Splendor in the Grass

[first lines]

Wilma Dean:
Bud...

Bud:
Deanie, please...

Wilma Dean:
Bud, I'm afraid. Oh, Bud... don't, Bud.

Bud:
Deanie...

Wilma Dean:
No... we mustn't, Bud... no... no...

[he gets out of the car]

Wilma Dean:
Bud, don't be mad.

Bud:
I better take you home.

[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:
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!

Wilma Dean:
My pride? My pride? I don't want my pride!

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.

Mrs. Loomis:
Ginny Stamper is too low for the dogs to bite.

Bud:
Deanie, you're a nice girl.

Wilma Dean:
I'm not. I'm not a nice girl.

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...?

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 ?

Wilma Dean:
Is it so terrible to have those feelings about a boy?

Mrs. Loomis:
No nice girl does.