8. Just A Cold
– So, what do you think?
– Eeny meeny miny moe,
Catch the monster by the toe…
– Muma Crumann is just great! The girl’s the biggest star ever! The cameraman is brilliant!
Brilliant! I’m so impressed!
– Yeah… so am I. Tell me, who was that fat chap with the big axe?
– You don’t know? He’s her father, of course. You have to watch closely to understand.
– I did, Jane. I swear I did.
– Did you? I think I’ve heard you snore once or twice.
– No, I did watch it! It’s… I’ve just got a cold, that’s all!
– Just a cold, eh? OK. But, be very careful, mister! Very careful, because I’m watching you!
I’m watching you like a hawk!
9. Reading Updike
–
Knock, knock!
–
Who’s there?
–
It’s the man you like to hate.
–
All right, my hateful man, come in. What’s up?
–
Not much. What are you doing? Reading? Are you all right?
–
Yes, I am reading. It’s Updike…
–
Updike? John Hoyer Updike? Son of Linda Grace (Hoyer) Updike
and Wesley Russell Updike?
Born
in Reading, Pennsylvania, in nineteen thirty-two?
Graduated from Harvard College in nineteen fifty-four?
The
famous novelist, essayist, critic, and overall refined intellectual? The cult author?
The Updike!?
–
Oh, stop it! You think that if I liked “Cut, Gut and Lots of Blood”,
I
can’t read Updike?
I can, and I do! And, I enjoy doing it very much! There!
10. Hamlet
– Hamlet. A poem by my son Johnny!
– To be or not to be?
The silly, silly bee!
To see or not to see?
Or swim into the sea?
To
eat or not to eat
That juicy chunk of meat?
I’m Hamlet, Prince of Danes!
I’m suffering from pains!
To talk or not to talk?
Or go for a walk?
Or hide under the bed?
The voices in my head…
I rhyme and then I scream!
Or is it but a dream?
I’m Hamlet, Prince I am!
I’m finished. Thank you, m’am…
– Oh, that’s beautiful! You are a genius, Johnny! Simply a genius!
11. Johnny the Fireman
– What is this, Johnny?
– It’s a book of matches and a can of petrol, mom.
– I can see that it is a book
of matches and a can of petrol, Johnny.
But why? What are you doing with them?
– I wanna be a fireman. I like setting things on fire. I like fire. It’s very bright and nice…
– Now, Johnny, you’re upsetting your mother.
We both know that you will become a famous poet and author! And don’t say “wanna”;
it’s bad English!
– Okay, mom. But, can I be a famous poet and a fireman and set things on fire?
Please? Please? Please?
– No, you cannot, Johnny!
– But, mom…
–
You’re
upsetting your mother, John. The discussion is over!
Go to your room and study Shakespeare! And take that finger out of your nose!
– Okay, mom…