Darryl Hickman: Raymond Pringle

Kiss and Tell

Raymond Pringle

Raymomd Pringle: Why are you driving me home? I wasn't selling kisses. I think it's all very dumb.
Corliss Archer: Oh, Mother, I don't see why you're making such a fuss about it. After all, it was only -
Janet Archer: Be quiet, Corliss.
Mildred Pringle: I'm sorry you're upset, Mother, but I don't see any harm in what we did.
Janet Archer: Perhaps not, but you're nearly eighteen and Corliss isn't even sixteen yet. Besides, Corliss has been brought up quite differently.
Dorothy Pringle: I resent that remark.

Janet Archer: [to Corliss] I don't see how you could let Mildred persuade you to do such a thing?
Dorothy Pringle: Now just a moment, Janet. As I understand it, the whole idea originated with Corliss.
Corliss Archer: As a matter of fact, it was Dexter who started it all.
Dexter Franklin: Me?
[hits his head on the top of the car]
Dexter Franklin: Ow. Holy cow, you must be crazy!
Raymomd Pringle: I think it's all very dumb. What does it matter whose idea it was?
Dorothy Pringle: You be quiet. It matters a great deal.
Raymomd Pringle: No kidding, Mrs. Archer, selling kisses is recognized as a perfectly legitimate -
Janet Archer: I don't want to discuss it, Raymond.
Corliss Archer: Mother, if you'd only listen.
Mildred Pringle: It was for a very noble cause.
Raymomd Pringle: I think it's all very dumb.
Janet Archer: When we get home, Dorothy, if you'd care to come in where we can thresh this out properly -
Dorothy Pringle: No, thank you, Janet. I have no desire to intrude where my daughter is considered a contaminating influence.
Mildred Pringle: Mother, please!
Janet Archer: Why, Dorothy, I never said -
Dorothy Pringle: Oh, yes, you did. Those were your very words, Janet. And I, for one, am not likely to forget them.
Raymomd Pringle: Let's turn on the radio, this conversation's getting nowhere fast.

Raymomd Pringle: [to Corliss who's crying in the garden] You're quite emotional, aren't you? Most women are. I think it's dumb. Mother's having hysterics, too. Pop's swearing to beat the band. Words even I never heard before. Mildred's crying her eyes out.
Lt. Lenny Archer: [looking up when Mildred's name is mentioned] Why, what's the matter?
Raymomd Pringle: Oh, they're picking on her.
Lt. Lenny Archer: What for?
Raymomd Pringle: Well, it's really very funny. You see, she just got back after being gone all day, and she won't say where she was and -
Lt. Lenny Archer: Go on, go on.
Raymomd Pringle: Now Pop's beginning to think maybe she is leading people astray after all.

Raymomd Pringle: [reading a telegram over Mildred's shoulder] Hey Mom, Pop. Gee, whiz, imagine that. Three zeros shot down!
Dorothy Pringle: By whom?
Raymomd Pringle: And Mildred's gonna have a baby!
Bob Pringle: By whom?