Colors

Mrs. Blandings: Now, Mr. PeDelford, we'll discuss painting.

Mr. PeDelford: Okay.

Mrs. Blandings: I had some samples. Here we are. Now, first, the living room. I want it to be a soft green. Not as blue-green as a robin's egg.

Mr. PeDelford: No.

Mrs. Blandings: But not as yellow-green as daffodil buds. Now, the only sample I could get is a little too yellow. But don't let whoever does it get it too blue.

Mr. PeDelford: No.

Mrs. Blandings: It should be a sort of grayish yellow-green. Now the dining room. I'd like yellow. Not just yellow. A very gay yellow. Something bright and sunshiny. I tell you, if you'll send one of your workmen to the grocer for a pound of their best butter and match that exactly, you can't go wrong. This is the paper we'll use in the hall. It's flowered. But I don't want the ceiling to match any colors of the flowers. There are some little dots in the background. And it's these dots I want you to match. Not the little greenish dot near the hollyhock leaf. But the little bluish dot between the rosebud and the delphinium blossom. Is that clear? Now, the kitchen's to be white. Not a cold, antiseptic, hospital white.

Mr. PeDelford: No.

Mrs. Blandings: A little warmer, but still, not to suggest any other color but white. Now, for the powder room in here, I want you to match this thread. And don't lose it. It's the only spool I have and I had an awful time finding it. As you can see, it's practically an apple red. Somewhere between a healthy Winesap and an unripened Jonathan. Oh, excuse me.

Mr. PeDelford: You got that, Charlie?

Charlie: Red, green, blue, yellow, white.