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Splendore nell'erba

Miss Metcalf: Now, what do you think the poet means by this line ? Deanie Loomis.
Wilma Dean: I'm sorry, Miss Metcalf. I... I didn't hear the question.
Miss Metcalf: Well, I know it's Spring, Deanie, but I must ask you to pay more attention. I quoted some lines from Wordsworth's Ode on Intimations of Immortality, Deanie. Did you hear them ?
Wilma Dean: I'm afraid not Miss Metcalf.
Miss Metcalf: Well, then I must ask to turn your text to page 380...
Wilma Dean: Yes.
Miss Metcalf: You read the lines to me. Stand, please.
Wilma Dean: "Though nothing can bring back the hour/Of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower/We will grieve not. Rather find/Strengh in what remains behind..."
Miss Metcalf: Now, perhaps you can tell me exactly what the poet means by such expressions as "Splendor in the grass" and "Glory in the Flower".
Wilma Dean: Well, I think it have some...
Miss Metcalf: Yes ?
Wilma Dean: Well, when we're young, we looks at thing very idealistically I guess. And I think Woodsworth means that... that when we're grow-up... then, we have to... forget the ideals of youth... and find strength... Miss Metcalf, may I please be...?

[last lines]
Wilma Dean: [voiceover] Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower, we will grieve not; rather find strength in what remains behind.

Wilma Dean: Didn't you ever feel that way about Dad?
Mrs. Loomis: Your father never laid a hand on me until we were married. Then I... I just gave in because a wife has to. A woman doesn't enjoy those things the way a man does. She just lets her husband come near her in order to have children.

Wilma Dean: No, mom! I'm not spoiled! I'm not spoiled mom! I'm just as fresh and virginal like the day I was born, mom!

Bud: Hi, sweetheart.
Wilma Dean: I suppose you wish I was more like Juanita Howard, don't you ?
Bud: What ?
Wilma Dean: I saw the way you were looking at her. I think she's disgraceful. Well, she stand there waiting for the...
Bud: Now wait a minute, wait a minute. There is no reason in the world why I shouldn't see her.
Wilma Dean: Then why were you speaking to her...
Bud: What ? You think I'm not suppose to notice her ? It's that what you expect out of me ? I'm not even suppose to know girls like that exist, eh ?
Wilma Dean: Bud, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bud, honest.
Bud: All right, you're sorry.
Wilma Dean: Oh Bud, please don't be mad !
Bud: I'm not mad, Deanie.
Wilma Dean: Oh Bud, Bud, I just can't stand when you're mad at me...
Bud: Oh, Deanie I don't know the matter with me lately. I always lose my temper. You're the only girl in the world for me, don't you know that, Deanie ?

Ginny Stamper: I hate it here! I'm a freak in this town. Everybody stares at me on the street like I was something out of a carnival!
Ace Stamper: That's cuz ya peroxide your hair and paint your face up like an Indian!

Mrs. Loomis: Did those doctors at the hospital say your mother had raised you wrong or something? Did they blame your father and me in any way?
Wilma Dean: I don't blame anyone, Mother.
Mrs. Loomis: I raised you the only way I knew how. The only way I knew how. The way my mother raised me... and I suppose the way her mother raised her. If I brought you up wrong, Deanie, I don't think you should hate me. I know I used to hate my mother at times... but I always believed she was right about things. Maybe she wasn't... but I loved her.
Wilma Dean: I love you, Mother.
Mrs. Loomis: I hope so, Deanie. You know it would be nice if children could be born into this world with an absolute guarantee they'd have just the right kind of bringing up and all lead happy, normal lives, but... well, I guess when we get born we just all have to take our chances.

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