Family Affair (1966) s01e06 Episode Script
Room with a Viewpoint
1
Now, Buffy, I've tried to tell you that I
don't know very much about little girls,
so you've got to understand that I can't
figure you out.
I'm not being naughty, Uncle Bill.
Honest.
I know you're not being naughty,
but there is something bothering you.
Yes, sir.
Now, you want to tell me what it is?
No, sir.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi.
Mr. French said that Buffy locked yourself
in.
That's right, and nobody seems to know
why.
You want to talk to her?
Well, we're not on speaking terms.
Oh.
Well, will you talk to Cissy?
I'm not on terms either.
You rang?
Yes, I'm from the telephone company.
Mr. Davis ordered a new phone installed
here.
Oh, I'm afraid there must be some mistake.
Our Mr. Davis is out of town.
This is 27A?
Yes.
This is the right apartment.
Well, then I'm afraid there's been a
clerical error.
I am sure that if Mr. Davis had ordered a
phone installed, he would have informed me.
My phone!
It's here!
Apparently, it didn't.
Right this way.
I'll show you where it goes.
Thank you.
Who's he, Mr. French?
A representative of the telephone company,
Jody.
It appears that Miss Cissy is to have her
own phone.
A phone all of her own?
Does Uncle Bill know?
Your uncle must have ordered it.
He didn't tell me.
Order me!
Mr. Davis.
Mr. Davis does not have to get majority
approval before making a decision.
Jody, this apartment is on the 27th floor.
How could your hands get muddy?
I was looking through the flower pots for
my turtle.
Where does one buy a leash for the turtle?
Bill, I feel like an intruder.
You're just writhing and all that?
No, be silly.
I want you to meet the kids.
Stand by for the welcoming home stampede.
Watch it.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, I'm home.
Well, they're not making stampedes the way
they used to.
That's all.
Welcome home, sir.
I didn't expect you quite so early.
Well, Miss Walcott was good enough to pick
me up at the airport.
You remember French, don't you,
Nadja?
Yes, of course.
Hello, French.
Where did you get this Walcott?
Oh, well, Cissy is very busy on her new telephone,
sir, and Master Jody is scrubbing in the bathtub.
Where's Buffy?
Well, Miss Buffy is very busy feeling
sorry for herself, sir.
Oh, that's not like her.
No, sir, not at all.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi, Jody.
How are you, Jody?
Oh, Jody, this is Miss Walcott.
What a handsome little boy.
Mr. French made me comb my hair.
Uncle Bill.
Hi, Cissy.
Oh, thank you for the phone.
It's positively out of sight.
It's what?
Out of sight?
Is that good, or Well,
from what I've been able to
translate from the teenage
idiom, sir, it's superlative.
Hello, Cissy.
I'm Letter Walker.
Oh, I'm very pleased to meet you.
Would you like to look at my phone?
Why?
Is it different or something?
It's the first phone I've ever had.
She's had plenty of practice.
Well, what's the matter with Buffy?
Who knows?
I offered to let her down at the weather
bureau.
She said, I don't care if it rains or not.
All right, let's look at the phone.
Come on in.
Well, haven't you got a hug for your
wandering uncle?
Hello, Uncle Bill.
Neat, isn't it, Uncle Bill?
Huh?
Oh, very neat.
Neatest, yes.
So, this is Cissy's room.
And mine, too.
Oh, of course, dear.
I'm Nedra Walcott.
I decorated this room, and the den,
and the living room.
Are you an interior decorator,
Miss Walcott?
Oh, she's one of the best in town.
But, Bill, lately, have you taken a look,
a good look, at your former guest room?
Why?
What's the matter with it?
Well, not a thing, except that I designed
it for male visiting business friends.
And for this pair of feminine young
ladies, why, it's ridiculous.
Well, we don't mind, Miss Walcott.
Well, maybe it could use a little fixing
around.
A little?
Well, I see a very feminine room to go
with a new phone.
A new room to match my new phone.
Oh, isn't it exciting, Buffy?
I guess so.
And for you, Cissy, it'll be very feminine
and very feminine.
And very grown-up.
Where do I sleep?
Well, right here, of course.
Your half will look like a little towel
house.
You got yourself a job.
Can I help pick out the materials?
Well, of course, Cissy.
And you too, Buffy.
I don't know how.
Hello?
Hello?
Yes.
Oh, yes, I see.
Yes, certainly.
Uh, long distance for you, sir.
Hello?
Hello, Uncle Bill.
Hello, Cissy.
Long distance from down the hall.
Oh, yes, sir, but it seems to amuse them
when we cooperate in their little games.
This is a great connection.
Sounds like you're right in the next room.
I just wanted to say goodnight on my new
phone.
Doesn't Buffy want to say goodnight,
too?
Want to say goodnight to Uncle Bill?
I did, in person.
What about Mrs. Beasley?
Mrs. Beasley doesn't talk on the
telephone.
She already said goodnight, Uncle Bill.
We'll see you later.
Bye-bye.
Bye.
I'll give you odds that five
minutes after Alexander
Graham Bell invented the
telephone, his daughter was on it.
But who would she have called?
Look what I've got.
Sissy's busy on the phone.
Again.
Busy?
But she's not talking.
She and Carol are doing their homework.
Oh, thanks, Carol.
I'll see you later.
A bulletin board.
Now you can pin up your boyfriend's
pictures.
And theater programs and prom
invitations and an autographed
picture of my favorite singing
group, the Velvet Vultures.
Oh, I don't think I knew them.
They're new.
We love their records, don't we,
Buffy?
At first.
Buffy, how do you like Sissy's side of the
room so far?
Mm-hmm.
It's all right.
Buffy.
Well, naturally, it's not meant to suit a
little girl's taste.
Where would you like these, Miss Walker?
Oh, thank you, French.
Put them right here.
Now, Sissy, I want your opinion on these.
Oh, I love this shade.
Don't you like it, Mr. French?
I'm not being an expert on shades,
Miss Sissy.
I wouldn't know.
Will that be all, Miss Walker?
One more favor, French.
Would you mind holding this up to that
cornice so I can take measurements, hmm?
Yes, ma'am.
What are you doing, Mr. French?
And what do you think I'm doing?
Playing Statue of Liberty?
French is helping us, Jody.
When you get finished decorating this
room, can you fix up where Dinky sleeps?
Dinky?
He's my turtle.
Well, that'll take a little thought.
A turtle has problems.
So do little girls.
How's the remodeling job?
Cissy couldn't be happier.
But.
What?
That's what I mean.
Buffy doesn't like anything.
You know, if she had her way, she'd fire
me.
Well, I can't figure out.
You think maybe she's jealous because
we didn't start on her side of the room first?
It's possible.
Well, of course, I keep forgetting she's
just a little kid.
I'm looking for grown-up motives,
and that's not right.
Oh.
Beware of man who figures out little
girls.
Maybe man can figure out big girls.
Why don't we start on Buffy's side?
All right.
Isn't it beautiful?
Now you can rock Mrs. Beasley to sleep.
Rocky makes Mrs. Beasley dance.
She gets sick to her stomach.
But don't you just love your new bed and
the pretty new curtains?
Yes, ma'am.
Cissy told me that pink and green were
your favorite colors.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, Buffy, be honest with me.
You can still change the color.
It's nice, ma'am.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Oh.
Two times one equals two.
Two times two equals four.
Buffy, want to come and watch cartoons on
TV?
I'm doing my homework.
You could watch cartoons, too.
Buffy?
Buffy, why don't you do your homework?
Can you?
Your bedroom on your new table.
Do I have to?
Well, no.
Two times three equals six.
Two times four equals Buffy,
I've been shopping with Miss Walcott.
Two times five equals ten.
Two times six equals twelve.
She says you don't like your half of the
room.
Two times seven equals fourteen.
Two times eight equals sixteen.
Buffy, you must be polite when people are
speaking to you.
Yes, sir.
I'm home working.
Two times nine equals seventeen.
Okay.
Mr. French, will you please tell Buffy
when she decides to talk, I'll be in my room?
Our room.
And two times nine is eighteen.
Two times ten equals our
Twenty.
For sure?
For sure.
You have my word on it.
Young lady, and where do you think you
might be going?
I might be going to sleep with Jody.
You will turn right round and go back into
your own room where you belong.
How about Uncle Bill's room?
Buffy, each of us has his or
her assigned assigned place.
Yes, sir.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Will you stop worrying about Buffy?
Kids get over everything.
Well, all this kid stuff is new to me,
Ted.
I don't know the difference between
heartache and stomachache.
Yeah?
Miss Walcott is here to see you.
Oh, send her right in.
Hi.
I got your phone call, Bill.
Hi, Ted.
Hello, Nedra.
I'll leave you two alone.
No, no, no, wait a minute.
This won't take a minute.
You need all the help we can get.
Buffy?
I came home last night and found her
asleep on the couch.
Oh, dear.
I can't imagine what I did, and yet I
seemed to have started the whole thing.
No, no, you didn't.
It's all started with the phone,
my phone.
Just a minute.
Did you say the girls share a room?
Yep.
There's your answer.
Buffy wants her own room.
Just like any other normal, average,
spoiled kid.
She's not spoiled.
A private room in her age?
Well, come to think of it, the rest of you
have private rooms.
What?
You know what I could do?
I could put in a room divider that would
be the same as separate rooms.
You just do whatever you have to do so
Bill can concentrate on dredging.
You know, you've given those kids a home,
food, and clothing.
What more do they want?
That's what I'm trying to find out.
I hope you're right.
A room divider.
This afternoon.
It's right in here.
Buffy?
Buffy?
That's fine.
I've got the money.
I know she's in there.
Buffy, dear.
The man is here to put up your room
divider.
Ask him to please go away.
Excuse me.
May I?
Buffy, come out here at once.
No, sir.
Oh, dear.
Buffy, please.
No, sir.
Buffy?
Yes, Mr. French?
We have just returned from the bakery,
and we have a box of chocolate nut cookies.
Put one under the door.
Hi, what's going on?
Oh, Buffy's locked us out.
Yes, sir, she even resisted our chocolate
nut cookies.
Excuse me.
Yes, sir.
Buffy?
Buffy, it's Uncle Bill.
Yes, sir.
In case of an emergency, sir, we could get
a locksmith.
Oh, I'd rather she came out by herself.
Nedra, you better have him put that thing
in some other time, huh?
Yes.
Buffy?
Now, you open that door.
Okay, if you say I have to.
Buffy, don't you know it's a very
dangerous thing?
To lock yourself in like that?
Yes, sir.
Now, I don't want you to do that again,
you hear?
I won't, Uncle Bill.
Bill, I'll wait for you in the living
room.
Okay.
Now, Buffy, I've tried to tell you that I
don't know very much about little girls.
So you've got to understand that I can't
figure you out.
I'm not being naughty, Uncle Bill.
Honest.
I know you're not being naughty,
but there is something bothering you.
Yes, sir.
Now, you want to tell me what it is?
No, sir.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi.
Mr. French said that Buffy locked yourself
in.
That's right, and nobody seems to know
why.
You want to talk to her?
Well, we're not on speaking terms.
Oh.
Well, will you talk to Cissy?
I'm not on terms either.
Don't worry about locking yourself in,
Uncle Bill.
I did the same thing when I was Buffy's
age.
Did you?
Why?
Well.
Hey, Cissy broke through.
At least they're talking.
Come on, I'll take you home.
Oh, I'll take myself home.
You better be here.
Hey, uh, you think I'm kind of nutty?
I mean, making all this commotion about a
little girl.
About a six-year-old.
Very.
But I love you for it.
Bye.
Bye.
I.
lost the key.
Glad I didn't lose our key.
They never get a letter up this time.
Well, it's good to see you two together
again.
Hey, I kind of got a hunch you didn't like
that room divider man, huh?
He was gonna do a bad thing.
Really?
He was gonna put up a wall between Cissy
and me.
No, not a wall, honey, just a divider.
I don't want to be divided.
Did it bother you that the room was
changed around?
No, because the room made Cissy change.
Me?
Me?
Changed?
It made you grow up.
Oh, Buffy, everybody has to grow up.
But she was growing away.
She started to grow away faster than I
could catch up with her.
Growing away?
Sure, you know, the telephone and all that
stuff, the bulletin board.
And lipstick.
Buffy, Buffy, I'm not going away.
And I'm not changing.
I'm just
Well, I'm just trying new things for the
first time.
It's fun.
Sure, it'll happen to you too,
Buffy.
One of these days, you'll find yourself
looking in the mirror and you'll be
putting on a brand new dress because you
got a date with a boyfriend or something.
And you'll say, there's Buffy all grown
up.
Sure.
You'll be sitting in front of the dressing
table rolling your hair up in curly.
Curlers?
Really?
It'll happen.
You wait and see.
Sissy, are you still the same?
Cross your heart.
Cross my heart.
Sissy, would you like to rock Mrs. Beasley
in the rocking chair?
Won't you afraid to go in there the way
Buffy is?
I don't think she's going to be that way
any more.
Good.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Thank you.
Now, Buffy, I've tried to tell you that I
don't know very much about little girls,
so you've got to understand that I can't
figure you out.
I'm not being naughty, Uncle Bill.
Honest.
I know you're not being naughty,
but there is something bothering you.
Yes, sir.
Now, you want to tell me what it is?
No, sir.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi.
Mr. French said that Buffy locked yourself
in.
That's right, and nobody seems to know
why.
You want to talk to her?
Well, we're not on speaking terms.
Oh.
Well, will you talk to Cissy?
I'm not on terms either.
You rang?
Yes, I'm from the telephone company.
Mr. Davis ordered a new phone installed
here.
Oh, I'm afraid there must be some mistake.
Our Mr. Davis is out of town.
This is 27A?
Yes.
This is the right apartment.
Well, then I'm afraid there's been a
clerical error.
I am sure that if Mr. Davis had ordered a
phone installed, he would have informed me.
My phone!
It's here!
Apparently, it didn't.
Right this way.
I'll show you where it goes.
Thank you.
Who's he, Mr. French?
A representative of the telephone company,
Jody.
It appears that Miss Cissy is to have her
own phone.
A phone all of her own?
Does Uncle Bill know?
Your uncle must have ordered it.
He didn't tell me.
Order me!
Mr. Davis.
Mr. Davis does not have to get majority
approval before making a decision.
Jody, this apartment is on the 27th floor.
How could your hands get muddy?
I was looking through the flower pots for
my turtle.
Where does one buy a leash for the turtle?
Bill, I feel like an intruder.
You're just writhing and all that?
No, be silly.
I want you to meet the kids.
Stand by for the welcoming home stampede.
Watch it.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, I'm home.
Well, they're not making stampedes the way
they used to.
That's all.
Welcome home, sir.
I didn't expect you quite so early.
Well, Miss Walcott was good enough to pick
me up at the airport.
You remember French, don't you,
Nadja?
Yes, of course.
Hello, French.
Where did you get this Walcott?
Oh, well, Cissy is very busy on her new telephone,
sir, and Master Jody is scrubbing in the bathtub.
Where's Buffy?
Well, Miss Buffy is very busy feeling
sorry for herself, sir.
Oh, that's not like her.
No, sir, not at all.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi, Jody.
How are you, Jody?
Oh, Jody, this is Miss Walcott.
What a handsome little boy.
Mr. French made me comb my hair.
Uncle Bill.
Hi, Cissy.
Oh, thank you for the phone.
It's positively out of sight.
It's what?
Out of sight?
Is that good, or Well,
from what I've been able to
translate from the teenage
idiom, sir, it's superlative.
Hello, Cissy.
I'm Letter Walker.
Oh, I'm very pleased to meet you.
Would you like to look at my phone?
Why?
Is it different or something?
It's the first phone I've ever had.
She's had plenty of practice.
Well, what's the matter with Buffy?
Who knows?
I offered to let her down at the weather
bureau.
She said, I don't care if it rains or not.
All right, let's look at the phone.
Come on in.
Well, haven't you got a hug for your
wandering uncle?
Hello, Uncle Bill.
Neat, isn't it, Uncle Bill?
Huh?
Oh, very neat.
Neatest, yes.
So, this is Cissy's room.
And mine, too.
Oh, of course, dear.
I'm Nedra Walcott.
I decorated this room, and the den,
and the living room.
Are you an interior decorator,
Miss Walcott?
Oh, she's one of the best in town.
But, Bill, lately, have you taken a look,
a good look, at your former guest room?
Why?
What's the matter with it?
Well, not a thing, except that I designed
it for male visiting business friends.
And for this pair of feminine young
ladies, why, it's ridiculous.
Well, we don't mind, Miss Walcott.
Well, maybe it could use a little fixing
around.
A little?
Well, I see a very feminine room to go
with a new phone.
A new room to match my new phone.
Oh, isn't it exciting, Buffy?
I guess so.
And for you, Cissy, it'll be very feminine
and very feminine.
And very grown-up.
Where do I sleep?
Well, right here, of course.
Your half will look like a little towel
house.
You got yourself a job.
Can I help pick out the materials?
Well, of course, Cissy.
And you too, Buffy.
I don't know how.
Hello?
Hello?
Yes.
Oh, yes, I see.
Yes, certainly.
Uh, long distance for you, sir.
Hello?
Hello, Uncle Bill.
Hello, Cissy.
Long distance from down the hall.
Oh, yes, sir, but it seems to amuse them
when we cooperate in their little games.
This is a great connection.
Sounds like you're right in the next room.
I just wanted to say goodnight on my new
phone.
Doesn't Buffy want to say goodnight,
too?
Want to say goodnight to Uncle Bill?
I did, in person.
What about Mrs. Beasley?
Mrs. Beasley doesn't talk on the
telephone.
She already said goodnight, Uncle Bill.
We'll see you later.
Bye-bye.
Bye.
I'll give you odds that five
minutes after Alexander
Graham Bell invented the
telephone, his daughter was on it.
But who would she have called?
Look what I've got.
Sissy's busy on the phone.
Again.
Busy?
But she's not talking.
She and Carol are doing their homework.
Oh, thanks, Carol.
I'll see you later.
A bulletin board.
Now you can pin up your boyfriend's
pictures.
And theater programs and prom
invitations and an autographed
picture of my favorite singing
group, the Velvet Vultures.
Oh, I don't think I knew them.
They're new.
We love their records, don't we,
Buffy?
At first.
Buffy, how do you like Sissy's side of the
room so far?
Mm-hmm.
It's all right.
Buffy.
Well, naturally, it's not meant to suit a
little girl's taste.
Where would you like these, Miss Walker?
Oh, thank you, French.
Put them right here.
Now, Sissy, I want your opinion on these.
Oh, I love this shade.
Don't you like it, Mr. French?
I'm not being an expert on shades,
Miss Sissy.
I wouldn't know.
Will that be all, Miss Walker?
One more favor, French.
Would you mind holding this up to that
cornice so I can take measurements, hmm?
Yes, ma'am.
What are you doing, Mr. French?
And what do you think I'm doing?
Playing Statue of Liberty?
French is helping us, Jody.
When you get finished decorating this
room, can you fix up where Dinky sleeps?
Dinky?
He's my turtle.
Well, that'll take a little thought.
A turtle has problems.
So do little girls.
How's the remodeling job?
Cissy couldn't be happier.
But.
What?
That's what I mean.
Buffy doesn't like anything.
You know, if she had her way, she'd fire
me.
Well, I can't figure out.
You think maybe she's jealous because
we didn't start on her side of the room first?
It's possible.
Well, of course, I keep forgetting she's
just a little kid.
I'm looking for grown-up motives,
and that's not right.
Oh.
Beware of man who figures out little
girls.
Maybe man can figure out big girls.
Why don't we start on Buffy's side?
All right.
Isn't it beautiful?
Now you can rock Mrs. Beasley to sleep.
Rocky makes Mrs. Beasley dance.
She gets sick to her stomach.
But don't you just love your new bed and
the pretty new curtains?
Yes, ma'am.
Cissy told me that pink and green were
your favorite colors.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, Buffy, be honest with me.
You can still change the color.
It's nice, ma'am.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Oh.
Two times one equals two.
Two times two equals four.
Buffy, want to come and watch cartoons on
TV?
I'm doing my homework.
You could watch cartoons, too.
Buffy?
Buffy, why don't you do your homework?
Can you?
Your bedroom on your new table.
Do I have to?
Well, no.
Two times three equals six.
Two times four equals Buffy,
I've been shopping with Miss Walcott.
Two times five equals ten.
Two times six equals twelve.
She says you don't like your half of the
room.
Two times seven equals fourteen.
Two times eight equals sixteen.
Buffy, you must be polite when people are
speaking to you.
Yes, sir.
I'm home working.
Two times nine equals seventeen.
Okay.
Mr. French, will you please tell Buffy
when she decides to talk, I'll be in my room?
Our room.
And two times nine is eighteen.
Two times ten equals our
Twenty.
For sure?
For sure.
You have my word on it.
Young lady, and where do you think you
might be going?
I might be going to sleep with Jody.
You will turn right round and go back into
your own room where you belong.
How about Uncle Bill's room?
Buffy, each of us has his or
her assigned assigned place.
Yes, sir.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Will you stop worrying about Buffy?
Kids get over everything.
Well, all this kid stuff is new to me,
Ted.
I don't know the difference between
heartache and stomachache.
Yeah?
Miss Walcott is here to see you.
Oh, send her right in.
Hi.
I got your phone call, Bill.
Hi, Ted.
Hello, Nedra.
I'll leave you two alone.
No, no, no, wait a minute.
This won't take a minute.
You need all the help we can get.
Buffy?
I came home last night and found her
asleep on the couch.
Oh, dear.
I can't imagine what I did, and yet I
seemed to have started the whole thing.
No, no, you didn't.
It's all started with the phone,
my phone.
Just a minute.
Did you say the girls share a room?
Yep.
There's your answer.
Buffy wants her own room.
Just like any other normal, average,
spoiled kid.
She's not spoiled.
A private room in her age?
Well, come to think of it, the rest of you
have private rooms.
What?
You know what I could do?
I could put in a room divider that would
be the same as separate rooms.
You just do whatever you have to do so
Bill can concentrate on dredging.
You know, you've given those kids a home,
food, and clothing.
What more do they want?
That's what I'm trying to find out.
I hope you're right.
A room divider.
This afternoon.
It's right in here.
Buffy?
Buffy?
That's fine.
I've got the money.
I know she's in there.
Buffy, dear.
The man is here to put up your room
divider.
Ask him to please go away.
Excuse me.
May I?
Buffy, come out here at once.
No, sir.
Oh, dear.
Buffy, please.
No, sir.
Buffy?
Yes, Mr. French?
We have just returned from the bakery,
and we have a box of chocolate nut cookies.
Put one under the door.
Hi, what's going on?
Oh, Buffy's locked us out.
Yes, sir, she even resisted our chocolate
nut cookies.
Excuse me.
Yes, sir.
Buffy?
Buffy, it's Uncle Bill.
Yes, sir.
In case of an emergency, sir, we could get
a locksmith.
Oh, I'd rather she came out by herself.
Nedra, you better have him put that thing
in some other time, huh?
Yes.
Buffy?
Now, you open that door.
Okay, if you say I have to.
Buffy, don't you know it's a very
dangerous thing?
To lock yourself in like that?
Yes, sir.
Now, I don't want you to do that again,
you hear?
I won't, Uncle Bill.
Bill, I'll wait for you in the living
room.
Okay.
Now, Buffy, I've tried to tell you that I
don't know very much about little girls.
So you've got to understand that I can't
figure you out.
I'm not being naughty, Uncle Bill.
Honest.
I know you're not being naughty,
but there is something bothering you.
Yes, sir.
Now, you want to tell me what it is?
No, sir.
Hi, Uncle Bill.
Hi.
Mr. French said that Buffy locked yourself
in.
That's right, and nobody seems to know
why.
You want to talk to her?
Well, we're not on speaking terms.
Oh.
Well, will you talk to Cissy?
I'm not on terms either.
Don't worry about locking yourself in,
Uncle Bill.
I did the same thing when I was Buffy's
age.
Did you?
Why?
Well.
Hey, Cissy broke through.
At least they're talking.
Come on, I'll take you home.
Oh, I'll take myself home.
You better be here.
Hey, uh, you think I'm kind of nutty?
I mean, making all this commotion about a
little girl.
About a six-year-old.
Very.
But I love you for it.
Bye.
Bye.
I.
lost the key.
Glad I didn't lose our key.
They never get a letter up this time.
Well, it's good to see you two together
again.
Hey, I kind of got a hunch you didn't like
that room divider man, huh?
He was gonna do a bad thing.
Really?
He was gonna put up a wall between Cissy
and me.
No, not a wall, honey, just a divider.
I don't want to be divided.
Did it bother you that the room was
changed around?
No, because the room made Cissy change.
Me?
Me?
Changed?
It made you grow up.
Oh, Buffy, everybody has to grow up.
But she was growing away.
She started to grow away faster than I
could catch up with her.
Growing away?
Sure, you know, the telephone and all that
stuff, the bulletin board.
And lipstick.
Buffy, Buffy, I'm not going away.
And I'm not changing.
I'm just
Well, I'm just trying new things for the
first time.
It's fun.
Sure, it'll happen to you too,
Buffy.
One of these days, you'll find yourself
looking in the mirror and you'll be
putting on a brand new dress because you
got a date with a boyfriend or something.
And you'll say, there's Buffy all grown
up.
Sure.
You'll be sitting in front of the dressing
table rolling your hair up in curly.
Curlers?
Really?
It'll happen.
You wait and see.
Sissy, are you still the same?
Cross your heart.
Cross my heart.
Sissy, would you like to rock Mrs. Beasley
in the rocking chair?
Won't you afraid to go in there the way
Buffy is?
I don't think she's going to be that way
any more.
Good.
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Thank you.