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[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mister Ed.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

"Mr. Wilbur Post."

"Mr. Wilbur Post."

"Mr. Ed Post."

"Occupant." I wonder
which one of us that is.

It doesn't say barn or house.

I think I'll take it.

Ed, what are you doing?

[Ed]
Sorting our mail.

"Our" mail?

Yeah, I sent away
for some travel folders.

Don't tell me you got
the urge to travel again.

Well, birds fly south
every winter.

I'll settle for any direction.

And who did you expect
to pay for this trip?

You, but don't worry.

We'll win it back
at Monte Carlo.

Oh. Look, take off
those ridiculous glasses

and get into your stall.

[Ed]
Eh, why don't we hop a boat to Hawaii?

I've always wanted
to go to Hawaii.

I've been practicing my hula.

♪ ["Aloha Oe"]

You and your hula.

Hey, I just got a letter
from my father.

Wilbur?

Honey, your breakfast
is getting cold.

Carol, got a letter from Dad.

Dad? Why, we haven't heard
from him in a long time.

What does he say?

"Dear Wilbur,

"please excuse
the little white spots

"on the letter.

"I just got through
milking the cow.

"Everything
up at the farm is fine.

Our sow just had
a litter of 13 baby pigs."

Oh.

"She's worried because
she can only set places for 12."

- Oh, Dad always had
a good sense of humor. - Yes.

"By the way, I'm getting
married next week."

He really is funny,
isn't he?

Wait-- Wait a minute.
This is serious.

[mumbles]

He's getting married to a--

an Emma Hoblock,

whoever she is.

Imagine my father,
over 70 years old,

he's getting married
this week.

He doesn't tell me about it
till now.

Oh, honey, he doesn't need
your permission.

Why not?

I got his permission
when I married you.

Oh, now, try not to be
too upset.

Come on in to breakfast,
and we'll talk about it.

How can I eat when my father's
getting married,

I haven't even met the woman?

You're just upset
because your pride is hurt.

You're darn right
my pride is hurt.

You worry about your parents
all your life,

they reach a certain age,

and all of a sudden
they think they're old enough to take care of themselves.

Oh, honey, everything
will be all right.

After all,
he asked us to come up,

and he was sweet enough
to invite the Addisons

even though
he's never met them.

Now, come on.
Sit down and eat your breakfast.

Come on.

He knows he's wrong,
you know.

That's why he never
mentioned the wedding to us until now.

Now, Wilbur, don't you think

your father is mature enough
to know what he wants?

Oh, yeah. Last year,
he wanted swim fins,

a snorkel, and a spear gun.

What's wrong with that?

He can't swim.

Eggs taste funny.

That's just because
you're so disturbed.

I know what they need.

Wilbur's father
is getting married,

and Wilbur doesn't want to go
to the wedding.

Please come over and help me
to convince him to go.

We'll be right over.

Come on, doll.

We've got to go over
and convince Wilbur that he's wrong.

Of course he is.

What's he wrong
about this time?

Wilbur's upset because
his father is getting married.

I'm with Wilbur.

Come on, doll.
We've got to go over there.

I will not be a party
to helping any man get married.

You're married.

The defense rests.

The defense might rest,
but you're not.

Come on, doll.

And you do love your father.
Don't you, Wilbur?

- Yeah.
- And, dear, you are concerned about his happiness.

Yeah.

- Then you're going.
- No.

A man shouldn't succumb
to pressure.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

If my father wants to be
independent,

I can be independent, too.

Exactly what I would've said.

Hey, now I see
what your strategy is.

Sure.

What is my strategy?

You're going to teach
your father a lesson.

A lesson?

Yeah, you're going to let him
marry this woman

even if she's wrong for him.

I didn't mean that.

Then when he's unhappy,

you can say
"Ha ha ha, I told you so."

I wouldn't do a thing
like that to my father.

That's what you're doing.
Isn't it?

I better get up to that farm
and have a look at that woman.

Hey, Wilbur.

Will you phone me and let me
know how everything comes out?

Phone you?
You're going along.

You're the only one
who understands me.

Well, I'm going to travel
after all.

You know, Ed,
it's hard to realize

that every year my father's
getting older and older.

I'm glad you made me
change my mind.

Here.

It's a picture of my father.

Sweet old Scotsman.

♪ [jazz]

Go, Emma.
Go, go, go, Emma.

That's it.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh, Angus, you're a caution.

You never stop.

And that's
the way you like it.

Isn't it, honey, yeah?

[laughing]

[sighs]

Let's see
what the flipside is.

Don't you ever slow down?

Plenty of time for that
when we get old, kitten.

No. No more dancing today.

I have to go home and have
a fitting on my wedding gown.

Emma, I can't wait to carry you
across the threshold.

Oh.

Mother, you run along,

and I'll see you as soon
as I pick up the supplies.

All right.
See you later, Angus.

Oh, allow me,

my bride.

That'll give me time
to rewind my motor.

[grunts]

Penny,
there goes a sweet kid.

My young bride.

Mother picked
a wonderful man.

Maybe,

but she's marrying me.

[chuckles]

I'm so anxious
to meet your son.

I hope he has
your sense of humor.

Oh, don't count on Wilbur,
Penny.

I don't think he's coming
to the wedding.

But why not?

You invited him, didn't you?

Yes, but Wilbur's
old-fashioned.

He's--
He's not young-minded.

You're kidding.

No, no, he's a square.
He's a square.

See, Wilbur,
ever since he was a child,

he's been afraid
of anything new.

He didn't get off
his milk bottle till he was 8.

Mr. Post, you're so much fun.

Here, here.

No more of that Mr. Post.

From now on, it's Daddy.

Oh, okay, Daddy.

I better run along
and get those supplies.

♪ [jazz]

[horn honks]

[honks]

[honking]

[knock on door]

- Wilbur.
- Dad.

- Wilbur.
- Dad.

- Wilbur.
- Dad.

This is my dad.

How do you do, sir?

How do you do?
Welcome to you.

Dad, these are the friends
I wrote you about,

Roger and Kay.

Oh, yes.
Come on in, all of you.

Come in.

Sweet of you to invite us.

Can't have too many clams
for a clambake.

Come in. Come--

- Carol.
- Dad.

- Carol.
- Dad.

We don't say much,
but it's all heart.

Oh, just a minute.

There's a young beauty
I want you to meet.

I won't be long.

Young beauty?

Now, Wilbur,

don't jump to conclusions.

He said young beauty.

But, Wilbur,
youth is a relative thing.

You look at Addison,
you look at me,

and next to him, I'm young.

No wonder he didn't let us
know until the last minute.

Now, honey, when a man
of your father's age

refers to a woman as young,

she could be 60.

- Or 50.
- Or 40.

Or less.

Oh, hello.

You must be Wilbur.

What a remarkable resemblance.

You look
just like your father.

How do you do?

This is my wife Carol,

and this is
Mr. and Mrs. Addison,

and you are--

Miss Hoblock.

Uh, Miss Hoblock.

We're so glad you're here
for the wedding.

We were afraid
you wouldn't come.

Well,
I'm certainly glad we did.

Where's Daddy?

Daddy?

That's what
he likes me to call him.

Oh, well, Daddy--

He went to look for you.

He just never stays put
for a moment.

He certainly doesn't act
his age, does he?

Apparently not.

Isn't it wonderful?

It must be.

Well, I better run off
to get Daddy.

I guess we'll be seeing
an awful lot of each other

now that we're going to be
kinfolk.

Daddy?

I've got to call her Mother?

I'm going to stop
that marriage.

So you're Wilbur's horse, eh?

I'll never figure how he got
to pick the right horse

or the right wife.

Wilbur. He was 14 years old

before he learned to buckle
his knickers.

Dad?

Dad, I want to have a talk
with you about this marriage.

Yes, I-- I picked
a sweet little girl.

Yes, well, I realize
that a man can get lonely.

Widows get lonely, too.

Widow-- You mean she's been
married before?

She used to be married
to Old Clem Hoblock.

"Old" Clem Hoblock?

How old?

Hm, 80.

80?

Look, Dad, I think
you're making a mistake

rushing into this marriage.

I mean, after all,
you're no kid after all.

I feel pretty young, Wilbur.

Why don't we just sit down
and talk this over?

Two heads are better than one.

Even when one of them
is yours?

Dad, I think this marriage
is a mistake,

and I intend to put
my foot down.

And if you don't hold
your tongue,

you know where
I'm going to put my foot?

- But, Dad, I--
- Don't you go telling me what to do

until you learn to buckle
your knickers.

Oh, uh, Mr. Post.

Yes?

Uh, I really don't know,
but, well,

after the wedding
should I call you Mr. Post

or-- or Wilbur?

Well, I really don't care
what you call me,

but I'm certainly not going
to call you Mother.

Mother?

[chuckles]

Oh, that son of mine.

Imagine, thinking
I'm going to marry you.

Well, I don't think
it's very funny.

Well, I do. I do.

Only raised one son,
and he's a beauty.

How could he possibly
make a mistake like that?

Oh, he always got things
mixed up.

When I first told him
about the birds and the bees,

he tried to put them together.

The bird bit him,
and the bee stung him.

Let's tell him the truth.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

If he's that stupid, and I--

I regret to say that he is,

he deserves
to be taught a lesson.

What kind of a lesson?

Well, if he thinks
you're a flirt and a bit of a gold digger,

then the next time
you see him,

do a little flirting
and a little gold digging.

Oh, but I couldn't do that.

Oh, of course you could.

It's all in the family,

and there's nothing we Posts
like better than a good laugh,

especially at another one
of the Posts.

Come on. Come on.

Well, okay.

I'll try.

That's the girl.

All right, sister,
make like a cow.

Come on, give.

[cow moos]

Hm, all moo and no milk.

Guess I'll have to stick
to hay.

You know, Kay, I've never
seen Wilbur so upset.

But, Addison,
I'm worried, too.

Wilbur's father should marry
someone near his own age.

Sometimes that doesn't
work out too well, either.

Now, let me tell you--

My dear, their quarrels
are none of my business.

Here we are, on a farm.
Let's enjoy it.

Oh, you're right.

Oh, I just love the country.

If they could bring it
to the city,

I'd live there all my life.

Very well, my dear.

I shall take you
on a personally guided tour.

Come along.

Now, uh...

this is a barn.

- Really?
- Go ahead.

[inhales]

Bucolic, isn't it?

Oh, I love the smell
of the country.

Yeah.

Now, uh-- uh,

these are hens.

They manufacture eggs.

Now, they're all setting
except that one,

and she seems to be
on a stand-up strike.

She is not.

Well, why isn't she
doing anything?

Because she is a rooster,

and he does plenty.

That so?

Ah, now, here-- here.

She is a cow.

Fool around with that.

You fool around with her.

Let's see you get
some milk out of her.

I suppose you think
I couldn't.

You don't even know how to get
milk out of a refrigerator.

We shall see.

Now, let me figure this out.

Lots of luck.

[cow moos]

Hey, it works.

Hey.

[chuckles]

Eureka, I'm a farmer.

[laughs]
Well.

Well, don't just stare at me.

Fill her up.

Kay!
Kay.

[slurping]

Boy, that milk was delicious.

I wonder if she makes
house calls.

You thought I couldn't do it,
huh?

Well, I'll show you.

You just take a look
for yourself.

It's empty.

Well, it can't be.

Why--

Huh?

Maybe I better go look
for Wilbur.

Carol, it might be better
to let him walk off his anger.

That's right.

If I know husbands,
he'll take it out on you.

Huh?

I see the country air hasn't
dulled your tongue, my dear.

My dear, do you want
to start an argument

right here
in front of Carol

or wait till we go to bed?

Well, why don't you go to bed
and start without me?

I don't blame Wilbur
for being upset.

That girl is too young.

She couldn't be
more than 20, 21, 22.

I figure her for 36, 23, 36.

Is, um-- Is Wilbur here?

Why, no-- no, he isn't,
but we expect him any minute.

[door opens]

Roger.

Miss Hoblock, I'd--

I'd like to have a little talk
with you, please.

Oh, well, tell, uh, Mama
what's on your mind.

Uh, Roger,
will you please excuse us?

Three's a crowd.

Good-bye, Wilbur,

and I'd like to send her
a card on Mother's Day.

Uh, Miss Hoblock,

why don't we sit down
and put our cards on the table, huh?

Oh, now, just relax, son.

Why, that's a strong perfume.

It's called Widow's Delight.

Now, what was on your mind?

Oh, I wanted to talk to you
about what's-his-name.

Uh, about my father.

[clears throat]

Miss Hoblock,

don't you think that my father
is a little too old for you?

And after all, he is 70.

Well, a man
is as old as he feels.

How old are you, Wilby?

Now now now,
that is beside the point.

20? 21?

Maybe a few years older.

Besides, what difference does
it make how old people are

if they're really in love?

Yes, but a girl
as beautiful as you,

surely she can attract
a much younger man.

But younger men
just don't have the security

to offer a girl.

That's not true.

Yes, they can offer a girl

security and affection

and companionship.

My, you're certainly making me
an interesting offer.

But, I-- I--

I beg your pardon.

You are younger than your--
what's-his-name?

Uh, father.

J-J-Just a minute.

And you're much cuter
than he us.

Now, Miss Hoblock,
I'm a married man.

Then why are you holding me
in your lap?

Huh? Oh, that.
No, no, you see.

You were coming along,
and you pushed me--

Oh.

Kissing the bride
a little early, aren't you?

[tries to laugh]

Please, Miss Hoblock.

I was just telling her
that she's far too young for what's-his-name.

M-M-My father. My father.

Too young for your father,
but just right for you.

Yeah. No!

- Carol--
- Mrs. Post, you don't understand.

It all started out as a joke,

but, well, I'm afraid
it got carried away.

It certainly did.

Embarrassing me
in front of my friends.

And witnesses.

But you don't understand.

Wilbur, I'm sure there's
a simple explanation for this,

and I wish I could help you
think of one.

Hello, folks.

Hello, Daddy.

Don't you "Daddy" him.

Why shouldn't my daughter

"Daddy" the man
I'm going to marry?

Your daughter is--

Marry you?

Folks, I'd like you to meet
my future bride--

Emma Hoblock.

And her daughter Penny.

W-- You mean, she's--

...and she's--

...and-- and you're--

Oh.

Oh.

Wilbur, you're always
jumping to conclusions.

This time I thought
I'd teach you a lesson.

Yes, Dad.

Would you show me again
how to buckle my knickers?

[laughing]

I don't know about you,

but I'm glad I'm a horse.

Hey, Ed, wasn't that
a beautiful wedding?

[whimpering]

What are you crying for?

I always cry at weddings.

Aw, sentimental, huh?

No. I was the only one there
without a tuxedo.

[laughs]
Oh, Ed.

[Ed sniffles]

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

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