Phoenicia. A country of the ancient world, on the mediterranean, north of Palestine.
The phoenicians were great travelers. They colonized Cyprus, rhodes...
Cyprus, rhodes, and crete. Cyprus, rhodes, and crete.
Hey, you! Please! Catch it, will you?
- Gee, I'm sorry. What was it? - Music notes.
I'll just have to do them all over, that's all. I know Mr. Drago's going to have kittens.
I've a good mind to push it all in the river and let them throw me out again.
- Are you in the eighth? - Sure.
I've seen you. You sit two rows in front of me.
Boy, is that phoenicia a draggy dump.
Did you finish it?
I read some of it on the bus this morning, but not all of it.
Were you really thrown out of here before?
Not here. Two other schools, though, in one year.
For gosh sakes! What for?
- You're new here, too, aren't you? - Last month.
You like it?
They say it's the finest girls' school in the country.
I don't either.
- Gum? - Thanks.
You, uh, like Mr. Drago?
I think he stinks. Do you?
- I hate him! - So do I!
What about miss cooney? You like her?
Oh, I think she stinks worse than Mr. Drago.
You, uh, know many other girls around here?
Not many. Do you?
- Not many. - Oh, darn!
- Do you have rubber bands? - Yeah, listen.
- Haven't you? - No, but I've got railroad tracks.
- How long have you had yours? - Nearly a year.
- How long have you had yours? - Nearly two.
- When are you gonna get them off? - June, he says.
For goodness sake! Me, too!
- What are you doing Saturday? - Nothing.
Do you want to go adventuring?
- How do you mean? - I mean, like, jumping right out of your skin and being absolutely somebody else!
Not just pretending, but being somebody else.
Look, you know where the sailing pond is in central park?
You meet me there at 10:00, and I'll show you.
- What's your name? - Marian Gilbert. What's yours?
- Valerie Boyd. - Boyd?
Are you the one that goes home early every day?
I forgot. I've got to go see someone.
Hey, can I invite a friend for lunch some Saturday?
Don't tell me you finally found a friend in that little snob hatchery.
Merci very beaucoup.
How long should I leave the curry on?
- I'd give it another five minutes. - Mom?
Of course, dear. I've been hoping you would.
I'd like to meet some of your little friends.
- Thanks. - Better make it 10.
Maybe she can go with you aftennards to Mrs. Depaul's.
Oh, mom, I told you I'm not going to that thing.
Who's Mrs. Depaul?
She's a cruddy old woman who has a cruddy old dancing class.
On the contrary, she happens to be a very nice woman who offers these ungrateful brats a chance to meet some very nice boys every Saturday afternoon.
In case you're interested, I saw some of those "very nice boys" that go to Mrs. Depaul's waiting for the bus the other day. Trinity school boys.
You know what they were doing? Those "very nice boys"?
- What? - Burping.
They were having a burping contest to see who could burp the loudest.
You can't beat the upper classes for gracious living.
Did you see these Italian shoes in the Altman ad this morning?
I couldn't wear anything like that.
- Why not? - I guess they're too pointed. Ooh.
Good heel, though.
- What about that, there? - I rather like that.
Gil! Come on!
- What was it? - Bandits.
- This could mean death. - Especially to two beautiful white nurses.
You think we can make it?
It's our only hope. We must never be taken alive.
Here's the poison. Hold it in the back of your mouth and when they try to radish us, just bite down on it.
- When they try and what? - Radish us.
Why would they wanna do that?
Because we're two beautiful white nurses, silly.
My last thoughts were of him.
- Who? - Gregory peck.
Wait here. I'll scout.
- Did you see those eyes? - "X-ray eyes", they call them.
I hope I don't dream about 'em!
There's one thing I can say for my apartment.
You don't have to sit on granite there.
Oh, I'd be scared to death, Henry.
Well, I can tell you this for certain.
We're a lot more âx80x9dable to run into your husband in the middle of central park than we are in my living room.
No. Somebody might see us going in.
I've never been out with another man before, so you have to give me a little more time.
And you mean that we're never gonna be able to get together except on the top of rocks in central park?
Darling, we don't want anything to happen that would spoil our friendship, do we?
It's so beautiful the way it is, don't... Don't you think?
Then why don't we just keep it that way, hmm?
- Splitsing! - Splitsing!
- Splitsing! - Splitsing!
- What's this? - It's where I live.
- We splitsed a kid! - You did what?
We splitsed a boy on a bike. Never even touched him.
- Did you? - I didn't.
- Is this Marian? - I'm sorry. That's Emma, Gil. Come on!
Marian, I can't tell you how pleased we are that Valerie has a real friend now.
I'm very pleased to be her friend.
She spends much too much time alone, or with adults, which is even worse.