Christmas in Connecticut

- What's the matter, Jeffy?
- It won't go down.

Oh, my goodness, I told you.
The doctors are right.

My, you're so clever.
Little me is feeling mighty blue
tonight, Jeff.

What's the matter?
I heard that you're getting discharged
from the hospital in a week.

Maybe if I could get away,
you and I might be... I mean...

...I could cook for you.
Jeff, marriage and domesticity,
they frighten you, don't they?

- Well, to tell the truth, I...
- No, I know it, I could tell.

You're afraid of being tied down.
After the war, I mean.

Well, you see, Mary,
I've always been sort of a rolling stone.

I was an artist and a painter.
I've never had a home.

I guess I am a little afraid
of the idea of...

Oh, but, Jeffy boy,
a home is so wonderful.

Oh, I know it is, but the thing to do,
Mary, is to wait.

After all, who knows?
You may change your mind too.

Silly boy. If you only knew
what a difference...

...a real home would make.
Just to feel you had it
to come back to.

But you've never known a real home.
If you had, you'd feel differently.
You know, I was just thinking,
honey boy, that...

Oh, dear.
Not now. He's asleep.
- When are you two getting married?
- Oh, I don't know.

I'm afraid he's backing out.
It's because he's never had a home.

- He doesn't realize.
- Why don't you do something about it?

Well, do what?
Well, if he spent Christmas
in a real homey home, he might...

That's how Sally Jackson
hooked a Marine last year.

Yeah, but whose home?
Everybody I know lives
in a hotel or one room.

You have a problem.
"Alexander Yardley."
Why, of course.