The Boy Comes Homeby AA Milne
Format of Original Source: Play
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Candidate for Adaptation? Promising
PHILIP. Righto. (He puts his hand to his pocket. UNCLE JAMES shivers and looks at him to horror. PHILIP brings out his pipe, and a sickly grin of relief comes into JAMES’S face.)
JAMES. I suppose you smoked a lot in France?
PHILIP. Rather! Nothing else to do. It’s allowed in here?
JAMES (hastily). Yes, yes, of course. (PHILIP lights his pipe.) Well now, Philip, what are you going to do, now you’ve left the Army?
PHILIP (promptly). Burn my uniform and sell my revolver.
JAMES (starting at the word “revolver”). Sell your revolver, eh?
PHILIP (surprised). Well, I don’t want it now, do I?
JAMES. No…. Oh no…. Oh, most certainly not, I should say. Oh, I can’t see why you should want it at all. (With an uneasy laugh) You’re in England now. No need for revolvers here–eh?
PHILIP (staring at him). Well, no, I hope not.
JAMES (hastily). Quite so. Well now, Philip, what next? We must find a profession for you.
PHILIP (yawning). I suppose so. I haven’t really thought about it much.
JAMES. You never wanted to be an architect?
PHILIP (surprised). Architect? (JAMES rubs his head and wonders what made him think of architect.)
JAMES. Or anything like that.
PHILIP. It’s a bit late, isn’t it?
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