What
though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind
William Wordsworth
Deanie:
I know why you've quit coming by...I've got to talk about it, Bud. All I've
done the past couple months is just - just sit home and think about it...
Bud:
Deanie, I want to tell you something. (He puts his arm over her shoulder.)
Every night after dinner, I have to force myself from going to the telephone
and calling you.
Deanie: Oh, Bud!!!
Bud:
Deanie, I think about you all the time but -
Deanie:
Oh, Bud!! (She melts into his arms and hugs him.) Where's your car? Oh, come
on.