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Do you have to do that?

Do I have to do what?

Follow me.

Well, what do you want me to do, jump over you?

Stop it now, fellas?

Why do you two have to argue all the time?

You through with the paper, Dad?

Dad, can I have the paper when you're...?

There you go again. What did I do now?

You do everything I do.

That's what you do now.

Hey, will you cut it out?

I'm still working on the sports section.

You can have that part of it.

I just want the classified.

What can I read?

The funnies.

I already read 'em.

I thought I heard Robin Hood's band of merry men.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

How about ha, ha, haing yourself to the galley

and doing some of your chores?

Some fresh coffee, Steve?

Hmm? Oh, yeah, Bub.

Maybe a half a cup.

All right.

Classified?

What are you looking for in the classified section, Mike?

I'm looking for a way to earn a little spending money.

What'd you do with the spending money I gave you last night?

I spent it.

Are we gonna get some extra spending money?

I'm gonna get me a rubber mouse.

Some yellow yarn.

What are you gonna do with the yellow yarn, Chip?

For the kitten. What kitten?

The kitten I'm gonna get

with the extra spending money.

What extra spending money?

The extra spending money you said

you were gonna give us this morning.

Oh, no, no, no, you misunderstood, Chip.

You got your allowance the same as Rob and Mike did last night.

Oh. Yeah.

You wouldn't know an odd job if it was staring you in the face.

Oh, yeah? I could get a job just as easy as you.

Why are we all so cheerful this morning?

Oh, just because I'm looking for an odd job,

lamebrain here thinks he wants to, too.

You mean work?

Sure. Yeah.

You guys must be sick or something.

Nothing wrong with me that a little money wouldn't cure.

Money, money, money, money, money, money.

Is that all you fellas ever think of?

You got to have money to do things.

Did you ever think of doing something

for somebody some time just to...

well, to be doing something for somebody some time?

What do you mean?

We do lots of things. Sure we do.

Like what?

Well, uh... uh...

Well, helping's all right during the week,

but this is Saturday, and I need money.

Yeah, this is Saturday, and tonight,

we need money.

Da, da-da, da, da-da, da, da.

Why don't you butt out, Little Sir Echo?

Oh, boy, one of these days.

Just-Just one of these days.

Take it easy. Just one!

That darn Mike! Man!

You can get yourself a clean towel

and start on these.

Boy, I'd like to show that Mike just one time.

Morning, Bub.

Hi, Harry. Hi, Rob.

Harry.

What's new?

Oh, nothing much.

The same old grind.

Hey, Harry? Mm-hmm.

Um, do you know where I can get some little job of some kind?

You've got some little job of some kind right here.

Now wipe those dishes.

I mean to make some money.

Money, money, money.

Hey, uh, let me see.

Jensen's fence needs painting.

Jensen's?

Oh, you said it.

Shame to let a place run down like that.

Although I guess it isn't easy when you're living on a pension.

Douglas, eh?

Steven Douglas' boy?

Yes, sir, and you know I'll do a good job

because I need the money bad.

That's fine now.

Oh, Sarah?

We're going to be late.

You'll find the paint back there in the garage

with the brushes and the rags, too.

Oh, Sarah!

Coming! Well, thanks a lot, Mr. Jensen.

By the time you come back tonight,

you won't even recognize the place.

Good boy.

Why, hello there, Robbie.

Hi, Mrs. Jensen.

I'm gonna paint your fence.

Oh, that's nice.

He's a real go-getter, that boy.

Just like his pa.

Thank you, Mr. Jensen.

You know, you never looked prettier.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

What's the matter?

I was just talking to Robbie's brother on the phone.

Well?

I told him he could paint the fence.

Well, that-that's nothing to worry about.

Well, won't it cost twice as much?

No. We're paying them by the hour.

They ought to finish in half the time.

Might even cost us less

with the two boys working together.

Well, that's real nice!

My, Steve Douglas is a lucky man

to have two boys working together side by side.

Yup.

Hand in hand.

Brotherly love. Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, you're not!

Oh, yes, I am!

Oh, no, you're not. That's my job!

Yeah? Who said so?

Mrs. Jensen said so. That's who said so.

Oh, yeah? Well, Mr. Jensen said so to me!

Come on, Huey. I shot you five times already.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

You're supposed to be dead. Yeah?

Yeah. You missed me.

Yeah? Yeah.

Got you that time. Yeah?

Yeah. That doesn't count.

Who says? I says.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Yeah? Yeah!

Yeah? Yeah!

You're not gonna paint this fence.

Yeah? You want to make a bet on that?

Mrs. Jensen gave me the job.

I don't care what Mrs. Jensen said.

Yeah? Yeah!

Mrs. Jensen while you go talk to Mr. Jen...

Hey, hey!

You squirts quit arguing.

We're playing.

Yeah, well, we're working.

Yeah, so go play somewhere else.

Mrs. Foster said stay close by

so she could keep an eye on us.

And I'm spending the day at Huey's.

And my mom had to go to a ladies' club.

Okay, okay, then go play at Mrs. Foster's

so she can watch ya.

She says we're too noisy.

Well, she's right.

Only she's getti" paid to listen to ya and we're not.

So go play someplace else. We're painting.

Can we help?

No!

We've got as much right here as you.

Yeah, it's a public street.

Out, out!

Public bush!

Yeah, public tree.

Public car, public street!

Boy, what a bunch of babies.

Well, uh, that's the nice thing about growing up.

You can settle your problems without fighting,

the way we have.

Right. Those two kids are always arguing about something.

Well, uh, you want to take the front or the back?

Of course, if you take the front,

you have to be careful

because that's the side that everybody sees.

- Huey! Chip!

Boy, I never acted like those two, did I, when I was a kid?

Huey! Chip!

We'll split 50-50, and you can have the back.

Here, shake on it.

Shake on what?

Well, let's get started.

Get started on what, Mike?

Now listen, Mike, this is my job.

A deal's a deal.

Deal? What deal? Huey!

You're asking for it, Mike.

I'm gonna knock your head clean off.

You painting the Jensen's fence, Mike?

Oh, yes, I am, Mrs. Foster.

My brother is helping me.

Helping you?!

That's real nice.

The whole place needs sprucing up.

- Poor old Mr. Jensen. - Come on, let's go.

Oh, boy, paint!

Hey! Hey come on, you guys, I told you we're working!

Now butt out! Mm, that's good.

Huey, will you get out?

Hey, come on. Butt out of here, will ya?!

Huey, come on, get out of here!

Chip, will ya get out?! Chip! Huey. Chip.

Boys, they're painting Jensen's fence.

Yeah! I mean, I'm painting it.

Hey, darn it, Mike, that's my paint!

No, that's your paint.

What are you talking about?

We weren't hurting anything. Besides, we got...

Your mama left some sandwiches

and a big pitcher of lemonade

in the refrigerator,

whenever you and Chip get hungry.

Okay. Look, this is my job. I found it first.

You found it first? What do you mean?

I talked to Mrs. Jensen on the phone and...

What matter is that? I mean...

You're gonna sand before you paint, aren't ya?

Sand? Sand?

Hal, you know, my husband,

he says you always have to sand before you paint.

Oh, um...

Well, Mr. Jensen didn't mention anything about sanding.

Besides, we don't have any sandpaper.

Yeah.

Oh, we have some I can let you have.

Huey!

Yeah? Huey, go look in the garage

and bring that package of sandpaper, will ya?

Okay.

Well, uh, this, this fence is no worse than our garage,

and we painted that without sanding.

Well, I don't know.

Hal always says, "What's worth doing is worth doing right."

How are you guys doing? Yeah, but...

Or I should say, "Who are you guys doing?"

Hi, Bub.

Hi, Mr. O'Casey.

Hi, Mrs. Foster.

Been to the store?

This is the second trip today.

The way these guys eat, we might just as well

set up housekeeping down there in the parking lot.

We couldn't find the sandpaper.

Great. Oh, well, let's go.

Hey, you guys, where'd you get this paint?

Hey, wait a minute.

Now listen, Mike, you...

Where'd you get this paint?

Well, Mr. Jensen had it in his garage.

But Mike's been trying to muscle in. Muscle in?

Did you strain it?

Found these paper cups.

Can we have 'em?

Uh, yeah, I guess so.

I'm sure we have some sandpaper somewhere.

Let's go get some more stuff.

Did you look in the... Hi, Mr. Kincaid.

What's the trouble?

No trouble. Jensens are getting their fence painted.

About time, I'd say.

Don't start painting yet, boys.

I'm going home to see if I can find

that sandpaper for you.

What kind of sandpaper?

This is brand-new paint, Bub. Yeah.

Why should it need to be strained?

Cheesecloth can be used for something like this

or a piece of window screen.

Clean screen, of course.

Or even an old lady's stocking.

I mean, I mean, a lady's old stocking.

What are you using for thinner?

Fine, medium or rough?

Gee, medium, I guess.

The kind Hal always uses, you know.

No good. Not for this kind of work.

Hal uses it for everything.

Well, what they need is a good rough sandpaper

for that old fence.

Well, just look at it, Bub.

It doesn't need thinning. Yeah.

Well, sure, it looks all right now,

but how about later?

What do you think, O'Casey?

Oh, hello, Kincaid.

Howdy. Now go on, tell Mrs. Foster

you can't use a medium sandpaper on a fence like this.

You listening, Mrs. Foster?

Well, if we were in the navy,

I'd have 'em scraping it.

Scraping it?

Yes, sir, even if you are my grandsons,

the navy comes first.

We'd better get to painting.

We? This is my job, Mike.

All right, all right.

If we're not adult enough to work out our own solution,

then let's leave the decision up to the grown-ups.

All right.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kincaid.

I don't see how you can find fault with my sandpaper

when you haven't even seen it.

It isn't fair.

Now look, if you're gonna do a job right,

what's the sense in not using

the best material you can get?

Our sandpaper is far from cheap.

Mr. O'Casey, you've known Hal for years.

Why, he's not cheap in any way.

Why, he'd give you the shirt off his back, wouldn't he?

Why, sure. I was just telling Hal the other day,

when I call for a clean sweep down, fore and aft,

they did it.

There, now that... Now hold on, hold on!

You're all mixed up.

I'm talking about sandpaper, not people.

Boy, oh, boy.

Well?

The fellow over there on H Street

has an electric sander. You know, he uses a disk.

But he doesn't use a fine sandpaper.

- Okay, it's a deal. - Now listen here,

a whatnot shelf is not a picket fence, is it, O'Casey?

That's right. Nowadays, the navy...

Hey, you should be drinking milk!

Sure, they do.

When I was in the navy,

we had beans for breakfast every morning.

Hey, I see the boys got the job.

Hi, Harry. Hi, Harry.

Morning, Mrs. Foster. Hi, Mr. Kincaid.

Harry, what do you think about sandpaper?

Go on. Now tell Mrs. Foster.

Yeah, beans, navy beans.

Well, now, you see, that all depends on whether you're using

and electric sander or not.

And chipped beef on a shingle, if you were lucky.

Now, there's this fellow over on, over on H Street.

I forget his name. Well, anyway, he's got this electric sander.

You see, it all depends...

Hey, watch it, will ya?!

Keep your hand off my side of the fence.

You're ruining my paint job.

Lemonade! Lemonade!

Five cents a glass. Five cents a glass.

Stirred in the shade with a spade.

Get your sandwiches. ten cents. Sandwiches ten cents

Only seven cents.

Look, Mike, it wasn't your job in the first place

and I get stuck painting all the braces and supports

and you get the better brush

and you only have to paint about as half as much...

You know, if you paint as well as you gripe,

you might do a pretty good job. - Susie.

Susie, come back here with that rake, will you?

Come on, Susie, give Daddy the rake.

Ice cold lemonade!

Iced lemonade.

Only seven cents.

Get your lemonade here.

Every healthy, wholesome glass

is just chock-full of crispy, crunchy,

sparkling vitamins "B."

Now, hold on.

Hold on!

Will you listen to me?

Stop it! Now, listen.

I want... now, listen.

Mr. Kincaid, here... When I was in the navy,

you lived out of your seabag and that was it.

What?

Mr. Kincaid...

Hey, boy, where's that lemonade?

Here. Huh?

Oh, thank you.

That's seven cents, Mister...

Well, I was just saying...

Regulation gear only, everything squared away.

Dress blues and undress blues

and whites rolled and secured with clothes stops...

No Irish pennants. What?

Of course you could always use paint remover.

Too expensive.

Blowtorch would be the best thing.

Have to be careful, though,

might burn the whole fence down.

Well, that just doesn't seem possible.

Certainly it's possible.

Just like setting a match to it.

Now, of course, I'm not saying you don't have

to be careful with paint remover, too.

Why you know, one spark and kafoom!

- Seven cents, Mister... - Just like oil.

Now, when I was stationed

on a tanker... Why, Rose Ann Jones,

it just doesn't seem possible!

Why, Verda Foster!

How in the world are you?

I haven't seen you in a month of Sundays!

Well, I think about you all the time.

Hal and I were talking about you just the other night.

Oh?

Well, now, that's real sweet of you.

Yes, and I saw Della Buchanan

at the post office the other day.

Oh? How is Della?

Well, she was asking how in the world you were,

and I was so ashamed 'cause I just didn't know.

Well, well,

I think it's a shame we never see each other,

living on the same block and all.

I was saying exactly the same thing

to Wilma Ramsey. Oh, how is Wilma?

She has a new dining room set.

No, I mean her hay fever.

Seven cents, please.

Yeah, can I have another one of those sandwiches?

I got one for 15 cents.

15 cents?

The last one only cost me a dime.

Seven cents, please.

Seven cents.

If you think duty on a tanker

is a snap, you got another think coming, mate.

Why, heck yes, and it wouldn't be the first town

that burnt to the ground that way, either.

When I said the smoking lamp was out, it was out.

Why, one more spark and...

Seven cents, Mister... That's right.

Look at the Chicago fire.

Nothing left but a bunch of brick chimneys

and foundations.

Of course it's okay now.

Well, I see the Jensens

are finally getting their fence painted, huh?

Darn it.

Hey, boy.

Here.

Well, thanks, Mr. Kincaid.

And keep the change, keep the change.

Gee, thanks!

Yeah, old Mr. Jensen has been telling me

he wanted to fix the place up himself,

but his arthritis just won't let him.

Well, I've been trying to get over

and help the Jensens, but I just don't have the time. Mm.

You can't smoke cigarettes on a U.S. navy tanker

loaded with 100,000 gallons of gasoline.

Right.

How about that fire up at Cedar Grove last year?

One careless smoker,

and a thousand acres of timber up in flames.

Well, the way the population is growing,

there soon won't be any timber left.

There's more people than trees now.

You can have this one for half price

if you let Huey and me use some of your milk boxes.

Talk about things disappearing...

Sounds like a pretty good deal, Chip.

If you want to worry about something giving out,

how about coal or oil? Oh, boy, come on...

Be sure you put them back now.

You can replant timber,

but it takes millions of years to make coal.

Sure.

Now I'm not trying to tell you

that I had a girl in every port,

but I remember one time in the Brooklyn navy yard...

Oh, were you in the navy?

Well, of course Fern's tied down.

What does she expect?

You can't have three babies in four years

and not be tied down.

I feel sorry for Fern,

but I got my own worries.

Want some chairs?

Well, thank you.

Ten cents, please.

Isn't that cute?

My treat.

Oh, that's awfully nice of you, Verda. Thank you.

I don't know what to say.

Oh, my.

I haven't sat down all day.

And I shouldn't be doing it now.

Hal wants an early dinner,

and I haven't even thought about it. You?

I haven't even made my bed.

And if I don't get those curtains back on the window,

Hal's going to have a fit.

Oh, I know.

If I could just sit down and relax for five minutes.

Well, that's just my point.

See, coal and oil are not growing things.

It takes millions of centuries

for those giant ferns

and prehistoric animals and stuff to rot down

into a bunch of carbon and, uh, and, uh,

decompose into coal,

and, uh, and we're using it up overnight.

I know.

You don't just take your pick and shovel

down to Okefenokee swamp

and stand there and wait for it to turn to coal.

It takes time to decompose.

That's right, and everybody knows about it, too.

But why don't they do something about it instead of just talk.

Talk, talk, talk, that's all anybody ever does...

Talk, talk, talk, talk.

Hey, Chip, we're out of lemons.

Got any lemons?

Lemons? No.

Jeepers, mister, if you're all out of lemons,

what do you have?

Well, sure I have a new washing machine.

But you've got your mother.

Mother? Why, Verda, that just isn't fair.

You know my mother never lifts a finger with the washing.

You know what she said to me? She said...

Boy, talk about your great moments of history.

Yeah, every guy at the plant stopped dead in his tracks.

Well, you could have heard a pin drop all over town.

And whammo, right over the left field wall

and four runs cross the plate.

Laura LaPlante...

There was a pretty little blue-eyed darling.

She had a dimple right there...

deep as that in her cheek of course.

That's right.

The weather's not like it used to be either.

Hotter in the summer and colder in the winter.

You don't see girls like that anymore in the movies.

Get your homegrown tomatoes!

Yeah, and how about food?

We had a peach tree on our place,

used to give peaches that big.

Juicy, sweet...

Uh-huh. And remember Billie Dove and Leatrice Joy?

Sugar was bitter compared to them.

What's the matter with you?

Why, Verda Foster, I never said my mother was a burden.

Lillian Gish in Broken Blossoms, mighty sad.

What the heck are you talking about?

That's the first decent game he pitched all season!

Oh, yeah? Looks like you painted it with your eyes shut!

Well! I'll have you know

I get a lot of compliments on that dress!

And it was far from cheap, too!

Only three cents a pound. Get your banana squash.

And drinking water... don't know how long it's been

since I had a good cup of drinking water.

Oh, talk about excitement...

That was the greatest series they ever played.

Of course, the whole thing was rigged.

Rhubarb, fresh rhubarb!

Well, my mother said

that if you don't make her stop sucking her thumb she'll...

end up on a pension like the rest of us.

I guess some people just never learn to keep still.

Silent movies were better than talkies.

Talk's cheap.

Yeah? Well, put your money where your mouth is.

People should just keep their opinions to themselves.

And in my opinion... Look, buddy,

everybody's got a right to his own opinion.

Well, she had two stitches taken in her.

William S. Hart... Watch fobs.

Tonsils.

St. Louis Cards.

Raspberries!

Penicillin.

Diapers.

Toronto Maple Leafs.

Tomatoes!

Celluloid collars.

Nazimova.

Diapers.

Asafetida bags.

Clara Kimball Young.

Diapers.

Horse and buggy. Cincinnati Red Legs.

Pola Negri and Theda Bara.

Oh, my gosh, Hal's home.

Be right there, honey!

Oh, Verda, don't tell me it's that time already.

That can't be right.

Yeah, looks about that time.

Okay, Edna, be right over.

Boy, I better be getting that truck back to the dairy

before they send the police out for it.

Man, thanks a lot.

I'll have to make tracks

if I'm going to get those short ribs done.

Yeah, I don't have time to stand around here.

Got my own lawn to water.

I'd sure like to give the Jensens a hand,

but I just don't have the time.

I know what you mean.

You know, there hardly seems to be time enough nowadays

to help yourself, let alone helping others.

This is yours, Mr. Kincaid. Thank you, Harry.

Hey, Chip, you fellas get those boxes back in the truck?

- Get home in time for dinner. - Yeah, it's all set, Harry.

All right.

Hey, Bub, hop in the truck.

I'm going right by your place. Thanks, Harry.

Hey, Harry, bowling meet's Tuesday night.

You gonna be there? You betcha.

Nice talking to you, O'Casey. I'll be seeing you, Kincaid.

Take care of yourself. Yeah.

After all, Rose Ann,

we deserve to treat ourselves to a good time once in a while.

That's right, honey.

And I don't mean the drug store, either.

I mean a nice cafe where we can have a really good lunch.

Sure, and we'll put on our print dresses

and get all gussied up. We'll show 'em.

We may be married, but we're not dead.

Was I in the navy?

Well, I've worn out more seabags than you have socks.

Tell Hal hello for me. All righty.

Huey, Chip, come on over here where I can watch you.

Six dollars and ten cents...

six dollars and 25 cents...

six dollars and 35 cents...

Next time you guys get a job, let us know.

How are we supposed to get paid if the Jensens aren't even home?

Don't worry about it.

Mrs. Jensen said to write out the bill,

slip it under the door

and Mr. Jensen will drop the money by our place around dinnertime.

Looks pretty good.

Yeah.

That's what I call a bunch of good neighbors.

This make you happy?

Yep. That makes me happy.

You know, that paint job changes the look of the whole place.

Yeah, it kind of does.

Got back at you for this.

What do you think I am?! What did you do that for?!

What did you do this for? This was by accident.

What do you think I am? You slapped me in the face with this thing.

You think I'm a canvas or something?

I mean, I get painted over there, I get painted over here.

What about this? That was by accident.

Well, how did our two money-grabbers do today?

Well, I've never seen two happier pirates in my life.

They're upstairs right now getting duded up

to go out and spend the loot, I guess. I suppose.

Where'd they make their killing?

Jensen's over on Maple Street.

You don't mean old Carl Jensen? Yeah.

You mean to tell me they took money from them?

Why, those poor old folks haven't got enough to... Well, don't jump on me for it.

I tried to tell... Mike! Robbie!

Come on down here, I want to talk to you.

You two gangsters better get down here.

Your dad's home. Money, money, money. That's all they...

Hello.

Yes, this is Mr. Douglas.

Oh, come on, Robbie, cut it out.

I'm not following you. I'm just walking behind you.

I got to get down some way, don't I?

Well, walk in front of me.

Yes.

Well, thanks for telling me.

Yes. Good-bye.

What did you want, Dad? Did you call us, Dad?

Yeah, that was Mr. Jensen on the phone.

Oh?

He was telling me about that envelope you put under his door.

What's the trouble? Yeah, what about it?

Well, all I can say is,

I don't think you fellas are going to get very rich

by writing "no charge" on your bills.

Well, we couldn't take money from people like the Jensens.

I'm glad you figured it out that way.

It was a darn nice thing for you to do.

Besides, it was kind of fun.

Of course, we're just as broke as we ever were. Yeah.

Hey, yeah, Dad, uh,

how about doing something for somebody some time?

Yeah, just a somebody for something...

Or just for somebody, some time just to do something for...

Dad, how about loaning us a couple of bucks?

There you go again. I was just about to say that same...

What do you mean? How am I supposed to know what you're going to say?

Well, why don't you listen and let me finish...

I got my own thoughts, too. Every time I...

Well, like I was saying, every time I say something...

Every time you say something...