[first title card]
Title card:
For childhood, Saturday - free from school - is the most changeless of institutions - whether it is in city or village, or main street, or in those vital, teeming streets which were the Brooklyn of a few decades ago.
[first lines]
Katie Nolan:
This'll be the last of them now, Francie.
[last lines]
Francie Nolan:
Neeley ...
Neeley Nolan:
Uh-huh?
Francie Nolan:
Am I good-looking?
Neeley Nolan:
Aw, what's eatin' ya?
Francie Nolan:
No, honest, Neeley, I wanna know.
Neeley Nolan:
[after considering her for a few moments] You'll pass.
Francie Nolan:
You're sweet, Neeley.
Neeley Nolan:
Aw, cut the mush.
Katie Nolan:
Flossie Gaddis died last night.
Johnny Nolan aka The Brooklyn Thrush:
The poor baby. It was nice that her Mama got her all them pretty dresses.
Katie Nolan:
Only now the poor thing will have to lie in Potter's Field!
Johnny Nolan aka The Brooklyn Thrush:
But at least she had the dresses!
Francie Nolan:
[Johnny has promised to get Francie enrolled in the school she admires.] Bend down Papa.
[He does.]
Francie Nolan:
My cup runneth over.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
