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Well, now, ain't this an elegant neighborhood?

All the residents dress so fine

One day off the boat am I

with a job that's nearly mine

'Tis a job with an elegant millionaire

And his elegant family

Today I move from immigrant

to high society

Now, you may call that luck.

And you may call it fortune.

But me meself...

I call it

Fortuosity

That's me byword

Fortuosity

The a twinkle in the eye word

Sometimes castles fall to the ground

But that's where four-Leaf clovers are found

Fortuosity

Lucky chances

Fortuitous little

Hap--Happy happenstances

I don't worry

'Cause everywhere I see

That every bit of life is lit

By fortuosity

Fortuosity

That's me own word

Fortuosity

The never feel alone word

Around the corner

Under a tree

Good fortune's waiting

Just wait and see

Fortuosity

Lucky chances

Fortuitous little

Hap--Happy happenstances

I keep smilin'

'Cause my philosophy

Is do your best and leave the rest

To fortuosity

I keep smilin'

'Cause my philosophy

Is do your best and leave the rest

To fortuosity

Good day to you, ma'am.

Would this be the home of Mr. Anthony J. Drexel Biddle?

It would.

I've come to be interviewed

for the position of the butler.

Mrs. Biddle does the interviewing.

She's not at home just now.

But I had an appointment. The Mayflower Employment Agency.

I'll tell Mrs. Biddle that you were put out about it.

Oh, not at all.

I'd-- I'd be pleased to call again.

Good day to you.

What part of Ireland?

County Tyrone.

Just new here, are you?

The day before yesterday.

Oh, well, perhaps you'd like to wait in the kitchen.

Mrs. Biddle will be coming home soon.

That's very kind of you. Thank you very much.

Faith, it is a grand place you have here.

I'm the housekeeper here.

Me name's Mrs. Worth.

Mine's John Lawless.

This way, John Lawless.

Have a seat, and I'll pour you some coffee.

Don't you be troubling yourself now, Mrs. Worth.

It's no trouble.

There's a pot brewing on the stove.

Sit down.

Might you be from Ireland yourself, Mrs. Worth?

- I came over as a young girl. - Not long ago, then.

Tell me, Mrs. Worth, what became of the last butler?

I couldn't say.

He left in the dead of night.

After being here less than a month.

We've got a servant problem in this house.

No use saying we don't.

It must be hard working for the very rich.

I mean, they're accustomed to having things just so.

That's not exactly the problem.

- Are the wages very low? - No.

The Biddles are generous enough.

- Long hours, then? - I wouldn't say so.

There's a gorgeous sight!

Are you getting ready for a party, Mrs. Worth?

No, Mr. Biddle's on a chocolate-Cake diet.

I beg your pardon.

Cordelia!

He says it's the perfect food,

Containing every essential element.

- Where is Mrs. Biddle? - She's gone shopping.

- Blast! And Cordy? - I couldn't say.

- And the boys? - I haven't seen them since lunch.

At a time like this. No!

Is there something I could do, Mr. Biddle?

Yes, you can call Dr. Dunleavey

and tell him I've been bit by an alligator.

- An alligator? - Oh, dear!

I might as well live alone.

- Are you a married man? - Me, sir? No, sir.

Well, then you wouldn't understand.

I've been bit on my finger

It could have been my leg

It could have been my head, I might have died

In a time of mortal peril

Any man should expect

That his family will come rushing to his side

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

My family rushing to my side

What's wrong with that?

Not a thing, sir, I'm sure.

I'm a good-Hearted husband

I'm generous and kind

No wife could have a life as free of cares

So when a good-Hearted husband has been bit

It's only right that his wife should share

The agony he bears

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

I want my wife to share my life

What's wrong with that?

Cordelia!

Well, now...

now, that answers a whole slew of questions,

- Don't it? - Cordy! Boys!

Blast!

Here in this house I'm raising

Three strong, intelligent children

Where are they now in their father's time of need?

I give them private tutors

The finest physical trainers

All in vain

Oh, the pain!

I believe in the Bible

I believe in Uncle Sam

And as sure as old glory waves above

I believe a man who's bitten

has the right to demand

That his family give him sympathy and love

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

The flag above

The Bible and love

What's wrong with that?

- Hello, Papa. - Cordy, where have you been?

Out in the stable with Tony and Liv.

- Oh. - Something wrong?

Yes, something's wrong!

What were you doing shaving at this time of day?

I haven't been shaving.

And since when do I shave my finger?

Well, you don't shave your ear either,

- But last week you cut it. - That's different.

The ear is in the general vicinity of the face.

Well, so's the finger when you're shaving.

It's a bite, blast it!

- No. - Yes!

- Who? - George.

Turned on me just like that after all these years.

Well, it's really not such a bad bite.

Is that all you have to say?

There's some antiseptic in the emergency kit

And some bandages.

Now, wait a minute, Cordy. Where are you going?

- It's time for Bible class. - Yes, I know.

But you'll have to do without me today.

I have an engagement.

Dr. Dunleavey's somewhere between his office

- and the hospital. - Well, keep trying.

- Uh, what are you doing? - Me, sir? Not a thing, sir.

- Well, then do something. - Yes, sir.

- Blasted alligator! - I... I beg your pardon, sir?

I treated him like a son.

What exactly would you like me to do, sir?

Tell the boys to bring in that emergency kit.

Out the back door, across the yard to the stable.

Mr. Tony, Mr. Livingston.

Mr. Tony and Mr. Livingston.

Blasted Benedict Arnold, that's what he is.

Yes?

Would you tell Miss Biddle that Mr. Taylor is calling?

- Mr. Who? - Mr. Charles Taylor.

Miss Biddle is expecting me.

Cordy!

Dr. Dunleavey must've stopped to make a house call.

- I could be dying. - Indeed you could.

Where's that blasted antiseptic?

- Here you are, pa. - Well, it's about time.

We came as soon as we heard.

I left word with the doctor to call.

- All right. - What happened, Pa?

Was it really George? Gentle old George?

Yes, it was gentle old George.

Hey, pa, what's Charlie Taylor doing here?

He came to see Cordy.

The answer to a maiden's prayer.

What do you know about maidens' prayers?

Nothing, pa. It's just an expression.

Oh.

But Charlie Taylor? Cordy can do better than that.

Well, I'm sure she can... when the time comes.

Hey, that's pretty good, Charlie.

Going into vaudeville?

Oh, hi, Tony. Long time no see.

This is my brother Liv.

- Hiya, sport. - Hi.

- Say, that man in the hall. - Yeah?

That wasn't your father, was it?

- Who'd you think it was? - Well, I don't know.

I just thought he was some kind-- Uh, uh, uh.

Hey, caramels!

They're for Cordy, sport.

Cordy hates caramels.

- They stick in her retainer. - Huh?

But I like caramels, so does Tony.

- Don't you, sport? - Oh, love 'em.

Okay, fellas, that's enough.

Charlie!

You've been hiding your light under a bushel.

Liv, you should feel that.

Hey...what weight do you fight at, Charlie?

- Fight? - Boxing.

You do box, don't you?

I, uh, prefer other sports.

- You don't do it at all? - No.

Liv, he doesn't do it at all.

Oh, Charlie, you're in trouble.

I don't understand.

Well, if you got your eye on Cordy...

Remember Harry Applegate?

Yeah, he took Cordy on a date

Oh, what a dapper dan

Pearly teeth and tennis tan

Remember him well.

Thought he was a Romeo

Tried to kiss our sis and, oh

Harry ducked, but too late

Father bought him an upper plate

Watch your footwork

Better learn to bob and weave

Sister Cordy's got dynamite up her sleeve

What a jab

Dynamite up her sleeve

What a hook

Dynamite up her sleeve

Keep your guard up

Charlie, never lead with your right.

You'll get killed that way.

Oh, look, fellas, let's forget the whole thing.

I didn't come over here to do this.

Archie Baxter came here twice

First time out he acted nice

Romance was in the air

- Oh, they made a lovely pair - Beautiful!

Second date it was a dance

He grabbed her tight this was his chance

Cordy only bruised that sport

Father settled it out of court

So watch your footwork

Better learn to bob and weave

Sister Cordy's got dynamite up her sleeve

What a feint, Dynamite up her sleeve

What an uppercut, Dynamite up her sleeve

Uh-Oh.

Charlie!

- Hey, Charlie, wake up. - Are you hurt, Charlie?

Tony, Livingston.

Come on, it's time for Bible class.

- What happened? - He dropped his left.

Oh.

Well, you better get some ice.

And, uh--

Oh, and get some beefsteak.

Charlie...

Charlie!

Well, don't you look pretty!

- Papa, how could you? - How could I what?

It's no wonder I never have any callers.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Cordy.

People are afraid to come around here.

- I didn't hurt the young sap. - Sap?

Charlie Taylor's only the most popular boy in town.

Now, here he comes.

Charlie, are you all right?

Sure he's all right. Come on, Charlie.

- Atta boy. - I'm so sorry, Charlie.

Well, there's no serious damage.

He'll have a black eye for a couple of days, that's all.

Ooh!

Can I get you something, Charlie?

I sent for some raw meat.

How about a cold drink, Charlie?

Oh! Oh, thank you.

Uh, Charlie, why don't you sit here

in this comfortable chair,

and I'll see if I can get you some iced tea.

Or, uh, would you like a piece of chocolate cake?

Charlie! Charlie?

Gee, we're sorry, Cordy. We didn't mean to do it.

We told him to keep his guard up.

You see, Cordy, I had nothing to do with it.

Didn't you?

Like father, like son.

You're all three the same--

Always having your sport no matter what.

Always ready for a fight!

Cordy, wait a minute.

Don't touch me! I'll flatten you!

Cordy.

Cordy, wait.

Blast!

Oh, Miss Cordelia Drexel Biddle

I thought I knew you well

But now, Miss Cordelia Drexel Biddle

I just can't tell

Are you Valentine Candy

Or boxing gloves?

Lately you seem very strange

What in the world's coming over you?

Everything's starting to change

Are you sonnets by Shelley

Or rover boys?

Once, any answer would do

Why are you suddenly wondering

Which kind of someone

Are you?

He's a boy meant to spar with

Or gaze at a star with

Should you kiss him

Or blacken his eye?

Now, if he buys you roses

A right to the nose is really not

Quite the proper reply

You're so lost in the middle

Of in between

Is your destiny a canvas

Or crepe de chine?

Will you someday be someone

That somebody loves?

Are you valentine candy

Or

Boxing gloves?

Mrs. Worth, I'm-- I'm not one to pry,

but I can't help wondering some things.

Yes, Mr. Lawless?

- Is it forever like this? - Like what?

Ah, that must be Dr. Dunleavey at last.

It isn't as if this was the only job in Philadelphia.

Well, not for a likable lad like meself.

Mrs. Worth?

I've decided to run along for now.

Perhaps I can call another day.

Perhaps.

- Who are you? - John Lawless.

A professional pugilist, no doubt.

- Ma'am? - Did you come here to fight?

Oh, no, ma'am, I came about the butler's position.

Then announce me.

And take off your hat in the house.

strengthen the dwelling

Of the Lord

Fashion his brave word board by board

Here in his image now we stand

Building his fortress strong and grand

It is written that the body and mind

Of mortal man

Should walk in the spirit of his...

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Mr. Biddle, there's a lady in the music room, sir.

A lady?

Well, she didn't give a name, like there was no need for it.

Aunt Mary. Tell her there's nobody at home.

- But, sir-- - it is written that the body

and mind of mortal man

Should walk in the spirit of his master plan

So we must strengthen the dwelling

- Of the Lord. - Knees to chest!

I-I'm afraid there's no one here, ma'am.

No one here?

No one at all, save Mrs. Worth and meself.

And as for me, I--

It is written that the body and mind

Of mortal man

Should walk in the spirit...

Aunt Mary.

- What a nice surprise. - Is it?

I come about the butler's position.

Oh, good. Then take these, would you?

And tell Mr. Biddle that aunt Mary is here.

And bring us some tea into the parlor, please.

If the stores get any more crowded,

I'm just going to have to give up shopping entirely.

You can't imagine the swarms of people.

Do sit down, aunt Mary.

This is not a social call.

I've come for a specific reason.

In today's paper, in George Gray's gossip column,

It is reported that "last week...

"Cordelia Drexel Biddle entered a one-step contest

"In Atlantic City,

with a Heinie Fenstermacher," whoever that is.

Well, I don't recognize the name.

"And won."

We, uh...

we were in Atlantic City for the Bible class convention.

I know why you were in Atlantic City,

but that does not explain, and certainly doesn't excuse,

The matter at hand.

Well, good afternoon, aunt Mary.

Always a pleasure to see you.

Cordelia.

Anthony.

- Oh, Anthony, your finger. - Yes, George bit me.

George?

I can't imagine what got into him.

Quite obviously your finger got into him.

Anyone who keeps an alligator in the house

must expect to be bit and deserves it.

Well, I'm sure George was only playing and forgot himself.

Do you really think so, Cordelia?

Oh, I'm sure of it.

Oh, over there, please.

He probably feels as badly about it as you do.

I wonder.

That will be all, thank you.

Ha, you're right, Cordelia. He wants to make up.

Well...

well, if the jungle theatrics are quite over,

I should like to return to the subject of my visit,

- which is Cordy. - What about Cordy?

I do not consider she's under the right influences

for a young woman in her social position.

She's under my influence

and her mother's and her brothers'.

Oh, please, Anthony, don't pretend naivete.

You know perfectly well what I mean.

No, I don't. I do not know what you mean.

Did you read this morning's paper?

Yes. Yes, I did.

German U-Boats in our waters,

sinking British merchant ships in sight of nantucket.

That's what they think of our neutrality.

Did you get beyond the first page?

George Gray's column, dear.

- Cream or lemon, aunt Mary? - Of course not.

Blasted professional troublemaker!

Oh, no, he doesn't make trouble.

He reports it.

This Mr. Fenstermacher,

He's a member of one of your bible classes, I assume.

Yes. Yes, he is.

And a fine, upstanding young man he is too.

Anthony, tell me something.

Were the children in school at all last year?

They were being tutored, aunt Mary.

- And who was tutoring the tutor? - What do you mean?

Well, everybody knows that you hired this man

as a boxing coach.

He can't even sign his own name.

Tony and Liv got into St. Paul's, all right.

They're going up there next week.

And I applaud the move.

Now let's do the same for Cordy.

The Loretta Wingfield school for young ladies

In Lakewood, New Jersey, is accepting applications.

Oh, no, you don't!

I won't have Cordy exiled to some prison.

Anthony, answer me--

What proper young man in his right mind

would want to marry a lady prizefighter?

- Blast the proper young man. - That's easy to say.

Besides, what's this talk about marriage?

Cordy's a child.

You're blind, Anthony, in more ways than one.

- Well, blind or not, I'm not-- - Papa...

Oh, Cordy, we were just discussing you.

Yes, I know.

And, papa, I'd like to go off to school.

Hello, aunt Mary.

Good afternoon, Cordelia.

- Hello, mama. - Darling.

Cordy, did I hear you correctly?

I'm sure you did, papa.

Oh, are you still upset about what happened a while ago?

Do you want that boy back over here?

I'll drag him back by the--

No, papa, it isn't Charlie Taylor.

Well, then what is it?

- Don't you like it here? - Of course I like it here.

- Don't we have a good time? - Yes.

But it's hard to explain, papa.

I'm not like the other girls.

Well, hooray for that. Look at the other girls.

Oh, papa...

Cordy, I like you the way you are.

You're pretty, you have fun, you're alive.

And you've got a better left hook than Tony or Liv.

But I don't want a left hook.

Anthony, I think we better talk about this later.

She doesn't know what she's saying.

I do know what I'm saying.

I want to go to Miss Wingfield's school.

All right. All right, you go.

Go to prison if you want to.

Thank you, papa.

Blast!

Ooh--

Well, it's late,

and I have other things to do.

Well, thank you for coming, aunt Mary.

I don't like to interfere.

But attention must be paid to these matters.

I know.

Good day, Cordelia.

- Good day, Anthony. - Good day, aunt Mary.

Anthony, we do have to let Cordy go.

She's not a child anymore,

and it's selfish to keep her here

in this... special world.

What's wrong with this special world?

Oh, Anthony,

Why do you have to take everything so personally?

Is there some other way?

You might as well put out that terrible weed.

You won't get rid of me that way.

Anthony, I've raised very few objections

to the way that Cordy's been brought up,

despite its being rather unorthodox.

Now-- Now don't say, "what's wrong with being unorthodox?"

There's nothing wrong with it.

If I didn't feel that way,

I couldn't have stayed married to you all these years.

It's been a good life, a healthy life.

And Cordy's been happy.

But now she's older

and feels a need to reach out.

But she won't like it.

That's for her to decide.

You didn't want to let go of Tony and Liv.

You fought St. Paul's like a tiger.

Well, now it's Cordy.

Blast it, Cordelia, I said she could go, didn't I?

Yes, dear.

Well, then... what's all the fuss about?

- I'm going out to the gym. - Good idea.

You'll feel much better when you get back.

Oh, Mrs. Biddle--

Mrs. Biddle, if it's convenient...

Oh, yes.

I'm afraid I don't remember your name.

John Lawless, ma'am. The Mayflower Employment Agency?

Ah, fine. Dinner's at 7:00, John.

Well, were you put on?

Dinner's at 7:00, she says.

Heaven help me.

Good way to let off steam.

Papa, I'm sorry for the way I acted.

I appreciate your apology.

I do love my home. I don't really want to go away.

You were right, wanting to go.

You're not a child any longer.

It's selfish to try to keep you here

in this special world.

What's wrong with this special world?

Now, don't you start that.

Cordy...

you have to make your own life in your own way.

You can't stay here with your mother and me forever.

Of course, when you come home on vacations,

things will be just the same.

All of a sudden, I'm afraid.

Now, that I won't have.

There's nothing out there to be afraid of,

as long as you keep your guard up

and your chin tucked.

And know how to bring one up from the floor.

Oh, papa.

When I was a little girl, I used to think

you must be the most wonderful person in the whole world.

Now that I'm older and mush wiser,

I know you are.

Well, come on.

Let's go back in the house.

Now, if you don't like that school,

you sure don't have to stay up there.

Mr. Biddle?

Mr. Bid--

What's wrong, man? You're white as a sheet.

Faith, you do have an alligator.

12 of them. What's wrong with that?

Not a thing, sir. It's relieved I am, sir.

I captured them myself down in Florida,

went into the swamp with a party of Seminoles.

Have you ever seen a Seminole Indian

capture alligators?

I can't say I have, sir.

Well, they can paddle a canoe

so you can't hear it two feet away.

And if the animals don't show themselves,

you give 'em the mating call.

Say, who are you, anyway?

John Lawless, sir. I'll be the new butler.

We've got a new butler.

- No, papa, he quit. - Already?

- Days ago. - Oh.

Well, if you'll excuse me, sir.

- John, uh, Lawless, is it? - That's right, sir.

Tell me, John...

are you a religious man?

Well, I try to live by the good book, sir.

- How well do you succeed? - I'm not sure. I...

Well, never mind.

We'll go into that another time.

- What do you think of boxing? - Boxing?

Papa, why don't we find--

You know, self-defense. Ever done any of that?

Well, at the fair last year in county Tyrone,

I was fisticuffs champion.

Is that so? Champion, eh?

Well, it isn't a very large county, sir.

Fisticuffs champion of... where was that again?

County Tyrone. It's in Ireland.

Ah. You going to become an american citizen, John?

- Well, I intend to apply, sir. - You'll never regret it.

- Greatest country in the world. - Papa...

there are certain things I believe in, John.

God and the United States of America

are at the top of the list.

I know very well what the United States

has to offer, Mr. Biddle.

That's how it is I'm here, sir.

Yes, well, like I say--

There's something else I know just as well,

and that is you are what you are,

- and that's good too. - I beg your pardon?

Well, being an American is adding something.

It isn't subtracting.

On the night before I sailed away,

they come from far and near.

All me friends and all me kin

To shed a partin' tear

We knew we'd never meet again

And yet was clear to see

I'd always be a part of them

And them a part of me

I'll always be irish

'Cause that's how I began

I'll always be irish

I'll say that to any man

And when I'm an american

I'll be a good one too

I'll be truly as american as irish stew

Hey, that's pretty good.

He will be truly as american

As irish stew

Ask for irish stew in Ireland and see what you get.

I never thought of that.

In Ireland, all the stew is irish.

I'll always be irish

A fact I'll not deny

I'll always be irish

And I'll hold me head up high

I'll wear the green St. Patty's day

And yet for all of that

I'll be truly as american as casey at the bat

He'll be truly as american

As casey at the bat

Say, that looks like good exercise.

Come on, Cordy.

- Hey, hey! - Papa!

If you can win a one-Step contest,

You ought to be able to do this.

I thought you didn't like dancing.

It's that waltzing business I don't like.

Heh, that's for old folks.

Hey!

Aha!

If I went to paree for the rest of me days

And ate bread and cheese in sidewalk cafes

Lived in a garret wore a beret

- What would I be? - An irishman

Right!

If I went to Tibet and bought me a yak

And traveled Siberia riding his back

The peasants would point at me what would they say?

Ooh-Yang-A-Wiki-Tiki ooh-Yang-A-Wong-Tong

Ooh-Yang-A-Wiki-Tiki irishman?

- Right. - Right.

But if I went to Spain

And grew a moustache

Strummed a guitar and wore me a sash

Became a torero and fought me a bull

Andale, toro! Andale!

Hooray!

After awarding me both ears and the tail,

What would they say?

- Ole! - For the irishman! Right!

Hey-Ho!

Whoo-Hoo!

Ho! Come on, Mrs. Worth.

Come on, now.

- Whoo-Ha! - It's good for you.

Ah, that-a-girl.

You should've seen me father doing this--

Like a tornado across the floor.

Oh... oh...

oh!

He'll always be irish

Shout it good and loud

He'll always be irish

Of his heritage he's proud

I'm proud of irish blarney

And irish sentiment

And I'll bet someday we get an irish president

And I'll bet someday we get an irish president

Whee-Ha!

Hey, let me in there.

Beautiful.

Wee!

Whoo-Hoo!

Whoo-Hoo!

Whoo!

Oh... oh, the Mayflower Employment Agency.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Hey!

Uh, yes, I think Mr. Lawless will suit our needs very well.

Whoo! Come on, I want George to see this!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Cordelia, whatever are you laughing at?

Papa.

He's now giving military training

to the Bible classes.

They're marching up and down in front of the house

with broomsticks for rifles.

Cordelia, what an absolutely gorgeous invitation.

Whoever is it from?

Well, read it for yourself if you're so anxious.

I'm not the least bit anxious.

I was only trying to be sociable.

Cordelia!

The William Thaws are absolutely world-famous

for their parties.

How ever did you get this invitation?

Well, I'm in great demand socially.

Didn't you know?

I suppose you give boxing exhibitions.

However did you guess?

And I think I'll get in some practice...

right now!

I'll call Miss Wingfield!

With that rouge all over your face?

Mm.

Cordy...

you would never tell Miss Wingfield

that I wear rouge to bed, will you?

No matter how angry you get.

Well...

you wouldn't be so cruel.

- Rosemary? - Hmm?

Would you teach me how to flirt?

Pardonne?

Well, my aunt Gladys said

there are gonna be all sorts of young men at the dance

from Yale and from Princeton and--

Your aunt Gladys.

So that's how you got invited.

The William Thaws are my aunt and uncle.

Since I'm going to school right here in Lakewood,

they're practically duty-Bound.

I should have guessed.

Well, it helps to be related to almost everybody.

I want to make the most of it.

Will you help me, Rosemary?

Cordelia, if you're suggesting that I know anything about--

Oh, come on, Rosemary,

I'll bet you're the world's champion.

Well, the fact that I have been admired by men

doesn't make me a flirt.

- Rosemary? - Hmm?

Would you like me to swear

I'll never tell Miss Wingfield about the rouge?

That's blackmail!

It's a trade.

Well?

I wonder if those thaw parties are as absolutely spectacular

as people say.

That's how trading works, isn't it?

All right... I'll ask my aunt Gladys.

Oh, good!

Come here!

Now, if a girl wants to be popular nowadays,

there's one thing that she absolutely needs to know.

What?

- Bye-Yum pum pum. - Bye-Yum pum pum?

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum

You must be

Oh, so "mysterioso"

Enthusiasm is tres passe

You must slink across the floor

As if it's a dreadful bore

To the rhythm of bye- Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum

You need to know the Theda Bara

Hollow cheeks and black mascara

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum

Okay, what's next?

The men in college always acknowledge

A girl who dances

In a trance

So bye-Yum until the dawn

As if you're about to yawn

To the rhythm of

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum pum pum

Attitude, Cordy! Attitude!

Bye-Yum pum pum

Today the key to being wanted

Is just to glide as if you're haunted

And your right foot

Left foot, right, back

Let me try! Let me try!

Right foot, left foot

Right, back, together

Now arms, Cordy, arms

Use your arms, back, together

And slink, two, three

Bye-Yum and slink two, three

Bye-Yum and slink, two

Now spin like a top.

That's it!

Cordy, you're absolutely wicked. I love it!

How exotic.

Bravo.

Nita Naldi!

Theda Bara!

Cordy, you're absolutely dangerous!

And scandalous!

For when you're oh, so "mysterioso"

The men will grow so entranced with you

Shocking.

As you secretly conceal

The tingly way you feel

When you're dancing to bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum pum pum

Bye-Yum

Cordelia.

Oh, aunt Gladys.

Cordelia, darling.

Aunt Gladys.

I've been looking all over for you.

Where have you been?

I want you to meet the two most charming men at the party.

My niece, Cordelia Drexel Biddle--

Mr. Roger Fitzsimmons, and Mr. Walter Blakely.

Both just down from New Haven.

A pleasure.

Well, I'll leave you three to get acquainted.

Young people today don't need anything more

than an introduction.

Snappy party.

Oh-- Oh, yes.

Very snappy.

- Have a gasper? - A what?

Oh, no, thank you.

Well, I didn't think you were the type,

but these days you can't tell.

Smoking shortens your wind.

That's why athletes never smoke.

Say, there's a friend of my family

I ought to go over and speak to.

Uh, can't it wait until later, Roger?

I wouldn't want to miss him.

My mother would never forgive me.

Miss Biddle.

Yoo-Hoo, Cordelia.

Absolutely heavenly party.

Yes. Heavenly.

So many attractive men.

- Who is that? - My roommate.

We're playing Harvard next week.

Who is?

- Yale. - Oh.

Mr. Blakely, I'm terribly sorry.

- I promised this dance. - You did?

Yes. The first one-step-- I hope you don't mind.

Oh, no. No, of course not.

Why don't you ask Rosemary?

- Oh, no, I couldn't. - Tell her I suggested it.

Well, when your partner comes.

Oh, but you needn't wait around.

He'll be here any second.

Who is he? I can keep an eye out for him.

Oh, I don't think you know him.

What's his name?

His name? Well, it's--

Angier Duke.

This is our dance, isn't it?

The first one-step?

Yes. Mr. Duke, Mr. Blakely.

You can't keep her to yourself

all evening, Mr. Blakely.

No, I guess not.

Miss Biddle.

He's probably a nice enough fellow

when you get to know him.

Shall we have our dance?

Mr. Duke, why did you do that?

Because I thought I'd like to know you.

Worked out real well, didn't it?

Why do you want to know me?

Because you're not like the other girls.

I mean that in the nicest way.

I don't like these pushy girls

who think they can trap any man with a big act.

But you saw me practicing. Didn't it scare you away?

No. You were so bad at it.

Oh.

Oh, it's a waltz.

The waltz is for old people.

Oh, is it?

I warned you, I'm not a very good dancer.

Oh, nonsense, Mr. Blakely.

You're as light as an elf.

I don't think the waltz is for old people.

I was just saying something somebody told me.

Are we dancing?

Are we really here?

Is this feeling something real

or will it disappear?

Are we dancing?

Does the music soar?

Was this lovely song I hear

Ever heard before?

Are your eyes confessing things

I alone can see?

Or is my imagination

Flying away with me?

Are we dancing?

Say we really are

Then I'll know that I

Reached into the sky

I reached into the sky

And touched a star

Is this feeling something real

Or will it disappear?

Was this lovely song I hear

Ever heard before?

Are your eyes

confessing things

I alone can see?

Or is my imagination

Flying away with me?

Are we dancing?

Say we really are

- Then I'll know that I - I'll know that I

- Reached into the sky - Reached to the sky

I reached into the sky

and touched

A star

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's more than beautiful.

It's a-a masterpiece of engineering...

Well, a Rolls Royce silver ghost.

Oh.

Yes, it's very nice.

You know, the chassis of that car

Is-- Is bolted together with special tapered bolts

Made to fit holes that were reamed by hand.

Yeah.

It's practically sewn together.

Well, I don't know very much about cars.

Oh, you don't have to know much to appreciate a rolls.

If you were just once out on the road in that car...

oh, say, it's cold out here, isn't it?

Can I get your coat?

My uncle has a silver ghost.

I've driven it.

I've been up to 75 miles an hour...

smooth as silk.

The suspension system...

really is remarkable.

May I see you again?

Now you have to.

Pardon me, Cordelia.

My friends, I'd like to offer a toast...

to our guests of honor,

and to the entire Marine Corps,

the most glorious institution god ever put

on this broad green earth.

I recently traveled to Washington

to see if anyone there was concerned

about this war that's got half the world in flames.

I was treated to a lot of excuses,

and a lot of-- A lot of speeches,

Until I got to the marines.

It's going to be a long evening.

When I talked to the marine commandant

about preparedness, he understood.

When I told him there were 5,000 men here in Philadelphia

ready and eager to be trained, he was interested.

These three young men arrived this morning

as proof of his sincerity.

They're going to work with our Philadelphia Corps.

And if war comes, by George, we're going to be ready.

I believe in this country

But our country's unprepared

Our defenses aren't worth a hill of beans

So when a man loves his country

Should he sit back and complain

Or call out the United States Marines?

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

What better way, what better means

to take my stand with the marines

What's wrong with that?

To the Marine Corps.

Gentlemen, I want to say again it's good to have you with us.

Thank you.

Sir, is the Philadelphia corps

the same thing as the Biddle Bible classes?

Well, it grew out of that.

The Bible classes are the hardcore.

Uh, the core of the corps.

Yes, you might say that.

Well, Mr. Biddle, you've done a swell job

getting all those men together.

I think it's great, a man like yourself

- Taking such an interest. - A man like myself?

Yes, an older man with plenty of money.

And I promise you, sir, we'll have them

snapping to in no time.

Lieutenant, I already have them snapping to.

I expect you to take it from there.

Will you take seconds, gentlemen?

No, thank you.

The one thing my men need is formal combat training.

I'm depending on you gentlemen for that.

John, would you please tell Mrs. Worth

that I'd like to serve dinner as soon as possible?

Yes, ma'am.

It's trench fighting that's going to win this war.

I want my men to learn how to use a bayonet

and the butt of a gun.

Oh, we've got a training program all set up, sir,

and close combat is a part of it.

A big part, I hope. It'll save lives.

I know I'm anxious to learn.

It's pretty strenuous exercise, Mr. Biddle.

Is it, now?

Of course, you'll be welcome to observe, sir.

Gentlemen, may I show you around the place?

We'll start with the stables. This way, gentlemen.

The stables are right out here, across the terrace.

Oh, dear, let's not move the entire party outside.

It looks as if Anthony might learn a lesson tonight.

I'm tempted to go out there and watch myself.

Aunt Mary,

You forget that Anthony's boxed with champions.

But they were friends, Cordelia,

and professionals.

These young men are not friends,

and there is nothing so dangerous

as the inspired amateur.

Yes, I fixed this place up to provide some healthy fun

and relaxation for myself and the rest of the family.

Say, would any of you like to go a round or two

before dinner?

How about you marines?

Do any of you know how to box?

Oh, we all know how to box, sir.

- That's part of our training. - Fine.

John!

You want to box with me, sir?

Oh, we'll just go a couple of rounds, lieutenant.

Thank you.

You know, uh, a lot of older men take up sports

of one kind or another just to pass the time.

- John! - You yelled, sir?

Yes. Would you keep time for us, John?

Yes, sir.

We box by college rules here, lieutenant.

Two-minute rounds.

Thank you, John.

Well, are you ready, lieutenant?

- Yes, sir. - All right, John.

Time, gentlemen.

The men in the Philadelphia corps

have a lot to learn about military science.

But, uh, but you will find them well-disciplined,

and physically fit.

Oh, so that's your style, is it?

Bill O'Brien used to lean on his left like that.

Poor Bill, he never was a really top fighter.

One thing to remember about the Philadelphia Corps,

they're civilians.

You'll get a lot more out of them if you lead them.

Rather than bully them.

Know what I mean?

Oh, lieutenant!

Well, that was just a lucky punch.

Might just as well have happened to me.

Come on.

Hey, that was, uh-- That was quick thinking,

Catching old Jim Corbett in your lap like that, heh heh.

John, that's a bad spot for old Jim up there.

I'll bet we've knocked him off that wall

at least a dozen times.

You know, Corbett and I sparred in this very ring

Several times-- He was a great fighter.

Well, who's next?

Well, don't you think we ought to go back, sir?

We wouldn't want to delay dinner, sir.

Well, that's very considerate.

We'll rejoin the ladies, then.

Oh, John, would you get some ice for the lieutenant's lip?

It'll keep the swelling down.

I'll bring some directly, sir.

As soon as I ger Mr. Corbett back up on the wall.

Hey, you know, I've worked up a little appetite.

Yes, boxing always helps my appetite--

Greatest sport in the world.

Mr. Biddle, I've got a proposition.

If you won't tell the men of the Philadelphia Corps

that you took the best boxer among us in one round,

why, we'll teach you all the close combat you want, sir.

Fine, fine. I'm looking forward to it.

Oh, say, gentlemen, before we go in to dinner,

I want to show you my alligators.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

What better way

What better means

To take your stand with the marines

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

Come on, gentlemen, I'll show you the alligators.

The days of the custom car are numbered.

Even in luxury automobiles,

standardization is a practical necessity,

not only for the manufacturer,

but for the individual car owner as well.

- Take a car like the marmon... - I'd rather not.

Huh?

Angie, do you think we could talk about something

besides automobiles for a change?

World affairs or the weather.

I'm sorry, Cordy.

Or you.

I'd really love to hear about you.

Okay, me.

- What kind of music do you like? - Music?

What's your favorite book?

Let me see, my favorite book...

- Let's talk about your career. - My career?

Well, there's not much to tell.

- We're in tobacco. - Do you like tobacco?

As a business, I mean?

Well, I guess so.

You guess so?

I haven't thought that much about it.

It's a family business,

And I guess I'll take it over someday.

Is there something you'd rather do?

Yes, but you said you wanted to talk about something else.

Oh, no.

You mean you want to make a career

out of automobiles?

There's a shiny city west of here

Where dreams are booming into gear

It's no humdrum, 9:00 to 5:00 town

It's a growing, going

Bright, alive town

Golden sparks light up the skies there

Like a thousand fourth of July's there

How I want to stake a claim

And roll up my sleeves

And make a name in

- Detroit - Detroit?

Michigan.

You can hear it humming, see it coming

Feel it everywhere you go

It's tomorrow morning

The future dawning

With a bright and shining glow

It's a land where golden chariots

Are molded out of dreams

Detroit

Detroit

Detroit

Detroit

It's Detroit

Oh, if I could be there

I'd be free there

Standin' on my own two feet

I'd invent new motors, design new rotors

I'd be in the driver's seat

I'd make all my dreams realities

Oh, I'd be on my way

In Detroit

Detroit

Detroit

Detroit

In Detroit

Others are giving

Their dreams a try

If others can dream there

Why can't i?

Cordy, you'd be amazed at the things

They're doing out there.

They're working on a two-range transmission,

Four-wheel brakes!

Uh, do you think they could do something about the seats?

- Sure. That's easy. - And, uh, heat the inside?

Why not? There's hot water in the radiator.

How about a gramophone,

so we could have music on long trips?

- Sure. It's possible. - And any color you want?

Oh, I don't know about that.

Okay, any color you want.

So you see

Where the rainbow ends for me

Is known to the world

As F.O.B. Detroit

What is it?

I don't know. I'll find out.

Cordy... you think I'm crazy?

About Detroit, I mean.

Boy, my mother does.

If you hear it humming

See it coming

That's the place where you must go

But to make your name there

You must stake your claim there

And let no one tell you no

Then you don't think I'm crazy.

Then my dreams of golden chariots

In Detroit

Can all come true

For you hear it humming

And you see it coming

And you

Want to be there

Too

Oh!

Oh. Ooh!

Hurry.

Well, those men looked good tonight.

Yes, sir, like seasoned troopers.

Don't you think they looked good?

Yes, dear. They looked cold too.

I was sorry for them.

Well, they're gonna have to fight battles in cold weather.

Oh, I wasn't criticizing, dear.

It was a lovely parade.

- Oh, it's cold inhere. - Yes, it is.

You know, I think the furnace must be off.

No, the radiator's hot.

Well, there's a terrible draft coming from somewhere.

- The conservatory, I think. - The conservatory?

John!

My alligators! Look at my alligators!

John!

George...

John!

Yes, sir? You yelled, sir?

What's happened here? Why are these windows open?

Must have been the new maid, sir.

What new maid?

Her name is Florence, dear. She started this afternoon.

She was complaining about the smell.

- What smell? - Well, the alligators.

- They do have a certain... - What?

Uh, we're accustomed to it, dear.

Oh.

She probably decided to give the room an airing...

and forgot to close up again.

Well, of all the blasted, stupid--

Get an axe.

Anthony!

Not for Florence. For the alligators.

Maybe they're still alive in there.

We'll chop 'em out. An axe! Move!

Dead, dead, dead.

Get some more towels, John.

Yes, ma'am.

Anthony, it's after midnight.

Yeah.

But I hate to give up.

I know, dear, but there comes a time.

I'll get it.

Dead, dead, dead.

Hello?

Yes, this is Mr. Biddle. Who's calling?

Oh, yes.

How long ago?

Well, what have you done about it?

Have you called the police?

- Well, then, call them, blast it! - What is it, Anthony?

I want that blasted town turned upside down.

Do you hear? All right.

And call me back the minute you know anything.

- Is it Cordy? - Yes.

- She's missing. - Missing?

Three hours past curfew,

and nobody up there has any idea where she is.

That's a fine way to run a prison.

You don't suppose she's been kidnapped?

Oh, Anthony, for heaven's sake.

Well, it happens.

- Operator! - Don't do anything foolish.

Foolish? Our daughter is heaven knows where--

- Operator! - Hello.

Cordy.

Mother!

- Cordy! - Papa!

- Are you all right? - Of course I'm all right.

- You're not hurt in any way? - What are you talking about?

We just had a call from Miss Wingfield.

Oh.

I was hoping we'd get here before that happened.

- The bad weather held us up. - Us?

Is someone with you, Cordy?

Yes.

My fiance.

Your... Your what?

His name is Angier Buchanan Duke.

He's in the car.

Do you mean to tell me that some boy

is sitting out there in front of this house

thinking he's going to marry you?

Anthony, please!

He wanted to make sure I got in all right.

I'll tell him he can go now.

- Good night. - Good night?

Aren't you going to ask him in?

No, mother, I don't think so.

I'll call you in the morning.

We don't even get a chance to see him?

Of course you'll see him... when you're ready.

I am ready now.

No, papa, I'm not gonna let you at him,

not until you get used to the idea.

Where did you meet this young man, Cordy?

At a party aunt Gladys and uncle Bill gave.

I wrote you about it.

You didn't write us about getting engaged!

But he didn't ask me until today.

- What took him so long? - Oh, now, Anthony.

Papa, I think you'll really like him very much

if you just give him a chance.

Of course we'll give him a chance.

- Is it dreamin', I am? - Hello, John!

- Oh, you look fine! - Because I'm happy.

I'm engaged.

Engaged, is it? Well, isn't that grand?

I'm very happy for you.

Isn't that wonderful news, Mrs. Biddle?

Isn't it just--

Yes, well, I'd best be getting these towels

- into the parlor. - Towels?

We, uh...

we had a sort of accident this evening.

But I think we should all go up to bed now

and talk in the morning, hmm?

I am tired.

Oh, we got stuck in the snow twice,

and-- And we thought we'd broken the axel,

and then the fan belt came off.

But it was fun. Good night, mother.

Good night, darling.

It's so nice to be home.

I love you, papa.

Good night.

Good night.

"My fiance," she says, without batting an eye.

And you just stand there.

And I just stand there.

What else could we do?

We've never met the young man.

We don't know anything about him.

What's that got to do with it?

- She's a child. - She's a young woman.

You can't hold back the clocks, Anthony.

Cordelia, I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not trying to hold back any clocks.

- She's not ready for marriage. - You're not ready.

Well, I'm not going to sit still for it.

Anthony, you'll be making

the greatest mistake of your life

if you try to stop this engagement.

Is it wrong for me to try to protect my daughter?

Cordy has a mind of her own.

Faced with an obstacle, she will proceed

with still greater determination.

You, of all people, ought to know that.

You don't want to push her into an elopement.

Come on.

You know, I'm anxious to see what he looks like.

I believe you're enjoying this.

Well, in a way, I am.

It's a very exciting time.

Exci-- Cordelia...

sometimes you amaze me.

I hope so, Anthony.

It never rains, but it pours--

To lose your only daughter and your pet alligators

All on the same black night.

Aah!

Aah!

- What's all the blasted-- - Aah!

Anthony, what are you doing down there?

Well, the girl's crazy.

That stuff she uses to color her hair

must've gone to her brain.

Miss, would you mind telling me what--

- Aah! - What's going on?

Aah!

Well!

Well, I'll be!

- Anthony, what is it? - Everything's all right now.

That nitwit girl frighten you? Huh?

They're not dead! John!

- John! - Yes, sir.

John, they're not dead.

Yes, sir. I-I know, sir.

- Come on, George. - George!

Cordelia, it's George!

- What is it, Papa? - They're not dead.

Aah!

Whoa! Aah!

George. George, come back here.

Aah!

Allow me, sir.

George.

George, not outside. You'll freeze all over again.

Oh... here you are, mother.

All right, out of there.

Run along now.

In the conservatory. Uh, uh...

Thank you.

Come on. You heard what mother said--

Into the conservatory.

George?

Did, uh, George come back in here again?

I didn't see him, dear.

Take a look in the dining room, John.

Where do you suppose he got to?

There's breakfast to get on the table,

in case you forgot.

Oh, how can you be so calm

with those monsters on the loose?

They know better than to get in my way.

You can fill the cream pitcher and get busy setting the table.

Oh...oh...

Aaah!

Oh!

Idiot girl.

None of 'em stay very long.

I'll teach you to make yourself at home in--

Come out, Georgie!

Oh... me new broom.

You drop that! Drop it, I say!

You ungodly beast.

You'd be a handbag if I had my way.

Go on! Unh! Unh!

You should have let out a call, Mrs. Worth.

I'd have given you a hand.

Thank you, Mr. Lawless. It wasn't necessary.

I manage very well on me own.

Breakfast will be in half an hour.

I have to slice some more bacon.

Thank you, Mrs. Worth.

Well-- Well, I-I think we'd better get dressed.

That girl may come back here with the police.

- Cordy. - Yes, Papa?

Cordy, I've been thinking things over,

and I realize I acted badly last night.

I want you to invite your young man to dinner,

so I can, as you say, give him a chance.

Thank you, papa.

Well, you know, I worked up quite an appetite.

I think I'd rather have scrapple than bacon.

Mrs. Worth?

- Thank you, Mother. - What for, darling?

For helping papa change his mind.

Did I do that? Are you sure?

Oh...

There's an old irish proverb--

To have your alligators thawed out

and your daughter forgive you all on the same bright day...

that's fortuosity.

- John? - Sir?

Who were you talking to?

No one, sir.

Well, you know what they say about people

who talk to themselves.

It's like I said. It's another case of...

fortuosity

That's me byword

Fortuosity, me--

George?

George?

Round the corner

Aha!

George?

George?

I've had about as much as I can stand now.

George? George!

In the tank.

Will you get in the tank when I tell you?

Right.

Aaaah! George!

George...

will you come back here, you--

Come on.

Uhh...

aaaaa-uhh...

oh, did I frighten you, then?

Hey, George--

George!

George!

Geor-- Not in the music room.

Get-- George--

Come on, George, up.

Hut! That's a good lad.

There you go.

Come on, boy. This way, lad.

That's a good man. There you go.

It's like I said.

Every bit of life is lit

By fortuosity

That's me byword

Every bit of life is lit

By fortuosi--

A twinkle in the eye word

Every bit of life is lit

By for-tu

os-i-ty

Aah!

John?

Coming, sir.

Yes, it can only be a matter of weeks now.

Even the white house admits we can't stay out of this war.

I tried to enlist, but you know what they told me?

"You're too old."

Me, in the prime of life, fit as a fiddle, too old.

A little more wine, Mr. Duke?

No, thank you, Mr. Biddle. I still have a full glass.

Don't you like the wine?

I mean, we have others, a whole cellar full.

No, thank you. No. I don't drink very much.

It goes right to my head.

That's where it's supposed to go.

So you live in New York, Mr. Duke?

- Yes, ma'am, I do. - Do you like it?

Yes, I guess so.

I never could stand the place myself.

- How about your work? - Sir?

- Do you enjoy working? - Well, no, not really.

- To tell you the truth, sir-- - Well, I don't blame you.

Offices are deadly places.

They confine a man, spiritually and physically.

What do you do to escape?

Escape, sir?

Yes. You go out for sports?

- Well, I-I have a boat. - A boat?

- A yacht, papa. - Oh, a yacht.

Well, I suppose a man can get a kick out of a yacht.

- Do you? - Do I what, sir?

Get a kick out of your blasted yacht?

Well...

I haven't been on it for a while.

Well, I suppose you've been busy

getting ready for the war.

Angie's gonna turn his boat over, papa.

Turn it over.

Well, that's a good thing to do with a boat.

To the coast guard, papa.

Hmm.

Mother thought it would be a good idea.

I see.

Tell me, Mr. Duke, what else do you like?

Besides sailing, I mean.

Hiking? Skiing?

I broke an ankle once skiing.

Did you get right back up on those skis and try again?

- No, sir. - Well, you should have.

Well, the bone was kind of sticking out.

Oh.

Oh, that's right, it, uh, goes to your head.

You do any fishing or hunting?

Or do you box?

No, sir, I--

I just don't seem to have the time.

You should take the time.

I was a sickly child, Mr. Duke-- Asthma.

And then when I was ten, I came down with typhoid fever.

"Well, that's it," they said. "He'll never make it."

But I did make it.

And somehow the fever killed the asthma.

It was like a miracle.

And do you know what I learned at that early age, Mr. Duke?

That life is a precious and wonderful thing.

But you just can't sit there and let it lap around you.

You have to dive into it.

You have to taste it. You have to feel it.

You have to use it.

And the more you use, the more you have.

That's the wonder of it.

Would you like some more dessert, Mr. Duke?

No, thank you, Mrs. Biddle.

It's delicious, though.

Is something wrong, Mr. Duke?

Well, look-it there!

Well, it's Lucy!

I'll bet she's been hiding under there all day,

where it's warm.

John? John, look what I found.

Are you all right, Mr. Duke?

Yes, thank you.

I don't feel well. I-I think I'm getting a cold.

Oh, Cordy, why don't you take Mr. Duke

into the parlor?

Yes, ma'am?

John, bring some more coffee into the parlor, will you?

You little devil.

Well, decided to make a holiday of it, did you?

I told you he keeps alligators.

It's not that. I mean, it's not just that.

Cordy, he scares me to death.

But that's the whole trouble.

You've got to stand up to him.

I think he'd punch me in the nose.

Punch him back.

Or better still, punch him first.

When he comes in here, you've got to talk up to him.

Whatever he says, you dive right in

and contradict him.

- Even when he's right? - Especially when he's right.

Cordy, I couldn't do that.

Angie, I want him to like you,

and I'm telling you how to go about it.

Are you feeling better, Mr. Duke?

Oh, yes, thank you.

It was a little close in there.

Yes, in this cold weather, one has to be so careful--

Going outdoors, coming in.

Cold weather's good for you.

Clears the lungs. Puts the heart to work.

I like hot weather.

- You do? - Yes, sir, I do.

Well...

now we know.

Over here, please, John.

Mr. Biddle, I understand you're a real boxing enthusiast.

Well, yes.

Yes, for some years now--

I never could see much in it as a sport.

I-I mean, two men just standing there

hitting each other.

It doesn't seem to have much subtlety to it.

- It doesn't? - No, sir.

John, bring in the gloves.

- The boxing gloves, sir? - Yes, the boxing gloves.

Anthony, what are you thinking of?

I want to show Mr. Duke some of the subtleties

of the sport and correct his false impression.

John and I can box a quick couple of rounds.

Me, Mr. Biddle? Fighting you, sir?

- In my parlor? - Uh, just a demonstration.

Mr. Duke, would you mind moving that chair out of the way?

The medium gloves, John.

Pardon me, Cordy.

Anthony, I really don't think this is the time or place--

Cordelia, we don't have to stand on ceremonies

with Mr. Duke.

After all, he's practically a member of the family.

- Right, Mr. Duke? - Right, sir.

As a matter of fact, sir, I was just wondering,

why can't I try it?

- What's that? - Why can't I fight you?

Without knowing what you're doing?

From what I've seen of the sport,

there can't be that much to it.

Well, Mr. Duke--

- Anthony... - I don't think so.

I thought this was one house

where a man could get a fair fight.

John, give Mr. Duke your gloves, hmm?

Gladly, sir. Allow me, Mr. Biddle.

Cordy, can you help me with these?

Angie, I really don't think you have to go this far.

Please.

Okay.

You keep time, John.

Cordelia, he wants to. You heard him.

Anthony, I hope you know what you're doing.

I'll be careful with him.

That isn't exactly what I meant.

Are we ready, gentlemen?

- Yes. You ready, Mr. Duke? - Yes, sir.

We'll see if we can't show you

that there's more to boxing than you seem to think there is.

- All right, John. - Time.

Never take your eye off your opponent, Mr. Duke.

Uh, Mr. Duke, boxing is called

the art of self-defense for good reason.

That means you're supposed to protect yourself.

Hmm?

Your stomach, your chin.

Keep circling, Angie. Keep circling.

You see, Mr. Duke?

If I'd been throwing hard punches,

You'd be in trouble-- Protect yourself.

Keep your chin tucked, Angie.

- My chin what? - Tucked.

No, just keep it behind your shoulder,

So you don't get hurt, hmm?

All right, now you throw some punches at me, Mr. Duke.

Uh-Uh, never lead with your right, Mr. Duke.

You're open for a left hook. See?

Throw another punch.

Now the stomach. See?

You're not protecting yourself, Mr. Duke.

A little more subtle than you thought,

Isn't it, Mr. Duke?

Hey, wait.

Whoa, now. Wait a minute.

Wait-- Wait-- Wait a minute, Mr. Duke.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, yay, Mr. Duke!

Wait a minute, now.

You see, Mr. Duke--

Angie!

Mr. Duke, you ran right into my glove.

Will he need the ice, sir?

Oh, he's all right, aren't you, Mr. Duke?

Yes, sir. Sure, I'm okay.

Well, I hope you're not upset with me.

No. If I were upset I'd take care of you.

- You'd take care of me? - That's right.

Well, now, I, uh--

I find myself wondering about that.

- You do? - Yes, indeed I do.

Excuse me, John.

Sir, would you take your boxing stance

- right here, please? - Angie.

Cordy, just stand right over here.

Now what?

Oooooohh...

Oh! Papa!

Say, that's a--

That's a pretty good trick.

Will you be needing the ice, sir?

- Anthony, are you all right? - Of course I'm all right.

He caught me unawares, that's all.

Would you care to try it again, sir... awares?

Confound it, boy, I've had my share

of roughhouse fighting, you know.

Couldn't all this wait for another time?

The coffee's really getting quite cold.

Don't worry, Mrs. Biddle, no one will get hurt...

at least I won't.

What do you want to do, wrestle?

It's called jujitsu, sir.

It's a little like wrestling, yes.

Angie, please! Have you gone crazy?

Yes, I think I have, Cordy.

And I feel right at home.

Heh heh heh.

Oooooooohh..

Uh, Mr. Duke, are you all right?

Is he all right?

I hope I didn't hurt you, sir.

Well, nothing that won't wear off.

That's a grand style of fighting, sir.

I'd like to learn it meself.

I've got a feeling it might come in handy someday.

We've all got to learn it,

every last man in the Philadelphia Corps.

Mr. Duke, I want to thank you.

That's a remarkable thing.

Why, it could mean the difference

between life and death in hand-to-hand combat.

You will teach it to me, won't you?

Yes, of course, sir.

Then one of these days we'll have a return match.

Well, Cordelia,

These two young people haven't been alone all evening.

Yes, well, it's time to say good night.

It's been so nice having you, Mr. Duke.

- May I call you Angie? - Please.

Well, then good night, Angie.

And we'll see you very soon, hmm?

Good night, dear.

- Good night, Mr. Duke. - Good night, sir.

- Jujitsu, is it? - Yes, sir.

By George, it's remarkable!

Good night, Cordy.

Papa.

Papa, thank you.

Thank me for what? He could have killed me.

Can we announce our engagement soon?

- Yes, of course. - Why not?

And can I go to New York and meet Angie's family?

Definitely.

The Biddles and the Dukes will have to get to know each other.

And the sooner the better.

Angie!

Angie, you sly boy.

Whatever have you gone and done?

Mother, I'd like you to meet Cordelia.

So this is the girl?

The one you have picked out of all the world

to be yours alone?

My goodness.

Why, I nearly fainted when I got your call.

Engaged, imagine that--

And to a girl from Philadelphia.

We're going to have a busy schedule.

Mother, I hope you haven't told people.

- Cordy and I thought-- - Only a select few.

Come along, Cordelia dear.

Everyone who knows is frantic to entertain you.

Lorraine Mansfield called three times.

Angie.

Oh, I thought you'd never come.

No, I got stuck with my cousin Margaret.

I'm freezing.

Here, I'll fix that.

Angie, are you out here?

Oh, so you are, behind a bush.

We came out for a little fresh air, mother.

The last thing we need, Angie,

is for you to come down with a cold.

We'll be right in, mother.

Well, I'd appreciate it. People are asking for you.

Excuse me.

- Papa! - Cordy!

Let me look at you.

You know, you're going to end up a real beauty

if you're not careful.

Oh, papa.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Oh, it's good to see you, sweetheart.

Well, come over here and sit down.

Now, tell me, how do you like the big city?

Oh, fine.

There's always something going on.

You get along with the Dukes all right?

Yes, of course, perfectly.

Cordy... oh, Mr. Biddle!

- Well, how are you, son? - Just fine, sir.

Keeping that jujitsu in good practice?

I've been doing a little practicing myself.

- Angie. - Oh, mother--

Oh.

Mother, may I introduce Mr. Biddle.

Oh--

Oh, well, this is a happy surprise.

I'm very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Duke.

Oh, is it quite safe?

A beautiful woman has always been safe with me.

Oh, I doubt that, Mr. Biddle.

Mrs. Duke, Mrs. Biddle and I are sorry.

We've had to refuse the kind invitations we've received,

but it seems this war has been taking up all my time.

Well, we've all been disappointed, naturally.

What finally brought you to New York?

- I'm on tour. - Tour?

With a squad of marines.

We demonstrate bayonet techniques.

Oh...

in auditoriums, theaters--

Anywhere we can find the space.

- Whatever for? - It's a recruiting device.

Stirs the blood to see these young men locked

in hand-to-hand combat.

I'm sure it must.

We're, uh, just passing through New York

on our way to Boston.

And I couldn't resist stopping off between trains

to see my little girl.

Well, it's been a treat for all of us.

You'll join our party, of course?

I'm afraid I can't, Mrs. Duke.

I have a 10:00 train to catch.

Oh, well, I'll go with you to the station.

Good, Cordy. I'd like that.

If you'll excuse her for a while, Mrs. Duke.

Oh, but of course.

Excuse me. I'll get my wrap.

- I can get you a cab, sir. - Oh, thank you.

Well,

it won't be long now.

The wedding in Philadelphia.

No, no, it won't be long.

And how do you like it?

They make a handsome couple.

Oh, you don't like it any better than I do.

It takes getting used to.

Yeah.

Wasn't too long ago

that Angier wouldn't pick a suit of clothes

without asking my opinion.

Now he goes off to Lakewood for a weekend

and picks someone to spend the rest of his life with.

Yes.

Well.

Mrs. Duke, I want to thank you for the generous way

you've entertained my daughter.

It's my pleasure, Mr. Biddle.

I love spectacle.

Well, I'm not so sure

how spectacular you'll find Philadelphia,

but, uh, we'll certainly do our best.

I'm sure you will.

Good night.

Good night.

I think I might be coming home next week.

But I thought you were going to stay

until the end of the month?

Well, I'm awfully tired.

You sure there's nothing wrong?

Of course I'm sure.

I just want to...

curl up in my own bed

in my own room and...

stay there for about a week.

They're not like us, papa.

When a man has a daughter

She's always in his heart

Happiness is part of all his prayers

When a man has a daughter

He wants her life to be

As smooth as satin ribbon

That she wears

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

I want her home

Where she's free of care

I miss her footsteps

On the stairs

What's wrong with that?

- Mrs. Duke? - Yes?

Well, I found some more people for you to meet.

How delightful.

Gentlemen, this is Cordy's future mother in law.

Mrs. Duke, may I present Joe Turner?

Glad to know you, Mrs. Duke.

Joe is one of the mainstays in my Bible classes.

You'd never believe he was a bum and a drunk when I found him.

Mr. Biddle sure saved me, all right.

- He's tops on my list. - I'm sure.

You're marrying into a fine family.

Yes, we'll try to be deserving.

And this is bill O'Brien.

Bill once fought for the heavyweight title.

If I'd have lasted that third round,

I'd have got him.

I was just getting on to his tricks.

It's really something to fight for the title.

Oh, there's madame Lafarge.

Finest voice teacher in Philadelphia.

Do you like opera, Mrs. Duke?

Sometimes.

Madame Lafarge sings a mean Carmen.

Would you excuse me?

Nice party. Huh, Mrs. Duke?

Oh, yes. Colorful.

Well, we can't let New York outclass Philadelphia.

Thanks, John.

Say, uh, I could use another slug of that champagne punch.

- How about you, Mrs. Duke? - Oh, no, thank you.

I haven't finished the... slug I already have.

Bella figlia dell'amore,

Schiavo son dei vezzi tuoi

Con un detto sol tu puoi

Le mie pene Le mie pene consolar.

Vieni e senti del mio core

Il frequente palpitar.

Con un detto sol tu puoi

Le mie pene Le mie pene consolar.

Tell me,

Does Mr. Biddle often present himself in concert?

From time to time, ma'am.

He sang once at a real opera.

Dressed up like a clown he was,

and sang out loud and clear through the whole thing.

Sounds as though he were appropriately costumed.

Papa did Pagliacci

with the Manhattan Opera Company.

You're joking.

At least he feels like singing.

Well, so do I sometimes,

but I keep it to myself.

Aren't you having anything to eat?

You might like the sour pickles.

Oh, shut up.

Hi.

You're crying.

- You're late. - Is that why you're crying?

No.

I'm crying because... oh, I don't know why.

Cordy, there has to be a reason.

Angie...

we're gonna be married in just three days.

I-I know.

I'm afraid.

Ever since we got engaged, I never see you alone.

We never talk. We never touch.

I seem like a total stranger to you, right?

- You feel it too? - Oh, yes, Cordy.

That's why I was late today.

I was so nervous and worried about everything,

I decided to take a walk, to clear my mind,

to get things straight.

I-I walked clear to the Delaware river.

Oh, Angie.

We can't let this happen.

Everything will be all right

once we get away from

parties and our families,

And-- And we're on our way to Detroit.

- What is it? - Hold it.

Uh, just a minute, Mr. Duke.

I'd like another picture please.

Later.

Is something wrong?

Cordy, there's something I have to tell you

- about Detroit. - Yes?

Well, uh, I've been giving it some thought,

And-- And I've come to the conclusion that--

Angier! Where have you been?

I feel like Daniel in the lion's den.

Excuse me.

I shouldn't stay away from my guests too long.

Mother,

why do you have to act this way?

Oh, forgive me.

I don't believe it is my behavior

that is questionable here.

What about those wedding invitations?

I don't know yet,

and you promised not to mention it.

Well, but we have to know.

Mother,

This is a very difficult time for me,

And I wish you'd help me out

by going along with the Biddles' way of doing things.

After all, this is their house.

Angier, are you snapping at me?

Why, that's not like you.

Oh, never mind. We'll help each other.

I promise I will do everything I can

to keep the atmosphere peaceful.

Thank you, mother.

And when we are out of all this madness

and you're on your way to the Ozarks...

mother, I warned you not to talk about that.

Oh, yes. So you did.

Tell me, is there anything I can talk about?

Is there no one to answer the door?

Where are the servants?

Oh, they're out there,

fighting for their lives.

Young man,

tell Mr. Biddle I'm waiting in the parlor.

I have no intention of going out into that mob.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you know who that young man is?

That is Angier Duke.

There are those who would consider the heir

to a multi-Million-Dollar fortune

improper choice for errand boy.

And there are those

sufficiently accustomed to wealth.

That the only thing to be considered in such a choice

is how well will the young man

perform the errand.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Drexel.

But I will have a closer look when he comes back.

He must be quite something

if Cordy can spend a month in New York

and still want to marry him.

Well, if you ladies will make yourselves comfortable,

I'll fetch some nice refreshments.

There are those who consider New York

the only true city in the country.

And there are those who wear bibs when they eat,

but generally speaking,

they are not persons of influence.

Indeed.

Indeed.

Champagne punch

and some darling little sandwiches.

There are those whose social standing

Is constantly demanding

Every single thing we do

The public knows

Then there is a lower strata

Where propriety doesn't matter

I suppose

There are those

There are those

There are those to whom position

Is a natural born condition

To be worn with ease

Like comfortable old clothes

Though the nouveau riche deny it

All their money cannot buy it

Class will out

Goodness knows

But there are those

Watercress on toast, ma'am.

There are those who grace the pages of the blue book

Never heard of it.

Is it a new book?

Simply anyone who is anyone is listed.

Oh, you mean the New York telephone directory.

Hardly.

There are those whose names

Predate the constitution.

Yes, and some of them

Oppose the revolution.

- Conservative. - Reactionary.

Cream cheese and cucumber?

Philadelphia is the cradle of liberty

Slumbering like an aging page of history

Chopped liver.

There are those who flaunt prosperity

There are those who flaunt austerity

Posing cozy on their rosy status quos

Poison dart? I mean raisin tart.

There are those quite influential

There are those inconsequential

There are those

There are those

There are those

There are those

There are those

I suppose.

There are those.

Well, Mrs. Duke, I see you've met aunt Mary.

Good afternoon, aunt Mary.

Oh, Mary, I was looking for you in the garden.

- Not in that mob. - Hello, aunt Mary.

Cordy.

- Aunt Mary, this is Angie. - They've met.

Mrs. Drexel,

I would like to ask you a question or two

about how weddings are managed

by proper Philadelphians.

Mother, you promised.

What about the way weddings are managed

- by Philadelphians? - Would anyone like a sandwich?

No. No, thank you, John.

Is something wrong, Mrs. Duke?

Something is decidedly wrong.

I'll have a sandwich. Let's all have a sandwich.

What about the wedding?

Really look delicious. Won't you have one, mother?

I've already had one.

What about the wedding, blast it?

I would like to know, Mr. Biddle,

Why the Dukes have not received invitations.

As I understand it,

The Drexels and the Biddles

are coming by the thousands.

It is customary in most societies

to invite the family of the groom as well.

But there was a separate box of Duke invitations.

Yes. Yes, I remember that.

Well, could something have gone wrong at the post office?

Well, John and I took them in ourselves.

- John? - Sir.

See if you can find out anything.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure there's some simple explanation.

We'll certainly take care of it, Mrs. Duke.

- These little things happen. - Little things?

How would you feel

if the Drexels had not been invited?

They'd come anyhow.

They're relatives.

May surprise you to know

that the laws of kinship

operate in New York

and in North Carolina.

Only one thing surprises me, Mrs. Duke.

Now wait a minute. I don't see any reason--

Stop it. All of you.

Duke pride, Drexel pride,

Biddle pride.

Philadelphia versus New York.

I'm sick to death of it.

Angie and I have been shoved aside

while everyone is busy turning our wedding

into the biggest production

and the biggest fight in history.

It isn't fair.

And I'm not gonna let it go on this way

If-- If Angie and I have to elope.

Elope? And make us all look like fools?

At this moment, Mrs. Duke,

I don't care what you look like.

Cordy.

Angier, you had better speak to your bride.

This wedding is going to take place on schedule,

and it is going to be done right.

Once you're safe in our railroad car

and on your way to Arkansas,

You can indulge your whim.

Until then...

Arkansas.

What about Arkansas?

Cordy, I'm sorry.

Well, what are you sorry about?

I have arranged for our private railroad car

to take you and Angier to Hot Springs.

Then back to New York in two weeks

for the board of directors meeting.

Angie.

How could you?

Well, what, please tell me, is wrong with Hot Springs?

I'm sure nothing is wrong with it, Mrs. Duke,

but I am not going to spend my honeymoon there.

Cordy, if we could just talk things over.

Just like I'm not going to live in New York.

Oh, of course you're going to live in New York.

Because I'm not going to marry you.

- What? - Cordy.

You most certainly are going to marry him.

She doesn't have to If she doesn't want to.

Anthony.

What happened to the person I fell in love with?

A person with dreams and spirit?

Someone I could believe in and root for.

Someone who can make a car any color you want.

Oh, no. I'm not getting married.

Then I'm not either!

Sir, I-- I found them, sir.

200 invitations.

They-- They were lost under the clothes we collected

for the chinese missions.

That's very funny.

It really is.

You'll pardon me for not laughing.

Angier.

Angier!

Angier.

John, uh, maybe you'd better follow him.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Biddle,

what do you intend to do about this?

- Do about it? - Yes.

You do intend to do something, don't you?

Yes, Anthony. What now?

Well, I don't know. What do you suggest?

I suggest you talk some sense into your daughter.

For once, I agree with Mrs. Duke completely.

Now wait a minute.

What about trying to talk some sense

into your son, Mrs. Duke?

Oh, I'll take care of Angier.

Uh, Mrs. Duke,

may I offer you a lift to your hotel?

My electric is waiting outside.

Oh, how very kind of you.

It's comforting to know

that there are those

who can be relied upon for support

in times of stress.

They're trying to lay this whole mess in my lap.

We'd better get back to our guests.

They're trying to blame me.

Anyone can misplace a box of invitations, can't they?

You know very well, Anthony,

the invitations have nothing to do with it.

That was just fate lending you a helping hand.

Blast.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Did I, George?

Hey, here he is!

Come on, Mr. Biddle, come on.

We want to drink a toast.

- To the father of the bride! - Now, now, just a second.

- Outside! - A toast!

Three cheers!

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Stout!

Did you ever try a good irish stout?

Look, you stay away from me.

Just a friendly suggestion, sir.

You followed me here, didn't you?

The devil I did.

Do you think you're the only person

that comes into Clancy's bar

for a little rest and little relaxation?

All right. Just leave me alone,

and keep your suggestions to yourself.

Stout.

I'm tired of people running my life for me.

As well you should be, sir.

Leading me by the hand. Telling me what to do.

It's a crime.

A man has to finally be a man.

- Right. - Right.

Well, well, well

Let's have a drink on it

As me father used to say

When the truth is nobly spoken

It's respect you've got to pay

So fill your cup and lift it up

And clink here's how

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have a drink of it now

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have a drink of it now

I don't mind telling you, John,

these last couple of weeks have really been rough.

Ah, it's a fact.

You try to please everybody,

and you end up pleasing no one at all.

'Tis the sad, sad truth, sir.

- I'll get away from it all. - Good idea.

I'll leave Philadelphia and never come back.

- Never? - Never.

Why shouldn't I?

There's nothing but trouble for me here.

There's nothing but trouble for me anywhere.

If I were to go to the ends of the earth--

That's it.

I could join the foreign legion.

The foreign legion, sir, a fine group of men, sir.

I'd be on my own then, right?

Right! Well, well, well

Let's have a drink on it

to them fighting legionnaires

To their outpost in the desert

and their gorgeous croix de guerres

To sailing for Benghazi on a rusty scow

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

Thank you, John.

I'll always be grateful for your help.

Where are you going?

To Benghazi like we said.

I can't let him get away,

or we'll never get things patched up.

Sir! A moment of your time, sir.

Just a moment.

What do you do when the water's gone

And there's no turning back?

You're four days from the fort

The arab renegades attack?

And the blistering sun keeps burning

Reinforcements can't get through

What do you do about it?

What do you do about it?

Do you blister easily?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

Ah, the foreign legion is not for you.

Drink up.

You're right, John.

Running away isn't the answer.

Oh, you're right I'm right, all right.

I've got to face my problem head on.

Now, what's my problem?

My problem is my family.

It always has been. I'll change my name.

- Renounce my fortune. - That's good thinking.

I'll take an honest job.

In a factory.

Or on a farm.

Maybe someday I'll have my own place.

- Beautiful! - I'll be like everybody else,

poor, right?

Right.

Well, well, well

Let's have a drink on it

To the simple average life

To the wages every friday

That you bring home to the wife

To the sweat of honest labor

On your average brow

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

Hey, set 'em up, Clancy!

Whoo!

Hey!

The drinks are on the Duke!

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

Thank you all. Thank you.

John, I can't tell you

how much this talk has meant to me.

Not at all, at all.

I'll write you when I get settled.

You'll write-- From where are you gonna write?

When a man has reached a turning point in his life,

why waste time?

What do you do

When you lose your job

The rent is overdue

The landlord throws you in the street

The wife the kiddies too

And the sleet and snow are falling

And you've got no place to go

Will you shut your face?

Can't you see I'm talking to the gentleman?

What do you do about it?

What do you do about it?

The simple, average life, sir... no.

Have a drink.

Well, I'm used to having money.

I might as well admit it.

I know.

I could make my own fortune.

I could drill for oil in Texas.

Think it over carefully, sir.

- Could pan for gold in Alaska. - Don't be too hasty.

Wait.

- The pearl trade in China. - The pearl trade in China?

The mysterious east.

Who knows what adventures I might live there.

- Right. - Right.

- Wrong. - Well, well, well

Let's have a drink on it Here's to China

'cross the bay

To them darling little oysters

And the pearls they give away

A man could make his fortune there

I will somehow

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

I'm off to China now

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Off to China now

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Let's have another one, sir!

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

Ha!

Ooh! Ooh!

No shilly shallying No dilly dallying

I'm off to China now

Well, well, well One last drink on it

Then you're on your merry way

What'll you do when your sampan

Springs a leak in China bay?

When the truth is nobly spoken

It's respect you got to pay

Then oriental pirates come and take your pearls away?

So fill your cup and lift it up

And drink here's how It depends.

No shilly shallying, no dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

Are you immune to yellow fever?

Bubonic plague?

Monsoons?

Locusts?

The screaming abdabs!

Oh, the shame of it all!

Do that again, me bucko,

And you won't be going anywhere.

Clancy. Two more.

Have a drink, sir.

All the very best.

Are you all right, lad?

There's nothing broken, I hope.

I think we best be going to the hotel

to have the house doctor take a look at you.

Excuse me, John.

Hold it, I say.

Quiet!

Quiet!

All right, now. Who started all this?

Come on, come on. Somebody speak up,

or I'll jail it out of youse,

Just as sure as my name's Flannigan.

Seems a shame to punish men

for defending their mother country, sergeant.

What's that?

Well, I wasn't a part of it meself,

you understand, but I did see it all from first to last.

And?

Well, it all started when the young gentleman there

expressed the opinion that all irishmen were pigs.

And the Emerald Isle a proper sty for them.

Oh, he did, did he, huh?

- Indeed. - I see.

All right, you two.

Bring young Mr. Fancy Dan along.

I'd thank you to come along too, sir.

The captain would be delighted

to hear what you just told me.

I consider it me duty, sergeant.

All right. Bring him along.

No fear, lad. I'm looking out for you.

Good morning, Cordelia.

Uh, how's Cordy this morning?

Have you seen her?

Well, I had a cold shower

and a good, brisk walk,

and now I'm hungry.

Thank you, my dear.

Yes, ma'am?

Yes, sir?

I think I'll start with some orange juice, and...

who are you?

Uh, I'm Debra, sir.

Well, good morning, Debra.

Good morning, sir.

I think after the orange juice

I'd like some cereal, please.

Yes, sir.

Pleasant enough looking girl, isn't she?

Confound it, Cordelia.

You can't go on ignoring me like this forever.

And that's how long it will be

before I respond to such childish behavior.

What do you want from me? Let's hear it.

Some kind of confession.

That's what you want, isn't it?

Well, you're not going to get it,

because I have nothing to confess.

Will that be hot or cold cereal, sir?

Neither one, blast it. I'm not hungry.

I will admit I have wondered

if Angie was the right man for Cordy,

But she made her choice, and I accepted it.

I think gracefully.

I've just been myself, that's all.

You've been yourself in spades.

Cordelia.

Where did you learn that backroom expression?

You played into every possible source of trouble

from the first.

Oh, there was trouble to play into, I'll grant.

You didn't create it, but how you took advantage.

I deny that.

Then let me put it this way--

Have you done one thing to help this marriage?

I don't believe that's my responsibility.

Isn't it, Anthony?

I know of nothing I have done wrong.

Nothing.

You know it in your heart.

Or your wouldn't be so angry.

Good morning.

Good morning, mother.

Good morning, papa.

How about a jog around the square?

Why, Cordy...

or maybe a few rounds in the gym, huh?

Confound it, Cordy.

You can't come popping in here

gay as a cricket.

Why not? How should I be?

Cordy, what are we going to do?

- About what, Mother? - About your marriage.

It's been called off. Don't you remember?

I'll be in the stable.

Cordy.

Cordy, wait.

Cordy...

I don't want to talk about it, papa.

I don't want to talk either,

but that doesn't mean I'm not going to.

There's nothing to talk about.

You never really approved of Angie,

and you were right.

He's a baby.

A mama's boy.

He doesn't know what life is all about.

He'll learn.

Maybe you'll learn together.

But you can't take his part now.

I'm not taking his part,

but I've got nothing against that boy, Cordy.

I never did.

Except that I, uh...

I wanted you to stay here.

That's the truth.

You, uh, try to make a good life for yourself

and your family.

Turns out to be too good.

So you can't resist trying to hold on.

Whatever you decide to do, Cordy,

I'll back you up 100%.

But you decide. On your own.

It's your life.

I'm... I'm finally giving it over to you.

Where is he?

Good morning, Mrs. Duke.

If you know where he is, please tell me.

I'll find out in good time anyway.

- You mean Angie? - Of course I mean Angier.

- Oh, what's happened? - He's disappeared.

Disappeared?

He wasn't in his hotel room all night.

His bed has not been slept in.

Who knows what has happened to him.

John?

Now, don't worry, Mrs. Duke. We'll find him.

John!

- You called, sir? - I yelled.

John, I thought I asked you to watch out for Mr. Duke.

- I did. - What happened to your eye?

- He hit me, sir. - Angier?

- When? - Last night at the jailhouse.

The jailhouse?

They'll release him as soon

as I withdraw the charges, ma'am.

Well, we'd better get down there right away.

I'll hurry and get dressed.

Yes, Cordelia.

Mrs. Duke, why don't you wait out here on the terrace?

John, bring the car around front, will you?

I will, sir.

Mrs. Duke, we'll have this unfortunate situation

cleared up in no time.

I may faint.

On this floor? Don't even think of it.

Uh, Mrs. Duke,

perhaps it'd be better if you ladies waited here.

All right, Mr. Duke.

You can come out now.

I'd just as soon stay right here.

Well, that's a pretty silly attitude.

It isn't silly at all.

I'm afraid if I stand up

my head'll fall off.

Did you ever try a good irish stout?

Come along. Come along, Mr. Duke.

It's time to go now.

Why couldn't you let me out last night

when I wanted out?

Where was it you wanted to go last night?

I had decided on China.

How do you feel about China this morning?

Terrible.

Sergeant, would you give us a minute?

Oh, certainly, certainly.

Young man...

it's time you woke up to your responsibilities.

Now, I want you to get this marriage over with

and that honeymoon in the Ozarks.

Then report back to your desk in New York.

What?

You may think you want other things for yourself.

You may have some dreams of your own.

But you'll have to get over all that...

the way other people do.

You didn't get over it!

Well, there are darn few like me.

Now, you listen here, Mr. Know-it-all Biddle,

No one is gonna run my life for me!

I've decided that much!

Hangover or no hangover.

Is that so?

Yes! That is so.

All right, Mr. Duke, the door's open.

Let's see you have a try at running your own life.

Let's see how far you can go,

hangover or no hangover.

Mr. Biddle...

I am going to ask Cordy to elope with me today.

- Now, wait a minute! - And don't you try to stop me!

Let me tell you one thing.

If you ask Cordy to elope, she won't.

Then I'll tell her!

- Angie! - Morning, mother.

Cody, you and I are going to elope.

Over my dead body!

Only if absolutely necessary, mother.

Cody, we'll stop by your house and pick up your things.

- No. - Why?

Because I think he talked you into it.

Cody, I love you and I want to marry you,

And he's got nothing to do with that.

I'm not so sure about that.

Oh!

So long, everybody! We'll write ya!

Angie, where are you going?

You can hear it humming, see it coming

Feel it everywhere you go

It's tomorrow morning, the future dawning

With a bright and shining glow

It's a land where golden chariots

Are molded out of dreams

It's Detroit!

Detroit

It's Detroit

You know, there for a minute,

He reminded me of his grandfather.

Started the whole duke thing.

Well, if he's half the man I think he is,

This won't be the end of the whole Duke thing either.

Did you hear that?

It's the floor, dear.

I never noticed it before.

This isn't a new house.

No.

No, it isn't.

- I'm hungry. - Oh.

Poor dear.

You didn't have any breakfast, did you?

- I'll ring for John. - I don't need much.

What's that?

The clock, dear.

Oh.

A new one?

We've had it 20 years.

Oh.

You rang, ma'am?

Could we have some tea, please?

And there must be some sandwiches left from the party.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Um... did everything turn out all right?

Down at the jailhouse?

Ah. Angie and Cordy are on their way to Detroit.

Well! That's grand news.

That's right.

That's right. We're very happy about it.

- I'll take that, ma'am. - Thank you, John.

Well, should we telephone the boys about the wedding?

Oh, they'll be in class.

That's right.

Better wait until this evening.

Ah.

I guess we should let aunt Mary know--

It's been a long time since we--

- Ah... - What was that, Cordelia?

I was thinking.

Maybe we could do some traveling now...

that the children are all--

That's a good idea!

I've always wanted to travel.

We can go to Detroit and see Cordy and Angie.

Oh, Anthony.

Yeah.

Let them go, let them go

Let them try their wings

Little birds were born

To fly

Not until they roam

Can they miss their home

And it won't be long

Till Christmas

When the branches are bare

The december air

Comes alive with frost and pine

And they yearn to be

By the family tree

Oh, it won't be long

Till Christmas

The years go by

And every night

You say sweet dreams, sleep tight

Then comes the day

You're forced to say

Don't forget to write

There'll be holly and popcorn

And mistletoe

There'll be songs by a fire aglow

Oh, it won't be long

Till Christmas

Let them go

Let them go

It won't be long

Till Christmas

Let them go

Let them go

Who would be dropping by this afternoon?

I can't imagine.

Hardly anybody lives here anymore.

The tea will be a moment.

Mrs. Worth's icing up a gorgeous chocolate cake.

- Come in, gentlemen. - Sir, is Mr. Biddle at home?

Yes, sir. Will you come this way, please?

There's some gentlemen to see you, sir.

- Well, look who's here. - Mr. Biddle.

- Lieutenant. - Mrs. Biddle.

Nice to see you.

Sir,

A set of orders have been received at our headquarters

concerning your future relations with the corps,

And we felt that these orders warranted personal delivery.

- I don't believe it. - Anthony, what is it?

When I tried to enlist, they turned me down,

said I was too old for active service.

Anthony, for heaven's sake!

Cordelia, I've been awarded

a provisional captaincy in the Marine Corps.

I'm ordered to report to Parris Island!

- Congratulations, sir! - Thank you.

Congratulations, Mr. Biddle. We're happy to have you.

- John! - Yes, sir?

- John, we're in the Marines. - We are, sir?

Yes! Bring out some of that good madeira, will you?

You know, gentlemen, there's something to which

I've been giving a lot of thought lately.

Now, the French and the British

have been in this war for some time now.

They must have perfected close combat techniques

which are more realistic than ours.

Now, I feel that we ought to send someone over there

to observe and learn.

Anthony, I don't think that somebody

who's been in the Marines for less than five minutes

should be trying to decide corps policy.

Oh, he's sure to end up running things, Mrs. Biddle.

He might as well start off that way.

Oh, thank you, John.

You should have brought one for yourself.

I'm not much at making speeches,

but I guess you know how we all feel about this.

Mr. Biddle has landed,

and the Marines are well in hand.

- Right? - Right!

Well, well, well

Let's have a drink on it

As me father used to say

When the truth is nobly spoken

It's respect you've got to pay

So fill your cup and lift it up

And, clink, here's how

No shimmy shallying, no dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

No shimmy shallying, no dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

Oh, ah, excuse me, ma'am.

Well,

Congratulations, captain Biddle.

Thank you, Cordelia.

- Where's Mr. Biddle? - Oh, step this way, gentlemen!

We rushed right over as soon as we heard.

Well, well, well

Let's have a drink on it

As me father used to say

When the truth is nobly spoken

It's respect you've got to pay

So fill your cup and lift it up

And, clink, here's how

No shimmy shallying, no dilly dallying

Let's have a drink on it now

No shimmy shallying, no dilly dallying

What on earth's happening here now?

I understand Mr. Biddle is going off to war.

I'm glad to hear it.

Maybe we'll finally have some peace around here.

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