I'll Be Seeing You1944

Mrs. Marshall:
Oh, I understood, Mary. When Zach said he was a stranger, you felt as if the words were coming from your own lips.

Mr. Marshall:
Might have happened to any girl. Could have been just Christmas sentiment. Good night, Mary.

Mary Marshall:
Good night, Uncle Henry.

Mr. Marshall:
Good night. Don't forget to turn out the lights, Sarah.

Mrs. Marshall:
All right, dear. So don't worry about making a scene.

Mary Marshall:
Well, I'm not worrying about that, Aunt Sarah. I was just wondering if I shouldn't tell him about me.

Mrs. Marshall:
Oh, not for the world.

Mary Marshall:
You don't think so?

Mrs. Marshall:
Well, why?

Mary Marshall:
Well, he trusts me, and it doesn't seem fair.

Mrs. Marshall:
Oh, there's no reason for it, Mary. He'll only be here for a few days. He's lonely, and you're making things pleasant for him.

Mary Marshall:
That's not the reason I'm seeing him, Aunt Sarah. Because I like him. I like him a lot.

Mrs. Marshall:
Of course you do, dear, but it isn't as if you were going to marry him.

Mary Marshall:
No. It's not as if I was going to marry him.

Mrs. Marshall:
I didn't mean it like that, dear.

Mary Marshall:
I know.

Mrs. Marshall:
Have fun, Mary. See Zach everyday, if you like. Act like any other girl.

Mary Marshall:
I try, Aunt Sarah, but I can't seem to make myself feel like any other girl. I just feel like me.

Mrs. Marshall:
And that's pretty darn good. Now you have fun.