MATT: Well, I can certainly understand why he didn't have much to say about himself. Who the hell would believe him?   

JOHN: I beg your pardon, lady.
JODY: He loves me, he loves me not. (laughs) Well, tell me, what do you think? Aren't they exactly the way I said they were?

JOHN? I must admit, they’re very special people.

JOEY: Shall I tell you something? 

JOHN: What's that?            

JOEY: For a whole week, I've been nervous.            

JOHN: No. I don't believe it.

JOEY? Not about what they'd ultimately feel, just about their first reaction. I thought it was just possible for the first time in 22 years they might let me down for the first half hour.   

JOHN: You're a phony. You know that?  You're a big phony.           

JOEY: Well now…   

MATT: Well?                

CHRISTINA: She's always been a happy human being. She laughed out loud before she was six months old. She was happy as a baby. Happy as a little girl.  Happy all through school and college.  But I don't think I've ever seen her quite so happy as she is right now. And I have to be happy for her, Matt.  And I am. l feel happy for her. And proud of the fact that we helped to make her. And whatever happens now, I feel glad that Joey's Joey.                 

(The front porch)

DELIVERY BOY:  How are you today?  Having a steak fry, huh? Well, now, there she is.  How are you today?          

DOROTHY: Wanna give me a lift to Market Street?  Save me a cab.    

DELIVERY BOY: You know it, doll.       

TILLIE: I hope these is better than the last we had, hotshot.       

DELIVERY BOY:  Lady, don't look at me. I deliver it.  I don't rustle the cattle.        

DOROTHY: You said to remind you to open the wine.       

TILLIE: Civil rights is one thing. This here is something else.

(In Joey’s bedroom)

JOEY: I went out on to the terrace. Oh, I’ll never forget it.  It was so beautiful. It was already dark and the moon was rising.  I guess I didn't see him at first because I was looking at the view.  But he was standing there. Then all of a sudden he moved or something, and I jumped. And he just stood there, looking at me and sort of…

CHRISTINA: Ah, ah, you're burning your shirt. 

JOEY: Oh, yes. Sort of smiling. ''Hello,'' I said.  ''Who are you?''  And, uh, I think he thought I was, you know, attractive. Anyway, finally, he said, ''Well, do you think it could possibly matter?'' And it's just crazy, and I admit it but 20. 

CHRISTINA: You'd better let me do this.         

JOEY: 20 minutes later, I felt I was in love with him. Mom, how long did it take you to fall in love with Dad?    

CHRISTINA: Oh, well, nothing like so long as 20 minutes.       

JOEY: You mean, is that really true? 

CHRISTINA: Yes, that's really true.   

JOEY: Oh, Mom.      

CHRISTINA: Joey, I want to ask you something. How deeply are you and John in, in.. No, I have no right to ask.    

JOEY: How deeply involved? Do you mean, have we been to bed together? I don't mind you asking me that. We haven't. He wouldn't. I don't think he could have been in much doubt about my feelings, but he wouldn't. You're burning my shirt. He's been concerned the whole time about my getting hurt somehow. They're still taking! Wouldn't you think they'd have said everything by now?  

MATT: Are you saying they don't have any special sense of rhythm?  

JOHN: That's right.

MATT: But, hell, you can see it. You can't turn on the television set anywhere without seeing those kids dancing and I say the coloured kids are better than the white kids.

JOHN: But there's an explanation for that.  It's our dancing, and it's our music. We brought it here.  I mean, you can do the Watusi but we are the Watusi, if you know what I mean.  

MATT: l remember, when I was about your age my sports editor telling me that Negroes would never be able to play baseball. Now, I suppose if he wanted to, Willie Mays could be elected Mayor of San Francisco. I own a newspaper, but I couldn't be elected dogcatcher.      

JOHN: Well, I don't guess you want to be dogcatcher any more than he wants to be Mayor of San Francisco.

MATT: No, I suppose that's right. Doctor, we've talked about a good many things but there's one thing we haven't talked about. Have you given any thought to the problems your children will have?       

JOHN: Yes, and they'll have some.  And we'll have the children. Otherwise, I don’t know what you’d call it but, you couldn't call it a marriage.   

MATT: Is that the way Joey feels?   

JOHN: She feels that every single one of our children will be President of the United States and they'll all have colourful administrations. Well, you made her, Mr. Drayton. I just met her in Hawaii.                     

MATT: But how do you feel about that problem?     

JOHN: Well, frankly, I think your daughter is a bit optimistic. I'd settle for Secretary of State.         

MATT: Would you think it was some kind of cowardice if l told you that no matter how confident you two are I'm just a little scared.  

JOHN: No, it wouldn't. But you never know.  Things are changing.    

MATT: I have a feeling they're not changing anywhere else quite as fast as they are in my own backyard. Just tell me this. Don't you think this quick decision about how we feel about this thing is just a little unfair?     

JOHN: In a way, I do. But it wasn't my idea that everything be settled so quickly. Your daughter said that there's no problem. She says, ''My Dad, my Dad is a lifelong fighting liberal who loathes race prejudice and has spent his whole life fighting against discrimination.''  She said, ''My parents, well they'll welcome you with open arms.'' And I said ''Oh, I sure want to meet them.''

JOEY: John? Telephone!  It's Los Angeles!      

MATT: Take it in my study. 

JOHN: Thank you. Hello?

OPERATOR: Dr. Prentice?

JOHN: Yes, this is he.

MR. PRENTICE: Hello. That you, Little John?          

JOHN: Hi, Dad. What's up, man?  Dr. Graves call again?    

MR. PRENTICE: Oh, no, it's not that, son. l just had an idea. What would you say to us flying up there to spend the evening?

JOHN: This evening? 

MR. PRENTICE: We could be up there at half past six. l thought maybe we could take you and your young lady friend out for a big spead somewhere.              

JOEY: Tell them to come to dinner. 

JOHN: Just a minute. No, no Dad, I'm having dinner with her folks.

JOEY: Don't be silly. Tell them they're invited to dinner. 

MR. PRENTICE: Who's that speaking? The young lady?    

JOHN: Yes, that's her. No, just a minute. You haven't asked your mother, and there's Tillie.                

JOEY: Ah, Mr. Prentice? Won't you come to dinner, you and Mrs. Prentice? John and I will meet your plane.

JOHN: Stop butting in.

MR. PRENTICE: Who am l talking to? John?        

JOHN: Hi, hi Dad.        

MR. PRENTICE: Looks like she wants us even if you don't. And we certainly want to meet her. So we'll see you at half past six. What? 

JOHN: Oh, no, no, no.  

MR. PRENTICE: See?  Your mother says she's pleased. Oh, hell, he knows that.  All right, son.                      

JOHN: Dad! 

MR. PRENTICE: Alright, son, we'll see you later! Bye!

JOHN: Dad!   

JOEY: What's the matter with you? Mom!

CHRISTINA: Yeah:

JOEY: John's father and mother are coming to dinner.

CHRISTINA: Oh, good. Marvelous! 

JOEY: We'll meet their plane at half-past-six.

CHRISTINA: Fine.  You tell Tillie, won't you? 

JOEY: Ok.

JOHN: Joanna, I told you, my folks, they don't… They think you're a coloured girl.     

JOEY: Why didn't you tell them? 

JOHN: I was gonna write to them.  

JOEY: What difference does it make? Do you think they wouldn't come?  Call them back and tell them. They're gonna know anyway at half-past-six because I'll go with you to meet them.             

JOHN: Oh no! Now that's not a good idea. I'll meet them. It gives me a chance to explain.  I have to explain.     

JOEY: Why do you keep trying to dramatize everything?  Look, I've told Pete and Judith that we'll meet them for a drink at 5:30. It gives us just enough time to get to the airport. She's my best and oldest friend so you've just got to let them meet you. 

(On the patio)

MATT: Did he tell you about this medical plan of his?     

CHRISTINA: No. What?

MATT: It's the damnedest thing you ever heard of. They put a whole medical school on about 20 trucks. Then they run into some African country pick up the brightest native kids, hundreds at a time, and put them through courses just like they do the U.S. Army Corpsmen. Only his idea is that they're all specialists. You know, each one trained to do one simple thing like sewing up a wound or delivering a baby or what have you. They go into places where people have never heard of an aspirin tablet let alone a doctor. Imagine what that means. For every thousand kids they train, they can save a million lives a year. Now just think of that.

CHRISTINA:  He seems to have made quite an impression on you Matt.  

MATT: Yeah. I asked him how he got so far.  You know, he's only 37?

CHRISTINA: Yeah.

MATT: He said he thought he got the best breaks because everybody he met didn't want him to think they were prejudiced against him.

CHRISTINA: Ah.

MATT: Yeah, he made an impression, all right.  I wouldn't know how to fault him.    

CHRISTINA: Are you trying to fault him?  

MATT: No, I'm not trying to fault him.  You know, his father is a mailman. Retired now.  Lives in Los Angeles. Now how do you suppose a colored mailman produced a son with all the qualities he has?          

CHRISTINA: You'll find out this evening.

MATT: What?        

CHRISTINA: Guess who's coming to dinner?        

MATT: Who? You mean? His parents? Now wait a minute wait a minute.  Whose idea was that?

CHRISTINA: Joey invited them.           

MATT: Yeah, Joey, Joey. We're being pressurized.  You know that, don't you? First there wasn't gonna be a marriage unless we approved. Then we had one day to make up our minds. Now we have to spend hours entertaining somebody we never heard of. What the hell is coming off here? 

(In the living room)

JOEY: Oh, don't look at those baby pictures. That was at Klosters, the year before last. (Doorbell rings.) I’ll get it, Tillie! Just a second. Monsignor Ryan!  How wonderful to see you!                       

RYAN: Well, good afternoon. 

JOEY: Come on in. Good afternoon.    

RYAN: Why are you here when you should be in Hawaii? What is the problem that caused your father to chicken out on our game of golf hum? And who is this gentleman? 

JOEY: Monsignor Ryan, this is John Prentice, Dr. John Wade Prentice. We met in Hawaii 11 days ago.  Oh and the two of us are going to be married.        

RYAN: Are you, indeed?  I take it you mean to each other.

RYAN: Dr. Prentice. 

JOHN: Monsignor.     

RYAN: Well, of course, you're the problem.     

JOHN: I'm afraid I am.    

RYAN: l knew nothing of this. Why haven't your parents informed me?

JOEY: They didn't know either.  We only flew back this morning. Excuse me a second.  I forgot to tell Tillie something.          

RYAN: Well, this was all very sudden, was it not? 

JOHN: Yes, it was.    

RYAN: I suppose you two have had time to consider what you're doing.   

JOHN: No, we've not.

(In the kitchen)

JOEY: Tillie, we'll be two more for dinner.  How many steaks did you get?   

TILLIE: I got four  'cause I was told four.  

JOEY: Order two more because the doctor's father and mother are coming. We'll be six.

TILLIE: His father and mother! Here?   

JOEY: That's right.  If the butcher can't send 'em tell him to put 'em in a taxi.    

TILLIE: It's gettin' more like a holy rollers meetin' every minute.           

RYAN: Of course!  l know about you. I read an article about you in ''Common Wheel.''  I shall want to taIk to you about that. Oh, you know, this fellow you brought home is a very important man? Are you aware of that? 

JOEY: I'm wholly aware of it. When I'm married to him, I'll be important.   

RYAN: Yes, I guess that you wilI, as a matter of fact. Where's Arnold Palmer? 

JOEY: Dad and Mom are in the garden.

RYAN: Good. Well, just go on with what you're doing. Fore!     

JOEY: Of all the friends we've ever had, l guess he's the closest. We're not Catholics, but he and Dad and Mom have done things together. You know, sat on committees and things. He's a wonderful man, and we love him.  

(On the patio)

RYAN: You're a remarkable fellow, Mike. You get younger every minute.

MATT: Did you?

RYAN: Yes, I've just seen him. Handsome fellow, isn't he? Little Joey is nothing less than radiant. It warms me chilly old heart just to look at her.    

MATT: Aren't you just a little shocked?    

RYAN: Shocked?  Why should I be shocked? I've known a good many cases of marriages between races in my time. Strangely enough, they usually work out quite well. I don't know why. Maybe because it requires some special quality of effort; more consideration and compassion than most marriages  seem to generate these days. Could that be it? 

CHRISTINA: Yes, it could. I'm glad you said that.  That's a beautiful thought. You do have beautiful thoughts Mike.        

RYAN: That's my trade, you know. What about laddie over here?  You making heavy weather of it?  You know, this man is quite a famous fellow in his own right. He's done incredible work in Asia and some awful place in Africa.  

JOEY: Mom! Hillary's here.  She wants to see you. 

CHRISTINA: Excuse me, will you? Express some more beautiful thoughts to the lad there.

(In the living room.)

HILLARY: Thank you. I hope you won't think that I'm prying, Doctor but naturally one is, ah, curious.            

JOHN: Naturally. 

JOEY: Dr. Prentice and I are going to be married, Hillary.

HILLARY: Are you? Well, I didn't even know. I mean, Christina hadn't even mentioned that…        

JOEY: She didn't know.  It was a surprise to her too.    

HILLARY: A surprise.  Well, l should think it was.    

CHRISTINA: (clears throat)

HILLARY: My dear! Joey tells me that congratulations are in order, and you didn't even know.               

CHRISTINA: What's the problem, Hillary?  What brings you all the way up here?     

HILLARY: Oh, Mr. Cazalet phoned about the pictures. 

CHRISTINA: Oh, that. Excuse us, will you? I'll walk out to your car with you.

HILLARY: I hope I'll be seeing you shortly. 

CHRISTINA: Actually, no, Hillary. Dr. Prentice is leaving tonight and Joey within the next coupIe of weeks.  

HILLARY: Oh, then you must permit me to wish you every happiness.       

CHRISTINA: Come along, Hillary.

HILLARY: Christina! My poor dear, what a shock for you. I knew something was up when I came into the gallery. But this!  Whatever are you going to do about it? I mean, the child is of age.

CHRISTINA: Yes, the chlld is 23.  Hillary, why didn't you simpIy ring up with the Cazalet information?         

HILLARY: WelI, I must admit, I was intensely, curious. I simply couldn't believe it. It's so unlike Joey to do anything so appallingly stupid.

CHRISTINA: Yes, come along Hillary.  (They exit the house, and walk to the driveway)

HILLARY: But, darling, what you must be going through.  

CHRISTINA: You must try not to worry about it. Now I have some instructions for you. I want you to go straight back to the gallery. Start your motor. When you to the gallery, tell Jennifer she will be looking after things temporarily. She's to give me a ring if there's anything she can't deal with herself. Then go into the office and make out a cheque, for cash, for the sum of $5000. Then carefully, but carefully Hillary, remove absolutely everything that might subsequently remind me that you had ever been there, including that yellow thing with the bIue bulbs which you have such an affection for. Then take the cheque for $5000, which I feel you deserve, and get permanently lost. It's not that I don't want to know you Hillary, although I don't. It's just that I'm afraid we're not really the sort of people that you can afford to be associated with. Don't speak Hillary, just go.  (Hillary drives off)

(In the livingroom.)

JOEY: You see that boy?  The tall one? If he'd played his cards right, you'd never even have met me.  But he fell for some girI from Pomona.

JOHN: That'll teach him. 

JOEY: Mom! Do you know what Hillary was doing? She was being an absolute bitch. She was.  I almost wish you'd fire her.  I really do.     

CHRISTINA: Joey, how can you be so hard? She has a really quite ruthless streak.  You ought to be warned about it.  She gets it from her father.      

RYAN: They need all the help you can give them because they're going to have special difficulties, special problems, Christina!

CHRISTINA: No, no, don't budge.  Please, sit.

RYAN: Of course, they know all that. They're serious people.  Fine, intelligent people. And if they know what lies in store for them and they still want each other enough to accept it I think it's plain as anything that they love each other very much. And, you'll have to agree that any two people who love each other that much deserve all the best luck in the world. 

MATT: I don't know, I don’t know Mike. I wish I didn't have the feeling that they'll never make it, that the whole thing's impossible.   

RYAN: Oh, you feel that way, do you? You're really thrashing about then. That's very interesting, very interesting indeed. And rather amusing, too! To see a broken-down old phony Liberal come face-to-face with his principles. Of course, I always have believed that in that fighting Liberal facade there must be some sort of reactionary bigot trying to get out.

MATT: (laughs) Oh, go to hell. (If) You and your crowd are still preaching hell. 

RYAN: Well, I'm off. As much as I'm enjoying your discomfiture I may be able to save a few souls  before supper. But, I am, as it happens, free for dinner.

CHRISTINA: Oh please, please come, the doctor's family are flying up from Los Angeles. 

RYAN: Oh, well, in that case, you'll actually need me. Otherwise, your side won't even outnumber the blacks. Thank you, my dear.  Half-past seven.  Oh, what was that The Beatles sang? “We can work it out, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. We can work it out.“

(In the study) 

JOEY: Mom did it.  Do you think it looks like him?

JOHN: Well, it looks a little grim, doesn't it?

RYAN: No, don't let me disturb you. 

JOEY: Not at all.             

RYAN: I hope you don't mind, but I've wrangled an invitation to dinner.       

JOEY: Marvelous! I'm delighted you're coming. 

RYAN: Thank you, my dear.          

RYAN: I'm very delighted to have met you. 

JOHN: My pleasure, Monsignor.

RYAN: See you this evening. 

JOHN: Certainly.   

RYAN: You know, you two make me feel quite extraordinarily happy.

JOEY: I'd better tell Tillie. If you listen, you'll hear her going through the roof. (to Tillie) I brought you the latest bulletin. Guess who's coming to dinner now?  

TILLIE: The Reverend Martin Luther King?

JOEY: You're so close.  It's Monsignor Ryan, so bake a second pie, will you?  You know how he Ioves your cooking. Oh listen, is the big guest room in order? Dr. Prentice wants to have a shower and change.

TILLIE: He does? 

JOEY: He does.   

MATT: Well, she's 23 years old. I guess she has a right to do as she pleases.  

CHRISTINA: Yes, but that's not the point.  The doctor said…

MATT: I know what the doctor said. Could we get out of here for a few minutes? Can’t we take a ride or something?

CHRISTINA: Sure. 

MATT: What are the others doing?

CHRISTINA: They're meeting Peter and Judith for a drink and then they're going on to the airport.      

MATT: Yeah, yeah. All right, come on.  Well, come on! will you? (In the car) Whatever happened to what's-his-name?  Homer? That lawyer?  I thought she liked him very much.  

CHRISTINA: Nothing happened to Homer.  Dr. Prentice just happened to Joey.

MATT: Hell, it was onIy last Christmas she said Homer had the inside track.  Isn't that the place where we got the good ice cream? Let's get some ice-cream.

CHRISTINA: Oh Matt, it's after 5:00.  You'll spoil… 

MATT: A littIe ice-cream can't hurt. 

  

(At the drive-in restaurant)

WAITRESS: Yes?

MATT: When I had ice-cream before. I had a special kind of flavour that I liked very much. But I can't remember what it was. 

WAITRESS: I'Il bring you the list.  

MATT: No, you must know what it is.    

WAITRESS: Daiquiri Ice? Honeycomb Candy?  Cocoa Coconut? Jamoca Almond Fudge? Mocha Jamoca? Peanut Butter and Jelly?  Cinnamon Banana Mint?

MATT: Must have been some other pIace. 

WAITRESS: Fresh Oregon Boysenberry Sherbet?

MATT: That's it! That’s it. I'm sure that's it. Bring me a Fresh Oregon Boysenberry.  Bring me a big one, huh!

WAITRESS: Right.                           

MATT: Will you have some Christina? It's delicious. 

CHRISTINA: No. Black coffee.   

WAITRESS: OK. One double Fresh Oregon Boysenberry Sherbet and one black coffee. Thank you.    

CHRISTINA:  You know, Matt, I think Mike was right that Joey is lucky. The work he's doing is, is so important. She'll be able to help him with it and share it all with him. It’s the best break any wife can have. You know, for us, it's all been great but do you know what was the best time of all? lt was in the beginning when everything was a struggle and you were working too hard, and worried and sometimes frightened and there were times when I felt, that I really knew, that I was a help to you. That was the very best time of all, for me.                           

WAITRESS: Ok. One black coffee. 

CHRISTINA: Thank you.       

WAITRESS: And one Fresh Oregon Boysenberry Sherbet.       

MATT: Thank you. Thank you. This is not the stuff. I never had this stuff before in my life. (Honks car horn) You know, it's not bad. Not bad at all.  I kinda like it. Fresh Oregon Boysenberry.  

WAITRESS: Yes, sir.    

MATT: When l had the ice cream before this isn't the stuff I had, but I like it. It's very good. I like it very much. 

WAITRESS: Okay.

(In the guest room)

JOHN: How do you do, Miss Binks? 

TILLIE: I got somethin' to say to you, boy. Just exactly what you tryin' to pull here?   

JOHN: I'm not trying to pull anything.  l was Iooking to find me a wife.   

TILLIE: Ain't that just likely!  You wanna answer me somethin'? What kinda doctor you supposed to be anyhow?       

JOHN: Would you believe horse?  (laughs)    

TILLIE: Oh! You make with witticisms and all, huh? Well, let me tell you somethin'. You may think you're foolin' Miss Joey and her foIks. But you ain't foolin' me for a minute.  You don’t think I see what you are? You're one of those smooth-talkin', smart-ass niggers just out for all you can get, with your black power and all that other trouble-makin' nonsense. And you listen here. I brought up that child from a baby in her cradIe and ain't nobody gonna harm her none while I'm here watchin'. And as long as you are anywhere around this house, I'm right here watchin'. You read me, boy?  You bring any trouble in here and you just like to find out what black power really means! And furthermore to that, you ain't even all that good-lookin'!   

(At the drive-in restaurant)

That was very good. If I come in again, remind me about the Oregon Boysenberry, will you?       

WAITRESS: Yeah, I sure will.  Thank you, sir.

MATT: Should we take home a couple of quarts for dessert? 

CHRISTINA: No, Tillie's baked some pies.   (Matt backs into a young man’s car by accident)

DRIVER: You stupid idiot! You stupid idiot! Why can't you Iook where you're going?

MATT: Sorry, son, but your car is so low I couldn’t see it…

DRIVER: Of course you didn't see me! You weren't even looking where you were going! Look what you did to my car! 

MATT: Alright! It's my fault.  My insurance…

DRIVER: Yeah, yeah. Who cares about your lousy insurance? I worked over three months on that!    

MATT: How much will it cost to have it repaired? 

DRIVER: Well look at it! Thirty or forty bucks it'll cost. Did you see it? Stupid old man!  He oughtn't be allowed out. He ought to be put away some place in a home or something.   

MATT: Here! There's fifty bucks! Don't bother to have it fixed. Buy a new one! 

DRIVER: Some of these old guys, they're senile! Stupid old man. There oughta be a law!  There oughta be a law!

MATT: What the hell is it today? Less than 12% of the people in this city are colored people!   I can't even have a dish of Oregon ''Boosenberry'' without running into one of ‘em.

(At a bar)

SINGER: You’ve got to give a little, take a little, and let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love.  You've gotta laugh a little, cry a little, before the clouds roll by a little. That's the story of, that’s the glory of love…

JUDITH: I can't tell you how happy I am for you. And the whole thing having happened so quickly.   You remember what it was with Peter and me. It took us three years to decide to get married and we'd been living together for two of them. To John and Joey.     

JOEY: John and Joanna. He won't call me anything but Joanna. I'm beginning to like it too. 

PETER: To John and Joanna. You know, where you're so lucky is in Joey's folks. Uh, Joanna's folks.  You've only just met them, but take my word for it: Matt Drayton really stands for something in this town.     

JOHN: Yes. I know the Guardian's always been a very good paper.  

PETER: It's a great paper, and he made it what it is. There's never been a public issue on which Matt Drayton didn't take a stand and spell it out.  

JUDITH: When exactly are you flying over?  Sometime next week?

JOEY: Just as soon as l can arrange everything.  

JUDITH: Why are you waiting until next week? Why aren't you fIying over with John?

JOEY: John? Why am I not flying over with you?  John? Why am I not flying over with you?

JUDITH: ls your passport in order? 

JOEY: Yes.     

JUDITH: Do you need clothes or anything? 

JOEY: Well nothing I couldn't get over there.    

JUDITH: Well then it seems crazy for you to be going all that way alone when you could go together. Why don't you both leave tonight? 

JOEY: Why not? 

PETER: Yes?

JOHN: Ah, (laughs) 

(At home)

CHRISTINA: Matt, it's 6 o’clock. In an hour they'll all be here for dinner and the doctor's plane leaves  at 10:45. No matter what it is, you're going to have to tell them how you feel. 

MATT: I need more than one day to make a decision like that. It's the silliest thing I ever heard of.  But I'll tell you this. l am not going to try to pretend that I'm happy about the whole thing because I'm not. And if the doctor's decision depends upon that, then it’s just too bad. And I'm thinking only of Joey's welfare. I have nothing against him personally, but he's a grown man. And he behaved irresponsibly in the first place by letting this thing happen. Now he wants me to be happy about a situation when I happen to know that they'll both get their brains knocked out. I'm sorry, but that's the way I feel. And I know how you're reacting. You're so wrapped up in Joey's excitement over the whole thing that you are not behaving in her best interest! (Christina walks out to the patio…)

(At the airport)

JOEY (on the phone) Yes, Mom. But there wasn't any reason not to go tonight. You can understand,  can't you, Mom? My passport's in order. There's nothing at all that I really need. And it won't take me an hour to pack. I’ll be able to be with him.  We'll be together the whole time.  Mom, they're here.  l can see them. Oh, they look like awfully nice people. His mother looks lovely. Well look, you break it to Dad for me, will you?

JOHN: Well, I guess I should have called you back again because there is this one thing I should have, I've been meaning to write to you about it. Yeah, there’s one thing I didn't explain, Dad. And I'm afraid it's gonna be kind of a shock. You see what I mean? Mom, Dad, this is Joanna Drayton. Joanna, my mom and dad.

JOEY: Mrs. Prentice, I'm so happy.                 

MARY: Miss Drayton? 

JOHN: Yes.

JOEY: Mr. Prentice, I'm very pleased to meet you.  

JOHN: I can explain. I can imagine what's going on in your mind but we can explain.

MR. PRENTICE: You can?  

JOHN: Of course we can. You have bags? Of course you have bags.  Well, let's go get your bags. Mama? What did your folks say? 

JOEY: All's well.            

JOHN: Did you talk with your father? 

JOEY: To Mom. But she'll tell him.

(In the Master Bathroom)

MATT: Tonight?

CHRISTINA: I thought l ought to tell you.

MATT: That's out of the question. This whole damn thing is… No, that's out of the question.  

CHRISTINA: I’ll tell you something else.  I couldn't do what you're about to do so I don't begin to understand how you propose to go about it. But you can't break their hearts over a drink and expect them to sit down to dinner.  

MATT: I know that. Don't you think I know that? I’ll have to taIk to the doctor.  I’ll taIk to him after dinner. Tell him exactly how I feel.  

CHRISTINA: Matt, I'm not trying  to give you an argument. There's nothing l can say that you don't know. It's important that you understand just how wrong I think you…  I believe you're making the worst mistake you've ever made in your… I think you're gonna regret it with more bitterness than you've ever known for as long as you live.

MATT: You're wrong.  You're as wrong as you can be.  Because I'm thinking of her and even the doctor is going to know I'm thinking of her. 

CHRISTINA: There's something else. I'm surprised it hasn't occurred to you. The doctor will accept  whatever you say to him because he's a terribly sensitive man and because he said he would accept it. But Joey won't. The most obvious mistake you're making is in underestimating your own daughter. She'll fight you and your whole attitude and everything you do and every argument you ever try to give her. And one thing more, until today, I would never have believed that I could say such a thing but when she fights you, and for what it may be worth, I'm going to be on her side.

MATT: Well I never would have believed I'd hear you say a thing like that.        

CHRISTINA: Can l get you another drink? 

MATT: No, thanks. I’ll get it myself. 

(In the car, on the way home from the airport, awkward silence)    

CHRISTINA: I wish we had more time.      

JOHN: What were you gonna say Mom?  

MARY: I was going to ask Miss Drayton how her father and mother reacted to…     

MR PRENTICE: Yeah. I wanted to ask that too.    

JOEY: Please call me Joanna.  Well they were shaken, all right. I don't think I've ever seen them so surprised. But the thing that really shook them was just that I wanted to marry anybody they hadn't even heard about. I can't blame them for being sort of stunned by it aIl. 

MR PRENTICE: Well, then you couldn't blame us if we were a littIe stunned, too, could you?   I mean, I wouldn't appear unreasonable if I suggested that the two of you were behaving like a couple of escaped lunatics, would I?   

JOHN: Dad, this whole thing happened so quickly it's like trying to ride a rocket. I mean we didn't plan it that way.  It just happened that way. It's a little hard on Joanna's folks and I'm sure it's gonna be hard on you.  We've got one evening to discuss it and if you have any objections, you'd better raise them in a hurry because in exactly four hours we're gonna be on that plane and gone. 

MR. PRENTICE: I don't think I could list all my objections in four hours. I think I'd need more like eight hours.  

JOHN: Well, you've only got four hours. So you'll just have to talk twice as fast. 

(In the foyer)

RYAN: Christina!

CHRISTINA: Hello, darling.  How are you?

RYAN: Forgive me.  I am a little bit early.

CHRISTINA: Ego absolvo te. (I forgive you) Come in.   

RYAN: You know, I don't like to be always repeating myself but how long is it since I remarked that I thought that you were the loveliest woman  I have ever known? You know, there is a kind of envy that is no way sinful. That's what I've always had for Matt all these years.   

CHRISTINA: What can I give you to drink?

MATT: Well, l like Scotch if, are we drinking wine? 

CHRISTINA:  Yes.    

RYAN: Oh. I’ll have  a little drop of Scotch anyhow. Equal amount of soda, please. Thank you. My dear, what's the matter? 

CHRISTINA: Sorry. We're in trouble. Mike we're in terrible trouble, terrible trouble. John told us, Matt and me, that he wouldn't marry Joey unless we could say that we approved the marriage with no reservations whatever. Joey doesn't know that he said that. Now she's suddenly decided to go with him tonight. She has her tickets. The two of them are on their way in from the airport with John's parents and neither of them knows that Matt has decided… Well, Matt has decided that he can't approve. 

RYAN: That's not true.  Please tell me it's not true. Where is Matt? 

CHRISTINA: He's upstairs changing. He's, he's not himself, Mike. 

RYAN: Excuse me. It's incredible!  

                         

(In the dining room)

TILLIE: Table all right? 

CHRISTINA: It's fine Tillie. Thank you.

TILLIE: Miss Christina, what's gonna happen?    

CHRISTINA: I don't know, Tillie.  I just don’t know.

TILLIE: You and Mr. Matt, you gonna put a stop to this damn nonsense foolishness?

CHRISTINA: Tillie , Tillie I don't want to put a stop to anything. He's a fine man. He's a wonderful man, and Joey is very much in love with him. And it isn't just damn nonsense foolishness.  

TILLIE: Well, I tell you, Miss Christina. The way you are talkin', I don't understand nothin' no more. CHRISTINA: Nobody understands nothin' no more.                             

(In the bedroom)

MATT: No, l don't think you're butting into something that doesn't concern… Damn blast these lousy laundries. I understand how you feel. l understand how everybody feels. But, you know, you have to understand something too. They've boxed me into a hell of a corner here. And no matter what Christina says, or what you say, I am not going to behave irresponsibly. I’m not going to tell them they can’t get married. I don’t even have the right to do that. But they don’t have the right to come in here and expect me to be happy about something any normal man…  Oh, for God's sake! 

RYAN: Matt, you're on the point of destroying all the happiness there is in one of the happiest families I've ever known. Have you any appreciation at all for Christina?

MATT: Christina? Have you any appreciation at all of how that woman has behaved today?  From the moment they walked in, she was for it, as though there were no problems at all.    

RYAN: But there are no problems that Joey and young Prentice don't know about. Christina has more respect for Joey's judgement than you have Matt. l must say

MATT: Oh, come off it! Come off it!  lf Joey came home with some fuzzy-wuzzy and said ''Mom, this is the man for me.''  Christina would say, ''Oh, really? How wonderful. Where will we get enough roses to fill the Rose Bowl?''

RYAN: I'm trying to remember where I've seen you so angry. Oh, yes. When you took nine shots on the seventh green.

MATT: Would you mind getting the hell out of here? 

RYAN: I think I know why you're angry too. Not with the doctor, whom you obviously respect. Not with Joey or Christina, not even with me. You're angry with yourself Matt.

MATT: You're a pontificating old poop!  

RYAN: You're angry because all of a sudden, and in a single day, you've been thrown. You're the last man in the world I would have expected to behave the way you are. You're not yourself.  You're off balance.  You don't know who your are, what you are or what you're doing.  That's your trouble.   You've gone back on yourself, laddie, and in your heart you know it.    

MATT: Now, listen, there's a limit to what I'll take, even from you.       

RYAN: For thirty years, there's been no man I've admired or respected more. You know that Matt. And for the first time in all those thirty years, I feel sorry for you.  

MATT: Now, damn it, that's enough! Are you really capable of putting yourself in my position? Unless you've got some kids of your own hidden away somewhere that haven't shown up in the record how could you possibly know how a father would feel in a situation like this? You don't know!  I happen to believe, i happen to know, they wouldn't have a dog's chance, not in this country, not in the whole, stinking world.  

RYAN: They are this country Matt. They'll change this stinking world.  

MATT: Yeah, sure, sure. Fifty years, maybe, or a hundred years.  But not in your lifetime.  Maybe not even in mine.    

RYAN: My dear friend I wish with all my heart you could be restrained. And if l were ten years younger to prevent you from going downstairs I believe I'd make some sort of effort to wrestIe you to the floor.

MATT: That’ll be the day, that will be the day. (Car horn honks) Is that the car? Did you hear a car?

(In the foyer)

CHRISTINA: Mrs. Prentice! I'm Christina Drayton. 

MARY: How do you do Mrs. Drayton? 

CHRISTINA:  How do you do, Mr. Prentice? I'm so pleased to meet you.  Come on in. Let me take your coat and hat.  And yours?

MARY: Thank you.            

CHRISTINA: How good of you to come all this long way to see us. Do go in.   

JOEY: What did Dad say? Did you tell him?  I’ll bet he was shaken wasn’t he?           

CHRISTINA: Well it was a surprise Joey.

JOHN: Does he want to talk to me?   

CHRISTINA: Yes, I'm sure he does John. Later.  Please come in. May I get you a drink?  What would you like?                    

MARY: May l have some sherry, please?  What a lovely room. 

CHRISTINA: Thank you. John, would you be bartender?  I'll have some sherry too. 

JOHN: Of course. 

CHRISTINA: Shall we sit over here? 

JOHN: What will you have, Dad?  Bourbon?

MR. PRENTICE: Thank you. 

MARY: You have such a magnificent view Mrs. Drayton.    

CHRISTINA:  Thank you. Please sit down.  Sit down, Mr. Prentice. Did you have a pleasant flight?     MARY: Very pleasant, thank you. The view of the sunset was breathtaking.  

MR. PRENTICE: Only took forty minutes.  Four hundred miles. 

CHRISTINA: It's incredible, isn't it? Matt, my husband will be down directly, I think. He's upstairs changing. And we have a friend of ours who's coming to dinner with us. Monsignor Ryan. I'm sure they'll be down in a minute. 

JOEY: Mrs. Prentice.

MARY: Thank you.

JOEY: Mom.

CHRISTINA: Thank you. 

JOHN: There you are, Dad.              

MR. PRENTICE: Thanks, son. Are you Catholics, Mrs. Drayton?   

CHRISTINA: Well, no, no, we're not.  I'm afraid we're nothing in particular. Monsignor Ryan just happens to be a very old friend. Do you come often to San Francisco?       

JOHN: (whispered aside to Joey) I've got to talk to your father.      

JOEY: There he is. Dad, I'd like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Prentice. This is my father.

MATT: Mrs. Prentice, nice to meet you.                        

MARY: How do you do? 

MATT: Mr. Prentice, happy to meet you.                 

MR. PRENTICE: How do you do?

MATT: May I present Monsignor Ryan?

RYAN: How do you do, ma'am? 

MARY: How do you do Monsignor Ryan?        

MR. PRENTICE: GIad to meet you, sir.             

MATT: Are you and John tending bar? 

JOEY: Yes.     

MATT: The Monsignor and I are both drinking Scotch.              

JOEY: Coming up.    

MATT: Sit down, sit down, sit down there Mike. Well, did you have a nice flight from Los AngeIes?

MR. PRENTICE: Oh, yes. Very nice flight.

MR & MRS PRENTICE: Only 40 minutes.

MATT: Only 40 minutes from Los Angeles.

RYAN: Terrifying. 

JOEY: If you're going to talk about flying you could talk about flying to Geneva because John and I are hoping to persuade all of you to fly over for the wedding. Would anybody like to talk about that  before I go up and start packing?

RYAN: I take it they've told you all about their plans?

JOEY: Of course we have. It's only when you're eloping that you keep it a secret.  

MATT: I don't know about you, Mr. Prentice but it seems to me that these two are rushing it just a little bit.   

MR. PRENTICE: Well, it seemed that way to me too.

MATT: It seems like that to you too? 

MR. PRENTICE: That's right.  

MATT: I'm certainly relieved to hear that. I was beginning to think l was the only one around here who had any…

CHRISTINA: I would like Mrs. Prentice to see the view.     

MATT: The view? What the hell are you talking about?  What view?  

CHRISTINA: From the terrace, before it gets too cold. Would you care to see the view? 

MARY: Oh, yes, thank you. I would.   

CHRISTINA: Good. Excuse us.  Bring your drink with you, that’s fine. Mrs. Prentice, have you had any chance to speak privately with John?   

MARY: Well, no.

CHRISTINA: Because it's important that you understand what's happened here and what I'm terribly afraid is going to happen. May I explain the situation to you or try to?  

MARY: Yes, please.  I wish you would.

CHRISTINA: First, I have to ask you, forgive my being so abrupt and so direct, are you shocked by the fact that John, that your son, is involved with a white girl?

MARY: Yes, surprised. It never happened before. I guess it never occurred to me that such a thing might happen. But it wouldn't be true to say that I'm shocked. Are you Mrs. Drayton? 

CHRISTINA: Well, l think I was at first this afternoon, because it came as a complete surprise to us too.  But now I know how they feel about each other. Joey's still very young, Mrs. Prentice, but she's not a child. And they're deeply in love with each other.

CHRISTINA: Mrs. Drayton, are you about to tell me that you'd be willing to approve the marriage but your husband won't? Is that it?

CHRISTINA: Yes, that's it.

MARY: My husband won't either. I wish there were more time if only so that we could adjust to the situation.  But the way things are, there just isn't any time. If we're going to accept the thing at all, it seems to me we'll have to trust the two of them and accept that they know what they're doing.   And, Mrs. Drayton, my husband just won't do that.

MATT: They seem to be having quite a conversation out there.

MR. PRENTICE: You know, it might do no harm if we could have a few words, Mr. Drayton. 

MATT: Yeah, sure. Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. We can go in my study there.  Will you excuse us, please? Doc, you’ll excuse us please.   

RYAN: I'll have another drink if you will, Doctor? 

JOHN: Joanna?

JOEY: No. If you'll excuse me, I'll go up and throw a few things together.  Like for the next ten years.  

(In the study)

MR. PRENTICE: Mr. Drayton I don't know you at all, and I certainly wouldn’t want to offend you. But are you some kind of a nut? Are you going to tell me that you approve of what's been going on here?     

MATT: No, Mr. Prentice, I wasn't going to tell you that at all. 

MR. PRENTICE: Because if you do, well, you may be a big, successful newspaper publisher and I'm nothing but a pensioned-off mailman but you are right out of your mind!

(In the living room)

JOHN: I have a pretty good idea of what my father is saying to him. But I wish I knew… You were talking with him upstairs Monsignor. Have you any idea what Mr. Drayton is saying to my father?

RYAN: Well I can tell you one thing about...  I was very sorry to hear that you intend to withdraw from the situation if you encounter any opposition.  

JOHN: She's up there packing.

CHRISTINA: John, your mother would like to speak to you. This is a mess Mike.  Where's Joey?                              RYAN: She's upstairs, my dear. 

CHRISTINA: I'm going up.                             

TILLIE: Everything is ready whenever you all are ready.        

CHRISTINA: Yes, well we're not ready, Tillie.   

(In the study)

MR. PRENTICE: Well! What you're saying is that you feel practically the same as I do about this.

MATT: That's right. But even so, Mr. Prentice, this is a hell of an unhappy situation for both your son and my daughter.  I ah, well I think it would be best if you talked to John yourself.

MR. PRENTICE: Humm… (nods ascent)

(On the patio)

JOHN: I said that if they didn't approve, there'd be no marriage. Yeah I, I set the terms, Mama.                              

MARY: They don't disapprove. Only Mr. Drayton.  

JOHN: Are you sure?        

MARY: She said she'd even drive the two of you to the airport. John, I've lived with your father for almost 40 years. God willing, there'll be a lot more. And even though I've only known about this situation for one hour I feel the same way Mrs. Drayton does. She says Joanna will never give you up. I guess, it depends upon how much you want her.    

JOHN: Want her? I want her, Mama. You know what it's been like for me these past eight years?  I feIt like I never wanted anybody again.  But, Mama, these last few days with her it's like I'm alive again and it's marvelous.

MATT: Excuse me, Doctor. Your father wants to talk to you.   

JOHN: Does he? 

MATT: Um, he's in my study. (John leaves) I've been talking to your husband, Mrs. Prentice.  He seems pretty much upset by all this. 

MARY: I know. Your wife says you are too, Mr. Drayton.

MATT: Not upset, exactly.  It's a very difficult problem.  

MARY: For whom?  For you and my husband? l think you'll solve your problem, all right. All you have to do is tell them you're against them.  That's all.  And you'll have no problem.    

MATT: You're not going to tell me you're happy about this relationship?  

MARY: This is not a night for talking about happiness.  This is an unhappy night. 

MATT: You've been talking to Christina.  I know how she feels.  Can you imagine for one minute that I want to see either one of them hurt?

MARY: No, no more than my husband does.  But hurt they're going to be. Worse than my husband knows. I think worse than you know too, Mr. Drayton.  

(In the study)

MR. PRENTICE: I tell you he's as much against this thing as I am. Maybe more!  Son, you've got to listen to me! Now, I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life but you've never made a mistake like this before. You know that you've been nothin' but a source of pride for me and your mother your whole life but you don't know what you're doin'.  Now, this affair here it all happened too fast. You said so yourself.  But you've got to stop and think!  Have you thought what people would say about you? Why in 16 or 17 States you'd be breakin' the law. You'd be criminals. And say they changed the law. That don't change the way people feel about this thing. You know for a man who all his life never put a wrong foot anywhere you're way out of line boy!

JOHN: That's for me to decide, man.  So just shut up and let me…

MR. PRENTICE: You don't say that to me!  You haven't got the right to ever say a thing like that to me.  Not after what I've been to you! And you know that, and I know that.  Yeah, I know what you are and what you've made of yourself. But you know I worked my ass off to get the money to buy you all the chances you had!  You know how far I carried that bag in 30 years? 75,000 miles.  And mowin' lawns in the dark so you wouldn't have to be stokin' furnaces and could bear down on the books.  I tell you there were things your mother should have had that she insisted go instead for you. And I don't mean fancy things. I mean a decent coat.  A lousy coat! And you're gonna tell me that means nothin' to you and you could break your mother's heart?  

(On the patio)

MARY: What happens to men when they grow old?  Why do they forget everything? I believe those two young people need each other like they need the air to breathe in.  Anybody can see that by just looking at them.  But you and my husband are… You might as well be blind men. You can only see that they have a problem. But do you really know what's happened to them? How they feel about each other?  I believe that men grow old.  And when the… when sexual things no longer matter to them, they forget it all.  Forget what true passion is.  If you ever felt what my son feels for your daughter, you've forgotten everything about it, my husband too.  You knew once but that was a Iong time ago.  Now the two of you don't know. And the strange thing for your wife and me is that you don't even remember.  lf you did, how could you do what you are doing? 

(In the study)  

MR. PRENTICE: Well l don't care what your mother says.  Maybe she's gone haywire too.  This is between you and me.

JOHN: That's the first thing you've said that makes any sense because that's exactly where it's at.                              

MR. PRENTICE: Yeah and what l mean to say is…

JOHN: No, you've said what you had to say.  You listen to me.  You say you don't want to tell me how to live my life?  So what do you think you've been doing?  You tell me what rights I've got or haven't got and what I owe to you for what you've done for me.  Let me tell you something.                              I owe you nothing. If you carried that bag a million miles you did what you were supposed to do because you brought me into this world and from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me, like I will owe my son if I ever have another. But you don't own me.  You can't tell me when or where I'm out of line or try to get me to live my life according to your rules.  You don't even know what I am, Dad.  You don't know who l am, how I feel, what I think.  And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life, you would never understand.  You are 30 years older than I am.  You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be!  And not until your whole generation has Iain down and died will the deadweight of you be off our backs!  You understand?  You've got to get off my back.  Dad, Dad, you're my father.  I'm your son.  I love you. I always have and I always will.  But you think of yourself as a coloured man.  I think of myself as a man.  Now, I've got a decision to make.  And I've got to make it alone.  And I gotta make it in a hurry.  So would you go out there and see after my mother?

(On the patio, Matt is in silent contemplation.)

(In Joey’s bedroom)

JOEY: Mom! You've just got to talk John's parents into flying over with you!  It would mean so much to John  to have them there and I know they can afford it.  You know, I think John's father is gonna make it a bit rough for him.  Did you see his expression when he walked off to have a talk with Dad?  But isn't she lovely? Don't you like her already? 

CHRISTINA: Yes, darling, I do.  She's a good one.

JOEY: When John's father first saw that I was a white girl thought he was going to faint.

CHRISTINA: What about your own father?  Yes, that was funny, wasn't it?  Oh, Mom, isn't this thrilling?  Aren't you just...?

CHRISTINA: Yes, darling, l am, just...

(On the patio, Matt continues to think and pace around)

(In the living room)

RYAN: I should be able to say something to you, Mrs. Prentice.  In my trade, there are a hundred cliche phrases of comfort for every human condition. But in the midst of this heartbreaking distress I must admit I'm completely stumped.  There's simply nothing I could say. 

MR. PRENTICE: Mary, you've just got to understand…  

MARY: Please, John.  The monsignor is right.  Please say no more.

(On the patio) 

MATT: (to himself) I’ll be a son of a bitch!  (Turns and goes into the study.)

JOHN: Close the door, Mr. Drayton.  You didn't have the guts to tell me face-to-face, did you?                              

MATT: Now before you start telling me how much guts I've got I told you I'd have something to say.  Now I'm ready to say it.  Are you gonna stay in here?  (He exits)

(In Joey’s bedroom)

CHRISTINA: Joey? You know that I'm completely sympathetic, don't you?  You know that I have

no reservations about anything. And that whatever makes you happy is my happiness too.

JOEY: Of course I know that.

CHRISTINA: Then listen to me, darling. There's something I have to tell you about this situation which you don't really…

MATT: (yelling upstairs) Christina! What are you doing up there? Joey! Come on down here, both of you!  How about your glasses?  Can I get you a drink, Mr. and Mrs. Prentice? 

MR. PRENTICE: No, thank you.   

MATT: John? (John shakes his head.) Mike? No, you've had enough as it is already.     

JOEY: Dad? What's going on?      

MATT: There's something I want to say and I'd like you to sit down see if you can keep quiet for once in your life.  Please, sit down, John.  Sit down, Chris, please.  I have a few things to say and you might just think they're important.  This has been a very strange day. I don't think that's putting it too strongly. I might even say it's been an extraordinary day. I've been out there thinking about the day, and the way it has gone, and it seems to me that now I need to make a few personal statements for a variety of reasons. The day began for me when l walked into this house and Tillie said to me, excuse me. Tillie!  This'll only take a second.  Tillie…               

TILLIE: Everything's been ready for…

MATT: I know.  Alright. Sit down, sit down.  Mr. and Mrs. Prentice, this is Miss Matilda Binks who's been a member of this family for 22 years and who today has been making a great deal of trouble.  Sit down, Tillie. Now, the minute I walked into this house this afternoon. Miss Binks said to me,  ''Well, all hell's done broke loose now.''  I asked her, naturally enough, to what she referred and she said, ''You'll see.''  And I did.  Then after some preliminary guessing games, at which l was never very good, it was explained to me by my daughter that she intended to get married, and that her intended was a young man whom I had never met, who happened to be a Negro.  Well I think it's fair to say that I responded to this news in the same manner that any normal father would respond to it unless, of course, his daughter happened to be a Negro too. ln a word, I was flabbergasted, and while I was still being flabbergasted I was informed by my daughter, a very determined young woman, much like her mother, that the marriage was on no matter what her mother and I might feel about it.  Then the next rather startling development occurred when you walked in and said that unless we, her mother and I, approved of the marriage, there would be no marriage.  

JOEY: You didn't!  What a funny thing to do.   

MATT: Joey, this may be the last chance I’ll ever have to tell you to do anything.  So I'm telling you, shut up!  Now, it became clear that we had one single day to make up our minds as to how we felt about this whole situation.  So what happened?  My wife, typically enough decided to simply ignore every practical aspect of the situation and was carried away in some kind of romantic haze which made her, in my view, totally inaccessible to anything in the way of reason.  Now I have not as yet referred to His Reverence who began by forcing his way into the situation and then insulting my intelligence by mouthing 300 platitudes and ending just a half hour ago by coming to my room and challenging me to a wrestling match.  What time is your plane? 

JOHN: 10:45.

MATT: Right.  Now, Mr. Prentice, clearly a most reasonable man, says he has no wish to offend me, but wants to know if I'm some kind of a nut.  And Mrs. Prentice says, that like her husband, I'm a burnt-out old shell of a man who cannot even remember what it's like to love a woman the way her son loves my daughter.  And strange as it seems that's the first statement made to me all day with which l am prepared to take issue.  Because I think you're wrong.  You're as wrong as you can be.  I admit that I hadn't considered it, hadn't even thought about it but I know exactly how he feels about her.  And there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that your son feels for my daughter that I didn't feel for Christina. Old? Yes.  Burnt out? Certainly.  But I can tell you the memories are still there, clear, intact, indestructible, and they'll be there if I live to be 110.  Where John made his mistake, I think was attaching so much importance to what her mother and I might think.  Because in the final analysis,  it doesn't matter a damn what we think.  The only thing that matters is what they feel and how much they feel, for each other.  And if it's half of what we felt that's everything.  As for you two and the problems you're going to have they seem almost unimaginable.  But you'll have no problem with me.  And I think that when Christina and I and your mother have some time to work on him, you'll have no problem with your father, John.  But you do know, I'm sure you know, what you're up against. There'll be a hundred million people right here in this country who'll be shocked and offended and appalled at the two of you.  And the two of you will just have to ride that out, maybe every day for the rest of your lives.  You can try to ignore those people, or you can feel sorry for them and for their prejudices, and their bigotry, and their blind hatreds, and stupid fears.  But where necessary you'll just have to cling tight to each other and say screw all those people!  Anybody could make a case, and a hell of a good case, against your getting married.  The arguments are so obvious that nobody has to make them.  But you're two wonderful people who happened to fall in love and happen to have a pigmentation problem.  And I think that now, no matter what kind of a case some bastard could make against your getting married, there would be only one thing worse.  And that would be if, knowing what you two are, knowing what you two have, and knowing what you two feel, you didn't get married. Well, Tillie, when the hell are we gonna get some dinner?                  

                                                            

                                                             You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
                                                             And let the clouds roll by a little. 
                                                             That's the story of, that's the glory of love.

                                                             As long as there's the two of us,
                                                             We've got the world and all it's charms.
                                                             And when the world is through with us,
                                                             We've got each other's arms.  

                                                             You've got to win a little, lose a little,
                                                             And always have the blues a little.
                                                             That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
                                                            

The End