In the hospital the next day. Now there are four children, including Carl. Molly enters and tries to amuse them. |
Molly: |
OK. Do you know how to play charades? [Betty and Tim raise their hands.] |
Molly: |
Frank, you've never played charades? |
Frank: |
Nope. |
Molly: |
Carl, you're sure you've never played? [Carl shakes his head no.] |
Molly: |
OK, Betty, Tim, and Frank. We're going to play charades. Frank, you can learn as we go. And, Carl, you join in at any time. OK, let me think. OK, I've got one. [She writes a title on a piece of paper. She puts the paper on a table so that no one can see the title.] All right. [She makes the charades motion for "movie" by pretending to hold an old-fashioned camera in her left hand and turning the handle with her right hand.] |
Betty: |
A movie! A movie! |
Molly: |
[She touches her nose with her index finger. This means "correct" in charades.] Right. A movie. OK. [She counts to six on her fingers because there are six words in the title of the movie. Then she holds up six fingers.] |
Tim: |
Six words. It has six words. |
Frank: |
That's easy. I can play. |
Molly: |
Good. OK. We've got a movie. The title ... |
Betty: |
Six words. |
Molly: |
Right. First word ... [She pulls her ear. This means "sounds like" in charades.] |
Betty: |
Sounds like. |
Tim: |
Sounds like ... |
Molly: |
You got that part right. Yes. [pulling her ear] Sounds like like ... [She shakes her head no.] Sounds like what? |
Frank: |
Sounds like no. |
Molly: |
[touching her nose.] Absolutely right, Frank. Sounds like no . OK. We've got a movie. Six words. The first word sounds like no . |
Frank: |
Row. Row. |
Tim: |
Go. |
Molly: |
Nope. |
Tim: |
Show. That's itshow. |
Molly: |
[laughing] No. ... OK ... [She acts out the word snow with her fingers.] |
Betty: |
[quickly] Snow. |
Molly: |
[She touches her nose.] Absolutely right, Betty. Sounds like nosnow . OK, a movie. Six words. The first word is snow. |
Frank: |
This is fun. [Carl doesn't think so.] |
Molly: |
Oh, OK. [She holds up five fingers.] |
Betty: |
The fifth word. |
Molly: |
Right, fifth word. [She holds up seven fingers.] |
Tim: |
Seven? |
Molly: |
[She touches her nose.] Absolutely right. Very good. The fifth word is seven. OK, we've got a movie. The first word is snow. Fifth word, seven. |
Betty: |
I got it! I got it! |
Frank: |
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs . [Molly shows the piece of paper with the title.] |
Betty: |
I got it. |
Frank: |
I got it. |
Molly: |
Frank, you got it. Betty, you had it, but you didn't say it. |
Tim: |
I know it. |
Molly: |
Carl, now you know charades. Why don't you join us? |
Carl: |
I don't like charades. It's for babies. |
Molly: |
Oh, I like it. |
Carl: |
Well, they're babies. |
Betty: |
You're a sore loser. |
Tim: |
Yeah. |
Molly: |
No arguing. Save your voices. Between now and tomorrow you're all going to have your tonsils out. And you won't be able to speak for a while. So save your voices till then. [She points to her throat.] |
Philip: |
[He enters.] Hi, gang. Hi, everybody. Well, what's going on? |
Molly: |
I sure am glad to see you, Dr. Stewart. [joking] This is a rough group. |
Carl: |
I didn't want to play charades, so they're angry at me. |
Philip: |
Why don't you want to play? |
Carl: |
Because I don't want to be here. I don't want my tonsils out. |
Philip: |
Why not? |
Carl: |
Because my birthday is tomorrow. My mother promised me a birthday party with a clown. |
Molly: |
But you can have one when you go home, Carl. |
Carl: |
But my birthday is tomorrow. |
Philip: |
I'm sorry, Carl. |
Molly: |
Carl, you'll have your party when you go home. |
Carl: |
But it won't be on my birthday! [to Molly] And you promised me a surprise. |