Mike Beardsley:
[confronting Helen about her pregnancy]
You knew about it Christmas Day, didn't you?
[she pauses, nods]
Mike Beardsley:
And you still let Dad ship out.
Helen North:
Yes.
Mike Beardsley:
Why?
Helen North:
He wanted so much to go. Two people can't live with an ocean between 'em for the rest of their lives. And if you write him about it, I'll shoot you!
Mike Beardsley:
You would, too... Look, I'd just as soon he didn't know about this draft thing, either.
Helen North:
Why not? Can't we tell him anything?
Mike Beardsley:
No; I'm thinkin' about the Marines, though, and that would drive him out of his skull.
Helen North:
Oh. OK.
Mike Beardsley:
...Do you really want this baby?
Helen North:
Very much. You see, he won't have to worry whether he's a Beardsley or a North.
[Mike thinks a moment, then nods his head in understanding]
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