This Side of Heaven

Francene Turner:
[Talking on the phone] Oh Birdie, did Seth put on his heavier underwear this morning, as I told him to? Well, that's good, I was afraid he wouldn't. He fusses so. Oh, he always says it itches.

Hal:
I know a swell place where we could get the grandest food.

Peggy Turner:
Mmm. Goodie! I'll bet there's a phone in there. I'll call home and ask 'em. I mean, tell 'em.

Hal:
Here's a nickel. Hurry up.

Vance:
Come on, get on your old lace bonnet and your fur mittens and your little fur tippet, cause we're going out and push over monuments and ring door bells.

Mr. Worthington - Interior Decorator:
I think this'd be simply gorgeous for the drapes, Mr. Hamilton. We could set it off with a little criss cross curtain of organdy and with a fluted ruffle and... tiebacks.

Walter:
Oh, hello Jane. Come in. This gentleman is just showing me some drapes. Miss Turner, Mr. Worthington.

Jane Turner:
How do you do?

Mr. Worthington - Interior Decorator:
How do you do, Miss Turner? Don't you think this is an engaging design? I made an overstuffed chair of that for Margery Delancey. Its been frightfully admired. Do you know her?

Jane Turner:
No, I don't think I do.

Mr. Worthington - Interior Decorator:
Oh, she's a precious ole thing. She's frightfully fleshy. No matter what she puts on, she looks like a busted sofa.

Walter:
It strikes me as a bit too gay.

Mr. Worthington - Interior Decorator:
Oh, no. Not at all. I've had so many customers call for that same pattern. And there's a nice number for a couch with a cushion, at that.

Jane Turner:
Well, don't you think its just a little...

Mr. Worthington - Interior Decorator:
Oh, no. Not at all. While it is a bit rococo-co, still, its vigorous in its colorings. Oh, I'm sure you can trust me, Mr. Hamilton. I won't go wrong.

Walter:
Well, just let me think it over tonight and I'll let you know in the morning.

Mr. Worthington - Interior Decorator:
Surely, surely. I'll leave them here and you can sleep over them.

Seth Turner:
Oh, what do women know about men's hats?

Seth Turner:
Oh, say Dad, there's something else I want to ask you.

Martin Turner:
How much do you want?

Seth Turner:
Fifty bucks.

Martin Turner:
What do you want it for?

Seth Turner:
Initiation fee if I make a fraternity. Of course, I may not make it. I got as much chance as any of 'em. You never can tell though.

Martin Turner:
Would it mean so much to you if you didn't make a fraternity?

Seth Turner:
Oh, of course not. I-I wouldn't care, only; well, its not so much the fraternity house and wearin' a pin and loanin' it to girls; but, it shows you got friends and that the fellas care for you and, and, makes you feel like you're somebody and you can prove it. Oh, gee, I gotta make a fraternity. Do I get the fifty?

Peggy Turner:
Where's mother?

Martin Turner:
She had an appointment with those picture people.

Peggy Turner:
Oh, maybe they'll send her to Hollywood and I'll make her take me with her so I can meet Clark Gable! Oh, but no such luck. Nothing ever happens in this family.

Peggy Turner:
Sometimes I wish I'd a been firmer with mother about not letting me be an interpretive dancer. After all, its my life. [Dances around] Look, Pop.

Martin Turner:
What's that?

Peggy Turner:
Spring.

Martin Turner:
Well, maybe mother was right.

Peggy Turner:
I wonder if in after years, I shall be to, to some man, what mother is to you? Going to miss me, ol' sweetie pie?

Martin Turner:
Now what do you want? I let you have your month's allowance this morning.

Peggy Turner:
Oh you suspicious duckie. Its not money. Yes, in a way it is. You want me to be economical don't you? Then, listen. Will you let me drive up to Counties tomorrow with Hal Jennings? Think. It would save ten dollars railroad fare.

Martin Turner:
You youngsters want to do things today that girls like your mother never would have dreamed of doing.

Peggy Turner:
Oh, but those days are past and mother still has such archaic notions.

Seth Turner:
What's going on?

Peggy Turner:
Jane's going to marry Walter.

Seth Turner:
Why did she have to pick that cluck?

Francene Turner:
[Mother walks in] What's the matter with you darling? Why don't you congratulate them?

Seth Turner:
What for? Why didn't she marry Vance instead of that wet smack?

Francene Turner:
Oh my goodness, in all the excitement, I almost forgot my good news. Martin, children, meet Mrs. Martin Turner, the new Hollywood playwright.

Jane Turner:
You sold it, Mother? "The Family"?

Francene Turner:
Yes. And I'm also going to Hollywood for six weeks at 200 dollars a week! I'm signing the contract tomorrow.

Peggy Turner:
You'll take me Mother, won't you?

Francene Turner:
And miss this year in college?

Peggy Turner:
Oh, I could learn a lot out in Hollywood.

Seth Turner:
I'll say you could.

Peggy Turner:
Oh, dry up!

Peggy Turner:
Here I am, old enough to go places and where have I been? To the flea circus and Coney Island!

Francene Turner:
Oh, you've been to Philadelphia and Trenton.

Peggy Turner:
Oh, Janie Jane I hope you're going to be so happy.

Peggy Turner:
Goodnight, Popsie Wopsie!

Francene Turner:
Toodle-oo.

Martin Turner:
Toodle-oo.

Birdie:
Is that you, Mr. Turner?

Martin Turner:
Yes, Birdie. Cheerio!

Birdie:
Cheerio!

Birdie:
i-I have to go somewhere.

Martin Turner:
Oh, I know. Pete.

Birdie:
Well, he's full of mischief but he's a perfect gentleman. Oh, Mr. Turner, before I forget, he was here at lunch just to bring these proofs. [Hands the photographs to Mr. Turner] That's the one of all of you and here's mine. He-he says he can get that stain on my apron out. I couldn't. Don't I look a little hippie?

Martin Turner:
[Looking at a family photograph] Say that is cute, isn't it. Look at Peggy. Doesn't she look sweet? Jane, there, she looks so dignified. And Seth is happy with his fraternity. Look at Mrs. Turner.

Birdie:
Well, look at yourself. You sure must have been handsome before I meet you.

Seth Turner:
Birdie, you better get out of here. This is positively indecent.

Birdie:
Oh, I don't mind. I like it!