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Alexandra: Robbie, this new Walkman is absolutely wonderful.
Robbie: Richard and Marilyn bought it for me for my birthday.
Alexandra: They're so thoughtful. You are very lucky, Robbie, to have such a nice family.
Robbie: Is something wrong, Alexandra?
Alexandra: No, nothing.
Robbie: Yes, there is. I can tell. What's the matter? Come on, you can tell me. What's up?
Alexandra: I don't know. Something's wrong.
Robbie: OK, let's talk.
Alexandra: I received a letter from my parents this morning.
Robbie: Did they write some bad news?
Alexandra: No.
Robbie: Well, then why are you so sad?
Alexandra: I miss them. I miss them very much.
Robbie: I'm sorry. Alexandra. But I understand.
Alexandra: The Mollnas treat me so nicely, and I love being with your family so much... but when I received the letter with photographs of my family, I cried. I cried because I miss them all.
Robbie: You really miss your family, don't you?
Alexandra: Yes. I know I must seem silly. It's not like I have nobody. I like the Molinas very much, and they're so kind to me.
Robbie: Hey, why don't we go out for a cheeseburger and french fries? That'll cheer you up. And you can use my Walkman.
Alexandra: That's a good idea. But if we go out, please don't complain about your math teacher or your math homework. I want to have fun.
Robbie: So do I. I have to turn off the lights, or else my father will get really angry. He says I never turn them out when I leave. If they come home and they're on...
(Robbie
gestures like cutting his throat. Then a dog barks)
Robbie: Do you hear something?
Alexandra: Yes. What was that?
Robbie: It sounded like a dog barking.
Alexandra: It sounded like a dog barking right here.
Robbie: Yeah.
Alexandra: A dog!
Robbie: A springer spaniel! Come on in! Make yourself at home.
Alexandra: Oh,you poor little thing. Come here.
Robbie: Come on.
Alexandra: Poor baby.
Robbie: Where did you come from?
Alexandra: Her name's Gemma, and she belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Levinson. There's a phone number - 555-8448. Robbie, maybe you should call them and tell the Levinsons we have their cute little spaniel.
Robbie: I've always wanted a springer spaniel. She's so cute.
(Robbie
dials the phone...)
Operator: The number you are calling - 555-8448 - is no longer in service.
Robbie: The number's no longer in service.
Alexandra: Oh, you poor, poor baby. You've lost your family.
Robbie: We'll find them. Don't worry, Alexandra.
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Robbie: Don't worry, Alexandra. We'll find the owner.
Alexandra: How, Robbie?
Robbie: Let me think.
Alexandra: Gemma, sit. Good Gemma. Give me your paw. Good Gemma. This dog is well trained.
Robbie: With a little help from the ASPCA, the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. They're the ones. We once found a cat. She was caught in the branches of our tree. And Dad called the ASPCA. They came and solved the problem.
Alexandra: Robbie, let's call them.
Robbie: Let me see - ASPCA....Here it is. ASPCA Animal Shelter. 555-7700.
Linda: Hello, ASPCA.
Robbie: Hello, my name is Robbie Stewart. I have a lost dog I'd like to bring to you. How late are you open?
Linda: We're open till nine P.M.
Robbie: Thank you. I'll bring the dog over by nine.
Linda: Thanks. Bye.
Robbie: Thanks. Good-bye.
Alexandra: They're still open?
Robbie: They're open until nine o'clock. We have two and a half hours. Let's take Gemma by there now. They'll find the owner.
Alexandra: I hope so. I'm so sad to see this little dog without her family.
Robbie: I'm sure they'll find the owner. But if they don't, I'll adopt her. She's so cute. Look at those eyes. She's hard to resist .Don't you just love her?
Alexandra: I'd like to keep her, too. But I'll be going home to Greece at the end of the semester. She just wants love and affection.Come on, Robbie. Let's get her to the animal shelter, so they can find her owners quickly. Don't worry, Gemma. We'll get you home. It's not easy being away from home.
Robbie: Come on, Poochie. Atta girl! Let's go. We're off to the animal shelter.
Linda: Your name?
Robbie: Robbie Stewart. And this is Alexandra Pappas.
Linda: Your name will do, Mr.Stewart. Your address?
Robbie: 46 Linden Street, Riverdale.
Linda: Where did you find the dog?
Alexandra: She found us.
Linda: You tried calling the number on the collar?
Robbie: Yes, but the number's no longer in service.
Linda: And there's no address on the dog tag?
Alexandra: There's no other information.
Linda: No ID number. Without that, it's hard.
Alexandra: You will try to find the dog's owner.
Linda: Oh, we'll try, believe me.
Robbie: And if you don't?
Linda: Yes?
Robbie: If you don't... can I...can I adopt the dog?
Linda: Why, yes. If the owners don't claim the dog in forty-eight hours, then you can apply for adoption.
Robbie: How do I do that?
Alexandra: You really want to ?
Robbie: Yes. I'm serious. If no one comes to claim Gemma, I'd like to adopt her.
Linda: It's not difficult.
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Linda: OK. If you want to adopt an animal, first we need to know some references.
Robbie: References? People we know?
Linda: Friends, teachers... We need to talk to some people about you We want to be sure that you're responsible and that you can take good care of an animal. Then you have to till out this form about your family background.
Robbie: Is that it?
Linda: No, there's more. We need to know about your history with animals. Have you ever owned an animal?
Robbie: Yes. We had a cat when I was eight years old. I love cats.
Linda: Do you have any animals now?
Robbie: Unfortunately, no.
Alexandra: Anything else?
Linda: We also like to know your reasons for wanting an animal.
Alexandra: Just to hold it and cuddle with it. Just to have as a pet I love animals.
Robbie: To have a friend-a pal. You know, man's best friend is his dog.
Linda: And one thing more. If you're under twenty-one years of age...
Robbie: That's me.
Linda: Then an adult must sign for you.
Alexandra: Uh-oh.
Robbie: No problem. My parents will think it's a good idea. I'll be back with them.
Alexandra: If the real owners don't come to claim Gemma...
Linda: After forty-eight hours. But please call first.
Robbie: Thanks for your information and for being so helpful.
Linda: It's my pleasure. Nice talking to both of you.
Robbie: Thanks again. Bye.
Alexandra: Maybe the real owners will come to claim her.
Robbie: Her eyes look so sad. She must really miss them.
Linda: I see you're both animal lovers
Robbie: We are.
Alexandra: Good-bye, Miss Aborn. We'll call in a couple of days.
Linda: Good-bye, and thanks for bringing Gemma in.
Robbie: Bye.
Alexandra: I keep thinking about the dog-about Gemma, alone in the animal shelter.
Robbie: I know. But I promise you, Alexandra, the dog is just fine.They're very kind to the animals.
Alexandra: I know they are. I mean about her being alone. Even if they are kind to Gemma, she's still alone, without her family
Waiter: Ready, folks?
Robbie: Are you ready, Alexandra?
Alexandra: Yes, I'm ready. I'll have the chefs salad, please.
Robbie: I will have a cheeseburger, medium rare, with raw onion, and French fries, please.
Waiter: Anything to drink?
Alexandra: A diet cola, please.
Robbie: Ginger ale with lots of ice for me, thank you.
Waiter: I've got it. Thanks.
Robbie: Aren't you surprised that the animal shelter is so careful about finding homes for the animals?
Alexandra: No, I'm not.
Waiter: And a cheeseburger, medium rare, with onion and French fries .And a ginger ale with lots of ice. Salad dressing?
Robbie: Hey, I wanted you to hear my new sound system when the dog scratched on the front door.Let's finish eating, and then we'll go back to my house. I want you to hear my new tapes. I've got some great new dance music.
Robbie: Hello. Stewart residence.
Linda: Hello. Is Robbie Stewart there?
Robbie: This is he. Who's this?
Linda: This is Linda Aborn from the animal shelter.
Robbie: It's Linda from the animal shelter. Yes, Linda. Hi.
Linda: We have good news and bad news, Robbie.
Robbie: Oh?
Linda: The good news is that the Levinsons have come by to pick up the dog. The bad news is, you won't be able to adopt the dog.
Robbie: That's OK.
Linda: Come by one day and look at some of the other dogs. I'm sure there's one for you. Thanks, Robbie. And the Levinsons thank you for bringing their dog to us.
Robbie: Thanks, Linda. Bye.
Alexandra: The owners claimed Gemma?
Robbie: That's right.
Alexandra: I'm glad for the dog.
Robbie: I guess I am, too. She said if I come by, she'll help me fine another dog.
Alexandra: Come on. Let's dance.
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Philip: Molly, I need your special talent for handing special matters.
Molly: Like what special matters?
Philip: Well, I have a scheduling problem.
Molly: Yes?
Philip: I have three tonsillectomies set for Friday with Dr. Earl.
Molly: Yes?
Philip: I need to fit a fourth operation into his schedule. And...I know you can do it.
Molly: Who's the patient?
Philip: Carl Herrera. The boy has infected tonsils, and we should remove them as soon as possible.
Molly: Well, I'll try to arrange the schedule, Dr. Stewart, but it's not going to be easy.
Philip: I know you'll be able to take care of it.
Philip: Well, Mrs. Herrera, Carl will be perfectly fine after we remove his tonsils.
Mother: Thank you for your reassurance, Dr. Stewart. He's had so many colds and sore throats recently.
Philip: Well, It's a very easy operation, Carl. You won't feel a thing.
Carl: But when do they do it?
Philip: This Friday.
Carl: But Saturday's my birthday.
Philip: Well, we could reschedule the operation, Mrs. Herrera, but I don't want to put it off too long.
Mother: No, I think it's important to do it now. We can have a birthday party for you, Carl, when you come out of the hospital.
Carl: But it won't be on my birthday!
Mother: But your health is more important, Carl. Believe me!
Carl: I
don't want my tonsils out.
Philip: Nurse Baker, would you come in, please?
Molly:
Hello Mrs. Herrara. Hi, Carl. How're you doing?
Molly: Come with me, Carl. You and I will talk this over.
Mother: She has a special way with kids.
Philip: She sure does.
(Thursday)
Molly: Carl, does your throat hurt?
Carl: Yes.
Molly: OK. Do you want to get better?
Carl: Yes.
Molly: OK. We want you to get better, too. You'll have your tonsils out tomorrow, and you won't get so many colds anymore.
Carl: But if I have my tonsils out tomorrow, I'll miss my birthday party on Saturday.
Molly: I know. It's a problem, isn't it? Let me try to work something out.
Carl: What?
Molly: I have to think about it.
Carl: You're fooling me.
Molly: Oh, I'm not, Carl. Give me a chance to think about it, and I'll come up with something.
Carl: A surprise?
Molly: Maybe. But you just put on your pajamas and robe, and I'll think of a surprise.
Carl: Will it hurt?
Molly: No. There are other boys and girls here, and they're having their tonsils out. You'll meet them.
Carl: I don't want to.
Molly: Change your clothes, Carl. Everything will be just fine.
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(Friday Morning)
Molly: OK. Do you know how to play charades?
Molly: Frank, you've never played charades?
Frank: Nope.
Molly: Carl, you're sure you've never played? OK, Betty, Tim, and Frank. We're going to play charades. Frank, you can learn as we go. And, Carl, you join in at anytime. OK, let me think. OK, I've got one. All right.
Betty: A movie! A movie!
Molly: Right. A movie. OK.
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...
Betty: Sounds like.
Tim: Sounds like...
Molly: You got that part right. Yes.
Betty: Sounds like...
Molly: Sounds like what?
Frank: Sounds like no.
Molly: 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 it - show.
Molly: No...OK...
Betty: Snow.
Molly: Absolutely right, Betty. Sounds like no - snow. OK, a movie. Six words. The first word is snow.
Frank: This is fun.
Molly: Oh, OK.
Betty: The fifth word.
Molly: Right, fifth word.
Tim: Seven?
Molly: 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.
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
knew 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.
Philip: Hi, gang. Hi, everybody. Well, what's going on?
Molly: I sure I am glad to see you, Dr. Stewart. 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! And you promised me a surprise.
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(Friday afternoon)
Molly: It hurts, doesn't it?
Molly: You'll feel better tomorrow, Betty, believe me. Only one day, and it won't hurt as much. Do you feel like eating? Having some dinner? Oh, don't look so sad. Let me tell you about your dinner. It's ice cream.
Molly: Ice cream. All kinds of flavors. Chocolate.
(Betty
shakes her head, NO)
Molly: Strawberry?
(Betty
nods)
Molly: Vanilla?
(Betty
nods again)
Molly: Vanilla, too?
(Betty
nods, YES)
Molly: I see you're feeling better already, Betty. So you will have dinner?
Molly: OK, honey, we'll see to it that you have strawberry and vanilla ice cream. Just rest now. You need some rest to help you get better quickly. Hi Frank. How you doing?
Molly: Oh, come on now. You're a big boy. It doesn't hurt that much, does it? Oh, I'm sorry it hurts so much, and won't be able to have dinner. You're just going to have to have ice cream. Yes, Ice cream. Lots of flavors. Want to hear them?
Molly: Chocolate?
Molly: Then chocolate it is. One scoop or two?
Molly: Three scoops?
Molly: Then three it will be.
Molly: You want three scoops also?
Molly: Chocolate, too?
Molly: Well, I see you're feeling better.
Molly: Well, at least you're acting like you feel better. Three scoops of chocolate ice cream for Tim coming up. Hi, Carl. How you doing?
Molly: I know it hurts. But it'll be better tomorrow. In the meantime, what would you like?
Carl: Surprise.
Molly: A surprise? I promised you a surprise, didn't I? And it wasn't just ice cream, was it?
Molly: Your birthday is tomorrow, isn't it?
Molly: Well, maybe, just maybe, there will be a surprise. But first you have to smile. I just want to see one smile from you.
Molly: No smile, no surprise. That's the deal. No smile, no surprise. If you want a surprise, then you've got to smile first.
(Carl smiles)
(Saturday)
Molly: How you all doing? Well, I'm glad you're feeling better because we have a little surprise for you today. It's Carl's birthday, and we have Popo the Clown to entertain you. And here he is -- Popo the Clown.
(Popo
the Clown makes balloon animals and entertains silently)
Philip: Happy birthday, Carl. Happy birthday. All right everybody. OK, Carl. It's your birthday. What's your wish? What would you like?
Philip: Hmm?
(Carl
makes charades hand gestures)
Molly: You want to play charades?
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Robbie: Who is it?
Philip: Dad.
Robbie: Come on in, Dad.
Philip: I thought you might be hungry. I brought you a chicken sandwich and a glass of milk.
Robbie: I am hungry. Thanks, Dad. What time is it, anyway?
Philip: Ten o'clock. What are you working on?
Robbie: I'm writing a story for the high-school paper.
Philip: Can't you finish it tomorrow?
Robbie: No, I have to turn it in in the morning.
Philip: What's it about?
Robbie: I'm writing an article on the feelings about graduation.
Philip: And...how do you feel?
Robbie: Me? A little scared. And excited, too.
Philip: I felt the same way.
Robbie: The scary part's leaving home and moving to college.
Philip: Oh, leaving home is part of growing up. Well, don't work all night.
Robbie: I don't mind. I enjoy writing.
Philip: Well, maybe you should think about becoming a writer.
Robbie: Maybe I should.
Philip: You have lots of time to decide.
Robbie: That's the worst part-making decisions.
Philip: You'll be OK. Good night, Son.
Robbie: Good night, Dad.
(The
next morning...)
Grandpa & Philip (singing): "Hail to the victors valiant, Hail to the conquering heroes, Hail, Hail to Michigan, The champions of the West!"
Philip: Ah, good morning Robbie.
Robbie: Good morning, Dad.
Grandpa: How's my grandson?
Robbie: Fine, Grandpa. Fine! What's all the cheering about Did the University of Michigan another football game?
Grandpa: Better than that. Tell him Philip.
Philip: I just spoke with Charley Rafer.
Robbie: Who's Charley Rafer?
Philip: He's the Dean of Admissions for the University of Michigan.
Grandpa: And it turns out he's a classmate of Philip's.
Philip: We were both on the tennis team.
Robbie: Great!
Philip: It is great. He's going to be in New York tomorrow to interview applicants for admission.
Grandpa: And he's agreed to fit you into his schedule.
Robbie: But I may not want to go to Michigan.
Philip: It's one of the best schools in the country, Robbie. I studied medicine there. Your grandfather went to the Engineering School there.
Robbie: I know that, but...
Grandpa: You said you wanted to be a doctor like your father.
Robbie: Not exactly.
Grandpa: You couldn't pick a finer medical school than Michigan.
Robbie: Yes, I know that.
Philip: Let's meet with Charley at the University Club. Ten o'clock tomorrow morning. It doesn't mean you're going Michigan.
Grandpa: It doesn't mean you have to be a doctor. But the interview will be good experience for you.
Robbie: In that case, it's OK. Dad, growing up means making my own decisions, doesn't it?
Philip: You're right, Robbie. But, like your Grandpa suggested, have the interview.
Grandpa: And then make your own decision.
Robbie: That sounds fine.
Philip: I know it's sudden, Robbie, but this is an important opportunity. We'll head down there first thing tomorrow morning. OK?
Robbie: Sure, Dad.
Philip: I want you to know something, Son. I'm...very proud of you.
Robbie: Thanks, Dad.
Philip: Well, I've got an appointment at the hospital. I'll see you all at dinnertime.
Robbie: Bye, Dad.
Grandpa: Is something still wrong, Robbie?
Robbie: I'll be OK.
Grandpa: Going away to college for the first time always makes one a little nervous.
Robbie: I guess so. I'll be OK. I just need time to think.
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(The following day...)
Philip: Sorry, Robbie. Sorry to be late this morning, but, well, we've still got some time for a cup of coffee. I can't wait to see my old pal Charley Rafer.
Robbie: Neither can I.
Philip: So you thought about it, huh?
Robbie: Yes, I have, Dad.
Philip: Well, I'm glad. I knew you'd realize that this interview could be an important experience for you.
Robbie: I came to the conclusion.
Philip: That's very wise, Robbie. Very wise. Now let's head off for the city and the University Club.
Robbie: Thanks, Dad.
Philip: Thanks...for what?
Robbie: Thanks for hearing me out. And...
Philip: And...?
Robbie: And thanks for being such an understanding father.
Philip: Well, thank you, Robbie. Thank you.
(At
the University Club)
Dean: Philip Stewart! It's great to see you!
Philip: Charley Rafer - you look as young as ever.
Dean: You must be Robbie.
Robbie: Hi.
Philip: Yes, this is my youngest son Robbie. Robbie, I want you to meet one of the best tennis players on the Michigan team - Charley Rafer.
Robbie: Nice to meet you, Dean Rafer.
Dean: Well, are you as good a tennis player as your dad?
Robbie: No, I'm not very good at it.
Philip: Frankly, neither was I. Charley was the star of the team.
Dean: Yeah. Thanks. Well, how've you been, Philip?
Philip: Oh, working too hard.
Dean: Doesn't show. How's Ellen?
Philip: Fine, thank you. And how's Marge?
Dean: She's still giving the toughest English history exams in the school and loving every minute of it. And speaking of minutes, I have interviews until noon, so why don't we get right to work?
Philip: Can you have lunch with us later?
Dean: I'd love to , Philip, but I'm afraid I can't. I'm only here two days, and I have interviews with twenty-six applicants.
Philip: I understand. Well, thanks. I'll wait outside. Good luck, Son.
Dean: Did you bring your transcript from high school?
Robbie: Yes, sir. Right here.
Dean: Thank you. Please sit down.
Dean: I see under "activities" that you've been writing for the school paper.
Robbie: Yes, sir.
Dean: What kinds of articles have you written?
Robbie: All kinds - sports, editorials, theater reviews. You name it, I've written it.
Dean: Hmmm. Well, have you ever thought of becoming a journalist?
Robbie: A professional writer? Not until recently.
Dean: Michigan has a fine School of Journalism.
Robbie: Yes, I know that.
Dean: You seem to have some reservations.
Robbie: I'm a little uncertain.
Dean: It's been very nice talking to you.
Robbie: Nice talking to you, sir.
Dean: One piece of advice. The most important thing is for you to decide your own future.
Robbie: Yes, sir. Good-bye. Dean Rafer.
Dean: Good-bye. Robbie. Good luck.
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Mike: I had an interview today, too. I had a great interview with Admissions at Columbia University.
Robbie: Really? What did they say? Will you get into the school?
Mike: Well, they didn't say anything for sure. But I figure that with my grades and with my personality, I'll have no problem.
Robbie: Columbia's a terrific school. What are you going to do?
Mike: Do? I don't know. I also applied to NYU.
Robbie: You sound excited about Columbia. What's your problem, Mike?
Mike: Indecision. Indecision. It's not easy, and this is an important decision we have to make. What about you? How as your interview with Michigan?
Robbie: The interview was fine.
Mike: It's a great college.
Robbie: It is. My father would like me to go there. He and my Grandpa both went there.
Mike: Great medical school, too.
Robbie: I know.
Mike: You can follow in your father's footsteps.
Robbie: Ah! I'd like to follow in my own footsteps, Mike.
Mike: What do you want to study?
Robbie: I've been thinking. I think I want to study journalism to be a reporter - a newspaperman.
Mike: You do a pretty good job on the Riverdale High School paper.
Robbie: And I've been thinking about it a lot lately.
Mike: Have you discussed it with your parents?
Robbie: No. But I have to.
Mike: OK. Let's talk.
(That
night...)
Philip:
Hi, Son. Is everything alright?
Robbie: Hi, Dad. Everything's fine. I was just waiting for your to get home so we could talk.
Philip: Anything special you want to talk about?
Robbie: There is, Dad.
Philip: I'm listening.
Robbie: Well, I know you and Mom have given up a lot to save money for my college tuition.
Philip: We want you to go to college, Robbie.
Robbie: I know. I do.
Philip: But?
Robbie: Well, I've thought a lot about which college, and one of them is Columbia.
Philip: Columbia? Why Columbia?
Robbie: First, they have an excellent School of Journalism.
Philip: They do. And your friends are planning to go to Columbia?
Robbie: That's only part of it. It's complicated. I'll try to explain. Mike and I had a hamburger this afternoon, and we talked.
Philip: Yes?
Robbie: Well, we talked about a lot of things. He applied to Columbia, and his interview was very successful. He thinks he'll be accepted, and he really wants to go there.
Philip: Dean Rafer called me today. He told me he was very impressed with you.
Robbie: He's a nice man. He was very kind.
Philip: He told me you had some doubts about wanting to go to Michigan.
Robbie: Yes. I do. I'm just not sure about what I want to do.
Philip: That's OK.
Robbie: You understand?
Philip: Let me tell you something, Robbie. Something that might be surprising to you.
Robbie: What? Tell me.
Philip: Well, Grandpa wanted me to study engineering, like him. Well, I wasn't clear about my future, but I knew engineering was not for me.
Robbie: What did you tell Grandpa?
Philip: The truth.
Robbie: Then you're not upset about my not wanting to go into medicine?
Philip: I'm not upset at all. I'm just happy that we're able to talk about it.
Robbie: I am too, Dad.
Philip: I suppose you want to apply to Columbia.
Robbie: Yes, but I also wanted to apply to several other colleges.
Philip: I thought you wanted to go to Columbia.
Robbie: Well, I might want to go to Columbia. But I might not. I just want to be able to make my own decision.
Philip: You're a real Stewart!
Robbie: And if I think about it long enough, you never know...
Philip: Never know what?
Robbie: If I make my own decision, I might choose Michigan.
Philip: Robbie, you're something! You know, when I was your age, said exactly the same thing to Grandpa.