Another Language

Stella 'Stell' Hallam:
I've given up trying to figure out what your family thinks, Vicky. They just speak another language. I know this though: that I don't care any more what they think.

Victor Hallam:
Well, I care.

Stella 'Stell' Hallam:
You've always cared.

Victor Hallam:
When it comes right down to it, my family have a sense of values that's pretty sane and level-headed.

Stella 'Stell' Hallam:
Yes, I know it.

Victor Hallam:
You know it, but you don't believe it. Is that it?

Stella 'Stell' Hallam:
I do believe it, Vicky. And I believe also that all the Hallams in all the world are always right. They're so sure they know what you are - till after awhile they almost make you believe you're what they think you are. And then heaven help you - if you're not strong enough to help yourself.

Victor Hallam:
Stella, you're all upset over nothing. I don't see what you're driving at.

Stella 'Stell' Hallam:
There's so much you don't see, Vicky, that it almost breaks my heart.

[last lines]

Stella 'Stell' Hallam:
[Stella turns around to see that Victor has followed her out into the rain] Oh, Vicky. I'm afraid you'll have to get me a taxi.

Victor Hallam:
What for? I thought you liked to walk in the rain. I do.

[she takes his arm, and they walk off together in the pouring rain]

Umbrella Peddler:
[faintly at first, then louder as Victor and Stell get closer] Umbrellas! Buy umbrellas! Fifty cents umbrellas! Umbrellas! Buy umbrellas! Umbrellas! Fifty cents umbrellas! Umbrellas! Buy umbrellas! Fifty cents umbrellas! Umbrellas! Fifty cents umbrellas! Umbrellas!

[as they reach the peddler, Victor smiles and shrugs, and hands the peddler a bill. She hands him an umbrella, but he doesn't open it. Without waiting for his change, he tucks it under his arm, and they walk away, getting soaked]

Umbrella Peddler:
[dumbfounded at the big tip, the peddler pauses, but only for a moment] Umbrellas! Fifty cents umbrellas! Umbrellas!

Mother Hallam:
[Victor has left the house against his mother's wishes] Victor! Come back here! [she swoons]

Pop Hallam:
Don't bother to faint, Mom, he can't see you.

Mother Hallam:
[suddenly alert, and very irritated] Shut up!