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The Rooney residence.

0h, hi, myrtle.

I just couldn't
wait to call you.

I'm up to page 39.
Where are you up to?

Oh, I'm almost
through the third act.

Isn't that just too
thrillingly devastating?

I'm so glad that
we're reading it together.

We'll have
so much to talk about.

I think one of the characters
is a little on the drippy side.

But poor Eliza,
the heroine I mean.

She's so divinely sadly
beautiful.

Just a little slavey with her
soul yearning for beauty and love.

I could have quietly fainted

when the hero decided to
make all of her dreams come true.

0h, myrtle. Do you suppose I...

We will ever meet
anyone like that.

Oh, I don't know,
Joey is kinda snakey.

Oh, yes, of course.

Most of the men
we know are nice enough.

But that savoir faire
is so important.

If Joey only had more finesse.

But I'm working on it.

I hear your groan box.
What's churning?

Oh, that.

A divine arrangement
of jitterbug jamboree.

Annie: Smooth, isn't it?
I'll bring it tonight.

Who are you coming with?

Oh, with Joey, I suppose.

He is usually the head man.

Sorry, have to axe the gab,
be seeing you.

Okay, 30 for now.

Signing off.

Come in grandpop. Is
there anything else I can do?

The table's all set.

Everything is all set but
your father. He is late again.

Maybe he is working
on a prospect.

Aren't you hungry, darling?

Oh, I haven't even
thought of food.

I've been just
devouring my book.

I'll never understand how you can read
with all that noise.

Why? I never hear it.

Well, if you don't hear it,
why play it?

Grandpop,
music is inspirational.

I hope dad isn't too late.

I'm expecting Joey.
It's awfully important.

Rooney: Hey, is anybody home?

- There's dad now.
- Well, it's about time.

Hiya, pop.
Whatcha got for dinner?

Look, would it be
asking too much

for you to come home
on time for your meals

after I go through
the trouble of making them?

You won't have to be
making them for long, pop.

You'll be sticking your feet
under a table at the ritz.

Boy, did I get a break today.

You mean that gold mine thing
is gonna pay off after all?

Well, not exactly,
but something a lot better.

Well, that's what you
said about the gold mine.

And it was a lot better than
the perpetual motion machine.

I've been saving a little bit
of a surprise for you, pop.

About a month ago, I ran
into a professor. A genius.

He invented a process of
making rubber out of milkweed.

- Rubber out of milkweed!
- Yeah.

It's the greatest thing since
Edison invented the electric light.

And today I got control of it,
for practically nothing.

And would you believe it, pop,
nobody but me would even listen to him.

Think of it. Millions of dollars
growing wild on vacant lots.

Why with the war and all,
it's a natural.

You know what a small
bank roll of say 500 bucks...

Whoa! Wait a minute.

You think I'm made of money?

But this is a chance
of a lifetime.

No, you don't. You talked
me into that gold mine.

Gee, pop, how did I know the mine was going
to spring a leak and let the ocean in?

That's been the trouble
with your schemes.

You didn't know
something about all of them.

This one is sure fire.
I guarantee it. Sure fire.

Tim, I've helped you before
because I'm your father.

But this is your chance to get it all
back and a thousand times more.

Save your breath. I haven't got
the money and that is the end of it.

If you would work as hard
at your own job,

as you do promoting some get rich
quick idea, you'd be a lot better off.

And I'd still have the few
dollars I saved up for a rainy day.

Rubber out of milkweed.

There you go, breaking down
my morale the minute I get home.

That's not morale, that's nuts.

- Dad!
- Hello, darling.

Gee, you look wonderful.
I like your hair that way too.

Oh, that's just the blarney
in you.

That's just the baloney in him.

0h, don't mind him. He's just
jealous of the attention I'm giving you.

And just to prove
that you're my girl,

I got a little present for you.

- Dad! A new record.
- Oh, wait a minute. Who is your favorite father?

- You are.
- Who do you love the most?

You.

It's the
boogie, woogie bagpiper.

Oh, it's terrific, thanksloads.

Soup's on.

That's what you get for treating
the cook like a member of the family.

Soup's on. Shame on you.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

What's that?

That there is French.

One of the romance languages,
daddy. Thelanguage of the immortals.

Well, in the language of the
Rooney's, pass the stew. That's Irish.

Dad, only a Barb
laughs at culture.

I think the French
have so much oomph!

The French had so much oomph.

Dad, if you didn't know me
and saw me on the street,

I mean, among millions
of people actually,

would you pick me out?

What?

I mean, would you be able
to see the inner radiance

shining through
my drab garments.

Say, have any of those kids at school
been making cracks about your clothes?

Oh, of course not, grandpop.

I'm just being hypothetical.

Oh, well, that's different.

That's practically what
happened to Eliza in pygmalion.

Well, don't you worry, darling.

I'd be able to pick
you out anywhere.

How could I miss?

Could you, grandpop?

I mean, if you were
a person like,

well, like the
caliph of Baghdad.

I could do it if I was
the king of england.

Skin beater.

Well, at least you were
expecting him.

A quiet evening at the rooneys.

Somebody ought to tell him that
that outfit of his'll

never take the place of
the old fashioned doorbell.

- Hi, sugarpuss.
- Hi, Superman. Come on in.

Couldn't take a chance
leaving the skins in the car.

Somebody might snatch them.

That would be a tragedy.

Hello, Mr. Rooney. Hi, grandpop.

Gather around, listen to this

Is that a dilly?

My own composition.

Come on, the scramble
is on at myrtle's.

Grab the old wing-ding and
we'll put the show on the road.

Is it all right if I go, dad?

Go where?

Why, Joey just told you.
The panic is on at myrtle's.

A select group of ladies
and gentlemen,

of the younger set
are gathering at myrtle's

for a sociable evening
of dancing.

Oh. And what's that wing-ding
you're to grab?

My hat, father.

Grandpop: Never mind the
dishes, darling. I'll take care of them.

Oh, grandpop, you're
just too perfectly snazzy.

And never mind the maple syrup,
grab your wing-ding and scram.

Oh now, wait a minute young lady.

You've already been out
twice this week.

And why not?

- Now, pop, I'm her father.
- And I'm your father.

- What about your homework?
- Ah, think nothing of it, Mr. Rooney.

In our class the teacher
does the homework.

I have to grab my hat
and coat, be back in a sec.

I got Anastasia parked outside.

And who is Anastasia?

Anastasia is Joey's new heap.

A heap's a meat grinder,
Mr. Rooney.

And a meat grinder,
Mr. Rooney is an automobile.

I put it together myself
out of spare parts.

I feel like a foreigner.

A foreigner's a square head
who ain't hep to the angles.

Alley-oop, darling. Keep the
candle burning in the window.

Au revoir, mon Cher.

Tout de suite, mademoiselle.

- Come on, gate, let's circulate.
- I hear you humming.

Language of the immortals.

- Bye now.
- Bye.

Bye.

Where does an alien
go to register?

- Maybe I'm crazy.
- Oh, you're all right, bud.

You're just not hep to the jive.

Oh, don't bother pop, I'll go.

Save the wear and tear
of those flat feet of yours.

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Metz.

Oh, you're having dinner,
I hope I'm not intruding.

Tell her we are not at home.

I just finished baking
this pie, Mr. Rooney.

And I thought your little family

might enjoy the taste
of home cooking.

Home cooking.

What do you think I'm running
here, Mrs. Metz, a tourist camp?

Oh, I know you do your best,
Mr. Rooney,

but a woman's hand makes
the house a home, you know.

I've been the only woman in
this house for the past 10 years.

Oh, don't mind pop, Mrs. Metz.
He's a great joker.

And dear Annie, how is she?

She's okay.

Must be all of half an hour
since you saw her.

And such a precious child.

I just can't help taking
a motherly interest in her.

Oh, it's nice of you dropping
in like this, Mrs. Metz.

After all, it's the little
things in life that count.

I dislike so to mention it,
Mr. Rooney.

Poor little me just no head for
business. About the rent, I mean.

Oh, the rent.

Oh, oh, yes, the rent. It
is a trifle overdue, isn't it?

- Only three weeks.
- Oh, well, uh...

I'll take care of it at once.

I've had so very many,
important things on my mind.

- Oh, I'm sure.
- Wait a minute.

How much is it?

Just a month?
Thirty-five dollars.

Pop believes in keeping
his money tied up, Mrs. Metz.

Oh, Mr. Rooney,
you're such a wag.

- Thirty-five dollars.
- Thank you so much.

Business is such a bore,
isn't it?

Well, come again, Mrs. Metz.
It's nice of you to drop in.

What kinda pie is that?

Apple pie, Mr. Rooney.
I hope you like it.

- I'm sure I will. Good night.
- Good night.

So, you didn't pay the rent.

No wonder that female man trap

has been jumping up in me face
like a Jack-in-the-box

everytime I open the door.

Well, I suppose as usual,
you can explain everything.

It's nice of you, pop, taking
me out of a spot like this.

Don't you worry. I'll pay
you back with interest.

Buying control of that new
rubber idea left me a little short.

You mean to tell me, you've been
throwing away what little money

- you make on milkweeds?
- No, pop.

Not throwing it away.

Investing it. It will pay
us back a hundred times.

A thousand.

It takes vision to see these things, pop.

And a man has to gamble
to get anywhere.

You just stick with me.

This time I'm gonna strike
oil. I can feel it in my bones.

Tim, I can't make you
understand that we're broke.

Don't you realize
the $35 I just gave her

is every cent that
I had in the world,

until my police pension check
gets here the first of the month.

It worries me not knowing where
the next meal is coming from.

I keep thinking of Annie.

And I keep
thinking of Annie too.

You pounded the pavements
in a police uniform

so that I could have
more out of life than you had.

Well, I want Annie to have
more than either of us had.

A lot more.
And she is gonna get it too.

You know I'm the world's
best salesman.

I should know it,
I've been your best customer.

Listen to that motor purr.

Ever since I put in those oversized
piston rings and changed that fuel pump,

she's been running like a watch.

- Joey, have you read pygmalion?
- Huh?

I can't even pronounce it.

Joey, don't you feel something?

Hmm, oh, yeah.

I guess that rear tire
is a little soft.

I mean in the air.

There is nothing in the air,
but air.

It's spring.

Isn't it just too creamy?

Gee, that's right.

Hey, I'll have to drain that crank
case and change from winter oil.

And tighten up
that fan belt and...

Oh, Joey, don't you ever think
about anything more important than

spare parts and monkey wrenches?

What's gnawing at you? I
suppose Anastasia ain't important.

I built her with spare parts
and monkey wrenches, didn't I?

Anybody can buy a puddle buster.

But when a guy creates one
with his own hands,

that's something.

Oh, Joey, there are times
when you positively curdle me.

I'm talking about higher
and nobler things.

Look, up there, Venus.

Huh? Where?

Now, look what you've done?

What do you mean
backing into me like that?

Why, I was standing still.

- The light was red.
- Don't try to alibi.

- Joey: Look at my car.
- My card, old man

I'm certain our attorneys
can straighten things out.

Attorneys? Are you kidding?

Hey, my drum!

I'm so sorry. I didn't know
there was anyone else in the car.

- I hope you weren't hurt.
- Oh, no. Thank you.

How do you like a guy like that
going around socking people?

Those attorneys of yours are gonna get
an awful workout if my drum is bunged up.

Mr. White.

Perhaps we can settle it.

Joey, don't be so mercenary.

Ah, who wants
his pocket lettuce.

Joey, we have to do something.

Listen to all those cars.

Oh, they've got troubles.

I'd be glad
to give you a lift anywhere.

Oh, no, I couldn't. We're
on the way to my girlfriend's.

I say, old man.

We can hardly permit
the young lady

to stand in the middle
of the street like this.

Where do you
get that "we" stuff?

Hey, what's going on here?

Policeman: Look son, resurrect
the skeleton or Bury it.

I'm trying, ain't I?

Joey, Mr. White will
take us to myrtle's.

What? And leave Anastasia here?

Oh, no. You won't
leave Anastasia here.

Come on, push.

Aren't you being a little obstinate,
old man?

After all it's very embarrassing
for the young lady.

Never mind the conversation,

get your car moving too.
You're holding up the traffic.

- Joey.
- Oh, what a spot.

Okay, let little lord fauntleroy
take you to myrtle's.

But don't forget,
I've got your license number.

You mind getting in this side?

Venus.

Push.

Now look Marty,
here's how it goes.

See.

Gosh, I'm terrible.
I feel off feet.

You're doing fine, Marty.

Compared to yours, the kind of
dancing I know seems a little...

- Corny?
- Yes, corny.

Gee, I like your friends.

- They're so...
- Groovy.

Yeah, groovy.

Gee, I never had so much fun.

- May I bring you something?
- Why, thank you.

Myrtle keeps the coke in the
ice box. Third door on the right.

Oh, yes, of course.
Third door on the right.

Myrtle what do you think?

He is little on
the sad apple side, isn't he?

I mean he is nice and all that.

Kinda between a tin type and a newly.

Oh, I don't think so.

He has probably
had a retarded home life.

Myrtle, he's read pygmalion.

-Yes.

And he thinks it's wonderful.

Oh, I thought
he looked very advanced.

He lives on Sutton place.

Maybe we should
use our English accent.

Don't you think he reminds you
a little of the hero in pygmalion?

Without his glasses, I mean.

Well, at first site
he isn't exactly heroic looking.

But you never can tell
about those repressed types.

Why thanks loads.

You're very kind letting me
come to your party.

Oh, it's no party.
Just a jam session.

A jam session
is strictly ad-lib.

Oh, impromptu.

Sure, off-the-cuff.

This constant round
of social activity

is inclined to make one a little
blase, don't you think so, Mr. White?

Oh, no, I think it's wonderful.

Uh, we've been discussing
the color of your eyes.

And we can't quite decide maybe it's
because we haven't seen them very well.

- Through your glasses, I mean.
- Oh, they're brown, I think.

- Is something wrong?
- Oh, no.

It's just that you
remind us of someone.

Would you mind cutting another rug?

- Oh, I'd adore it.
- I'd be glad to take it up from here.

- If you want to rest.
- Oh, you're so thoughtful, darling,

but I'm not a bit tired.

Why, Joey, you look
like the walking dead.

You can say that again.

Do you know I had
to change the timing

and reassemble the
carburetor right on the street.

Oh, how fascinating,
I wish I had been with you.

- Is Annie here?
- Oh, hours ago.

I'd have been here too only I
got tangled with a jerk in a jalopy.

I'd like to meet him again.

Cut off a leg
and call me shorty.

- All: Hiya, Joey.
- Hi, kids.

Joey, I'm so glad to see you.
Did you get Anastasia started?

Well, I didn't get here
on the toonerville trolley.

You remember, Mr. White,
of course.

- Joey, Marty.
- Marty, Joey.

Now it's official.

I've been having a wonderful
time with miss Rooney.

Annie has been teaching me
to be a...

- A gator from decatur.
- That's just ducky wucky.

For a guy with two left feet, you
cover a lot of territory, Mr. White.

Joey, we've been
worrying about you.

Yeah, I can see that.

Well, come on let's dance.
Time's a wasting.

Sure Joey,
right after this dance.

I'm showing Marty a few steps.

Oh, that's it, huh?

Go right ahead. Don't let
me stop your dancing class.

What do you say, downbeat,
let's wear out some leather.

We don't need any lessons.

Okay, powerhouse. Turn it on.

Come on, let's step on the gas.

Oh, Joey, why don't
we do this more often?

Hold your hat,
we're leaving this world.

Okay, buck Rogers, take it away.

Exhibitionism is always
so deadly. Don't you think?

Sensational old man.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Is that what
you call a sock finish?

Did I say something?

I'd be glad to help you
with the drums, old man.

Do I look anemic?

Well, good night, miss Rooney.

- Annie.
- Good night, Marty.

Come on, Annie.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Look are we going
through that again.

Come on, Annie, let's roll.

Joey, it's pouring.

Ah, it's nothing.
Just a light drizzle.

Drizzle? Anastasia looks like
she's going down for the third time.

Seems to be raining very hard.

Oh, what's a few drops of water?

- I'd be glad to...
- Thanks, old man.

But we couldn't think
of troubling you.

Here mind my drum.

And don't let them get wet.

Come on, Annie.
It's almost stopped.

I'm afraid you'll get soaked.

The coils are a little wet, but
I'll have it running in no time.

Joey, Marty offered
to drive us home.

You can come back
for Anastasia tomorrow.

What kinda Navy would we have

if captain abandoned a ship
just because it got a little wet?

All I have to do
is dry off the points.

No trouble at all.

I don't want to butt in, but I don't
think you have a chinaman's chance.

Well, the Chinese are
doing all right, ain't they?

Won't you change your mind,
old man?

No, old man, I won't.

Please, Joey, I'm getting wet.

Yes, we must think
of the young lady.

Oh, must we?

Of course.
If you want to desert.

I'm not deserting you, Joey.

Marty will take us both.

Not me. I'll make it
if I've to float her home.

I think you're being
perfectly ridiculous.

You may take me home, Marty.

I'm sorry, old man.

I'll be very glad
to drive you too.

You don't have to do me any
favors, I've got a car of my own.

- Oh, well, good night.
- Good night.

Spring.
Spring beautiful, spring.

Hey.

It's stopped raining,
the moon is shining.

It is? I mean, it has?

Has it?

That's what I adore
about spring.

It's so uncertain.

Sunshine and tears.

It makes one think
of the deeper...

I mean, the very depths,
actually, of life itself.

- You're very poetical, aren't you?
- Oh, yes.

Don't you love the smell of
fresh grass right after a rain?

Oh, I can breathe in tons of it.

- I can put the top down.
- Oh, don't bother, you'd have to get out.

How divinely snakey.

This isn't the way home.

Well, I'm taking a short cut.

I thought you wouldn't mind.

Through the park? That's miles farther.

The longest way around's the

- shortest way home.
- I don't mind.

Starlight, star bright,

first star I've seen tonight.

- Did you make a wish?
- Hmm-mmm.

Disgustfully juvenile, isn't it?

Oh, no, I often make wishes.

You do? Do they come true?

Well, sometimes.

I wish we could stop
and look at the moon.

To hear is to obey.

But I didn't wish, really.

I did.

Poor Joey, I hope
he got Anastasia started.

You see a lot of each other,
don't you?

Who? Anastasia?

No, Joey.

Oh, I've known Joey
for centuries.

You're not engaged or anything?

- I mean...
- Oh, no, we're just friends.

"Give me my Romeo,
and, when he shall die,

"take him and cut him
out in little stars,

"and he will make
the face of heaven so fine

"that all the world
will be in love with night

"and pay no worship
to the garish sun."

Romeo and Juliet, the third act.

Oh, you know that too?

Yes, but not like you.

You say it almost
as if you wrote it.

Now you say something,
from Romeo and Juliet, I mean.

"Good night, good night,
parting is such sweet sorrow,

"that I shall say good night
till it be morrow."

Oh, isn't it just too smooth?

- Don't you feel well?
- What?

Oh, no, I mean, yes.
I feel wonderful, why?

You haven't been out of the house
since you came home from school.

Oh, I'm helping you
clean the furniture.

You're helping me
wear out the furniture.

You know that's the third time
you've polished the radio.

Oh, is it?

Grandpop, you're sure
nobody phoned me?

Not a dingle all day.

Were you expecting a call?

Well, no, no,
not actually expecting.

Maybe it's out of order.

Operator, will you
please ring this number?

Thank you very much. It rang.

Grandpop, don't you think a man is
much more mature at 16 than at 15?

Some of them aren't
very mature at 50.

Why?

Oh, I was just thinking of what a
tremendous difference a year makes.

I know I must have been
definitely ridiculous at 13.

Well, we live and learn.

I'll get it, I'll get it.

The Rooney residence.

No, this is 4-4-5-9.

What's the matter? You
look a little down in the mouth.

Me? Oh, no, I feel very gay.

Grandpop.

Have you ever read
Romeo and Juliet?

Well, no, but I do remember
Nellie, the beautiful cloak model.

Now, there was a play for you.

I guess beautiful
things are just dreams.

Like wishing on a star.

Just imagination.

Well, I'm no Houdini,

but if there's
something you want...

The secret about wishing is never to
wish for something you know you can't have.

Like the moon and the stars,
I mean.

- Myrtle.
- Hi wrinklepuss.

- Hi, grandpop!
- How come no talkey on phoney today?

Oh, I've been so hectic
helping grandpop,

I haven't even
thought of the phone.

Oh, I thought maybe you
had a buzz from brown eyes.

- Oh, you mean Marty?
- Mmm-hmm.

Why, myrtle, why should you
even think he'd call me?

It's the last thing
in the world I'd expect.

After all I hardly know the man.

Myrtle: He drove you
home last night, didn't he?

Annie: Oh, that was
merely accidental.

- How do you know?
- Joey told me.

Mother made him
come in till the rain stopped.

We spent a heavenly hour with
the garage mechanics handbook.

I actually believe Joey's another
sir Isaac Newton or somebody.

He's so scientific.

Why, when he talks about
connecting rods and clutch plates,

he's positively symphonic.

Yes, Joey is very
mechanically minded.

I don't suppose I'll ever see
Marty again, do you?

I know just
how you feel, darling.

I once met the most intriguing
man there was at a Halloween party.

Years ago!

I was little red riding hood,

he was Robin hood.

You see, we had something
in common right there.

He asked me to dance
and if I had a telephone.

I remember it so well.

It was right before we unmasked.

Ooh, what happened?

The jerk never called.

Oh!

Just a passing phase.
A ship in the night.

Like you and Marty.

Well, if anything sensational
should happen, send up a flare.

I'll be right over.

But don't brood on it. Things like this
can create the most ghastly inhibitions.

- Good bye, now.
- Bye.

I don't know what I'd ever do
without you, myrtle.

Good bye, grandpop.

Marty, eh?

Oh, you heard?

When did you meet him?

Last night.

He was so superbly Democratic.

You'd never guess that he
lives on Sutton place, in a duplex.

Now, those are the kind
of boys you should know.

Why, grandpop?

Mr. White isn't a boy.

He's 16.

Well, don't hold it against him.

A lot of us have been 16
and managed to recover.

Maybe he'll call you later.

Why in the world
should he call me?

After all, our meeting
was just an accident.

Two strangers thrown together
by the whirlpool of life,

meeting for an hour
only to be separated forever.

Never say die, that's my motto.

And besides he must have
scads of friends of his own.

I couldn't expect him
to remember me.

Miss Rooney?

Why, yes. I'm miss Rooney.

Man: Sign here, please.

Thank you, very much.

Oh, don't mention it.

Myrtle! Myrtle!

Myrtle! Myrtle!

She's gone!

Oh, grandpop,
he sent me red roses!

Do you know what that means
in the language of flowers?

Go on with you now. Don't be
after telling me that flowers could talk.

What do they say?

Well, it's very personal.

He came and took me by the hand

up to a red Rose tree.

He kept his meaning to himself

but gave a Rose to me.

Ah, I suppose
she'd call me old fashioned

if I suggested a dose
of sulfur and molasses.

- Hi, mother!
- Good morning, darling.

Hiya dad! What's cooking?

Dad, man to man,
I'd like to ask your advice.

- Yes?
- Which do you find better?

The old fashioned kind
or the electric razor.

Junior, you're not
thinking of shaving!

Oh, gee, mother, can't we
rise above that junior stuff?

It sounds so corny.

Feel. I've got bristles.

Peach bristles.

Have your breakfast.

May I offer you a kidney,
master white?

Sure shoot the kidney
to me, Sidney.

I'll eat anything
that doesn't bite me first.

- I beg your pardon?
- Sure, come on. Come on.

What kind of language is that,
young man?

Oh, I forgot, dad!

- You're not hep to the jive!
- Jive?

That's only one
of the things I meant

when I suggested
that you speak to him.

Oh, yes! Now, by the way,

where have you been
spending your time lately?

Oh, around.

From the way you speak,
around a bunch of hooligans.

Oh, no, sir.
She's very intellectual.

She? Who?

Why, Annie! Miss Rooney!

- Anyone we know?
- Marty: No, sir.

Not yet.

Heaven forbid! Annie Rooney!

Rooney! Sounds like
an Irish policeman.

No, sir. Not her.

That's her grandfather.

Where in the world would you
meet a person with a name like that?

Oh, I just bumped into her like.

Gee, mother, you'd love her.
She's zingo!

Zingo!

Oh, I'm beginning to appreciate

the extent of Ms. Rooney's
intellectual influence.

I don't see why you choose to cultivate
people with whom you have nothing in common.

Oh, but Annie and I
have lots in common, mother.

We'll discontinue the discussion
of miss Rooney if you please.

I'm inviting six girls and five
boys to your birthday party.

I've already asked Stella
bainbridge and Audrey Hollis.

Those drizzlepusses.

- Mr. White: Marty!
- Aw, gee.

Do I have to have them?

Can't I send the invitations?

Marty, I don't understand
you at all lately.

Haven't I always sent them?

Oh, yes, mother.
It isn't that. It's just...

Well, it's my birthday,
isn't it?

I oughta have the right
to invite who I want.

Oh, now, who in the world would
you invite that I haven't thought of?

Annie. Miss Rooney.

Miss Rooney!
Well, I should say not!

And if we must
reopen that subject

I don't think she'd fit in
with your friends at all.

- Oh, but...
- Junior, that's final!

Oh, dad!

I think your mother's
entirely correct.

But, dad, you haven't
even met her.

Why, she's the most
wonderful girl I've ever met.

- Why, she's...
- That'll do, Martin!

- Yes, sir.
- I'll go to the door with you, darling.

Bye, Marty. Have a nice day.

Goodbye, dad.
It won't be very nice.

4:00? You're home early!

- What's the matter?
- I told that fat-headed office manager Williams off.

What burns me is I gave him
a chance to make a fortune.

I offered to cut him in on the
milkweed formula for a measly $500.

- What happened?
- He asked me if I didn't think

I should pay more attention
to selling insurance

and less to my private
business affairs.

I gave him one look and quit.

You quit?

You mean, you're out of a job?

Oh, what's a job, pop?

What's a job?

Tim, don't you realize we haven't a cent
in the house and the rent is due again?

Now, don't you worry, pop.
I can get a hundred jobs.

Besides that swivel chair
polisher down at the office

will be begging me to come back.

On his knees! He knows I'm the
number one salesman around that joint.

Yes, when you work at it.

It's just as easy to think in
millions as it is in dimes, pop.

I'll make my own job

on a mahogany desk behind a door
marked Timothy Rooney, president.

Don't talk like that, Tim.
You scare me.

You said it!
I'm gonna scare you.

By waving fistfuls
of $1000 bills in your face.

Why with the war going on
and priorities in tires and things

I'll have big corporations
chasing me around

begging me to do
business with them.

And I'm gonna be
plenty hard to get.

I won't know any arithmetic
under a million.

Men have been put in padded
cells for talking only half as crazy.

Dad, you home already?

Hello, darling. I...
I took the afternoon off.

- How's school?
- Fine. Did Marty call?

No, but there's a billet-doux
for you from Sutton place.

A letter? Where?

Oh, grandpop!

Do you realize this is the very first
letter I've ever received from Marty!

Well, now, maybe
you ought to frame it.

Look.

For a minute, I thought a rich uncle
you never heard of left you a fortune.

Sad, please don't make jokes.

It's much more
important than that!

That's fine! Moving right
into high society, eh?

It's the most wonderful thing
that ever happened!

But I can't go! Of course.

Why not, I'd like to know?

I haven't anything to wear
to an affair like that.

I'd have to have a formal
and a wrap

and evening slippers.

We could never afford it.

How much?

Oh, millions!

It's silly to even think of it!

But it would have been nice.

I'll just send regrets.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

Who said we couldn't afford it?

- Annie: Well, I only thought that...
- Rooney: You're going.

And you'll get your dress.

The finest that money can buy.

And golden slippers.

Dad, don't say it
if you don't mean it.

Well, certainly I mean it.

You'll be the belle of the ball.

Won't she?

Oh, sure. Of course, she will.

There! Did you hear that?

Now you go down in the morning,

get your dress
and all the fixes.

Oh, dad!

You're darlings! Both of you!

- I'll be right back.
- Rooney: Where are you going?

I must tell myrtle
or I'll burst.

Aren't you making a mistake,
Tim, raising her hopes like that?

You wouldn't want her to think her father
couldn't afford to buy her a dress, would you?

I'd feel a lot better if I knew what
you were gonna use for money.

Well...

I'll go down in the morning
and get my job back.

I'll promote an advance
on my commissions.

Now you're talking sense.

Are you sure you
can get it back?

Get it back?

I'll get a raise.

Gee! I hate to postpone that
milkweed set up even for a day.

Oh, well...

Annie comes first.

Tim...

I don't care if you never sit behind
that mahogany desk marked president.

It's times like this that I
really feel proud of you.

Oh, cut out the blarney!

You go down with her in the
morning. Get her anything she wants.

The sky's the limit.

I'll have the money
in your hands by noon.

Do you like this, Ms. Rooney?

I think it's on the
slinky side. Don't you?

Grandpop, can I have
the first one we picked out?

Well don't you think
we ought to wait

until your father gets here
before you make up your mind?

Well, why don't you
just keep on looking?

Oh, yes. There must be dozens
we haven't seen?

We've looked at practically the entire
stock Mr. Rooney in the past two hours.

Of course, I could telephone
the wholesale house.

But I know we won't find
anything better. It's just me.

Well, let's just wait a couple
of more minutes anyhow.

But I have
a million things to do.

We must look for
a wrap and slippers.

How much was the first one,
madame Sylvia?

Fifty six dollars and 46
cents with tax mademoiselle.

Is that too much, grandpop?

No, not at all.

- We'll take that one, madame.
- Oh, I'm sure you'll be very happy with it.

Shall I wrap it monsieur?

Well, if that's the one
you want.

But I'm sure your father
will be here any minute now.

Excuse me.

Hello?

No, you must have
the wrong number.

Madame Sylvia: Oh, I beg your
pardon. Rooney, it's for you monsieur.

- Hello.
- Rooney: Hello, pop.

- This is Tim.
- Tim.

Where are you? Annie
and I are waiting for you.

- I had a little bad luck, pop.
- What?

Tim... don't you understand?

We 're waiting for you.

Well, that dope, Williams,
wouldn't give me my job back.

I argued with him for an hour.

Tell him to hurry, please.

Well, well. You will, eh?

Oh, that's just fine.
Yeah I'll tell her.

What are you talking about, pop?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
She won't mind.

Your father is held up.
Important business.

He wants you to leave the
dress here and he'll pick it up later.

But... I want to take it
with me.

It's vital. We have to have it for matching
when we buy the wrap and evening sandals.

Well, now. You wouldn't
deprive your father

of the pleasure of bringing
it home to you?

No, I never thought about that.

When may I expect Mr. Rooney?

Well, he wasn't quite sure,
but before you close.

Do you wanna leave a
small deposit just to hold it?

Oh, you wouldn't sell it.
Not to someone else.

Business is business,
miss Rooney.

- Oh, grandpop, I'd die!
- Now don't you worry darling.

Well, now.

What do you think of that?

Not a red cent.

I must have left me money
in me other pants.

How unfortunate.

But the dress is
as good as sold.

Now come along, children.
We must be getting along.

Your father
will bring the dress.

Hope you buy the open toe
sandals with the butterfly bands

and the rhinestone straps.

Sign right here.

Twenty-seven years on the force.

That's a long time, Mr. Rooney.

Yes, sir, it is.

Well, I uh... I mean,
is everything all right?

Oh, certainly.

Twenty, 40, 60, 80, 100.

- There you are, Mr. Rooney.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

That $100 must be
pretty important.

Pledging you pension papers
as collateral.

- Sickness?
- Oh, no, sir.

Happiness.

I still think she should have
let us help her, pop.

You know, she's never put on
one of those evening gowns before.

I suppose you have.

When I think of how happy
she is...

And how miserable she would have
been if she hadn't gotten her dress.

I'll never forget
what you did, pop.

Shh.

Holy saints, it's an angel
I'm looking at.

I'm so happy to meet you,
Mrs. White.

But I feel as if I've known
you for years and years.

Think nothing of it, miss Rooney.

The pleasure is all mine.

It's so nice of you
to invite me.

What a charming home.

Oh, how do you do, Mr. White?

How do you do, miss Rooney?
Nice of you to come.

You look lovely. Oh, you're
flattering me, Mr. White.

It's so difficult to get a really
adequate gown with the war and all.

But then, we all must make
sacrifices, mustn't we?

And you, my prince charming,
may have the honor of the first dance.

You're making no mistake,
my lady.

Sure the Rooney's have
the blood of the Irish king.

Yes, your majesty.

Oh, pardon me, cutting in.

Pardon me, your ladyship,
didn't I see you at the court ball?

Oh, yes. You're the young
cavalier who stole my slipper.

Oh!

Be careful. I'm fragile.

I'm made of butterfly wings
and cobwebs.

Oh, is it you I'm really
looking at or am I dreaming?

- You're beautiful.
- Of course, I am.

Haven't you noticed?

Marty, he'll be here any minute.

Here dad... put on your coat.

Oh hurry. And you too, grandpop.

And don't you dare take
them off while Marty is here.

- Can I breathe?
- Oh, dad, please be serious.

Impressions of one's home life
is so important.

Now, when he comes,
you come in and say...

Mr. White is calling.

What for? You're here,
aren't you? You'll see him.

Grandpop, I can't let him think
I'm already waiting for him?

I'll be in my room.

Now remember,
Mr. White is calling.

Oh, dear! I wish we had
servants to open the door.

- Good evening, Mr. Rooney.
- Good evening, Marty my boy.

- Come right in.
- Good evening, Mr. Rooney.

How are you Marty.
Make yourself right at home.

Well, well. You know, it
wasn't until today that I found out

that your father
is Martin white.

- President of consolidated rubber.
- Oh, yes, sir.

- He's always been.
- Quite a coincidence.

You know, half a dozen times I've
been on the verge of visiting your father.

I'm sure he'd be very glad
to see you Mr. Rooney.

Oh, in a business way,
of course. Nothing social.

But I've had so very many
important things on my mind lately.

I haven't gotten
around to it yet.

I see, where
amalgamated chemical

dropped down four and a half
points today, father.

- Just as I predicted weeks ago.
- You did?

Yes. But would Morgan
listen to me?

Mr. White is calling.

Oh, Marty, I'm so sorry. I hope
I haven't bored you with waiting.

Gee...

I brought you something.

Oh, Marty, for me?

Not really an orchid!

I can't decide whether
to wear it or carry it.

Yes, sir. I have a proposition that I
know your father will be interested in.

Oh, I'm sure.

Dad, we mustn't talk shop.

After all, Marty isn't
in the rubber business.

Why, one look at him and I can
tell he has rubber in his blood.

Oh, Annie!

I just had to see
your new creation.

It's just too heavenly.

- Thank you very much.
- And Mr. White you look so definitely deadly.

- Is that good?
- Mmm-hmm.

Oh, don't tell me, an orchid!

Why congratulations, darling.
You're a success.

Doesn't she look just too
wonderful, Mr. Rooney?

Oh, I'll open it.

- Why, Joey!
- Hi, myrt, what are you doing here?

Do you look something!

- Thank you.
- What are you made up for?

- It's my birthday.
- Oh...

- You mean you're going out?
- I'm going to Marty's party.

Oh, that's tough. You don't
know what you're missing.

I got passes to the exhibit
at grand central palace.

All kinds of engines.

Why, I bet I'll pick up a lot of
new ideas I can use on Anastasia.

I was going to
ask you to go with me.

- I guess I'll have to ask somebody else.
- I'd love to go.

I adore machinery.
Nuts and bolts and things.

Well, okay. But we got to hurry!
I don't wanna miss anything.

- Anastasia's outside.
- Isn't it just too amazing

the way Joey and I
are thrown together?

- Almost uncanny.
- Oh, well, come on, ax the gab.

You'll forgive me, won't
you, darling? If I rush off?

- Oh, yes.
- Good night, old man.

- Good night.
- Too bad you had to miss an engine show

just for a birthday party.

Well, don't stand there with a
hole in your head, let's mush.

I know you'll have
a perfectly colossal time.

The best of luck. Goodbye now.

- Goodbye!
- Goodbye!

- Bye!
- Goodbye!

Bye!

Speaking of rubber,
Marty my boy...

You better get going now.
You'll be late.

Ooh, I'm all ready.

- Good night, grandpop.
- Good night, darling.

- Good night, Mr. Rooney.
- Good night, me boy.

Oh, Mr. Rooney,
I hope I'm not intruding.

But I just had to
see dear Annie in her dress.

- But...
- Oh, darling.

How adorable you look.

Simply entrancing.

Why didn't you call me
to help you?

A girl needs
a mother's understanding

above everything,
at a time like this.

Why you look like a bride.

Oh, silly me.

You're years too young
of course.

But then I always say,
better too young than too old.

Don't you think so, Mr. Rooney?

Oh, I don't know. I've never been a bride.

And you must be Mr. White.

Why don't you kids run along? I'm sure
your guests must be waiting for you, Marty?

- Good night!
- Good night, darling.

- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday, Marty.

Oh...

I'm so happy for Annie.

I think I'll go
and have a good cry.

Yes, why don't you
do that, Mrs. Metz?

Just what we need at such
a happy moment Mrs. Metz.

- A good cry.
- Rooney: Good night.

Annie?

If anybody... my mother for
instance seems a little surprised.

Well, you know...

She's never seen you before.

Why, of course she's never
seen me before.

But I know
I'm going to love her.

Did you tell her about me?

Oh, sure...

What did she say?

She was very interested.

Annie?

Do you realize that tonight
is our second anniversary?

We've known each other
two whole weeks.

It seems like a lifetime.

And filled with
such beautiful moments.

Just think of it.
We've got a past already.

Why some people don't get
memories like ours for...

Years and years.

And we have time
for oodles more.

It's funny how a little thing
can change a man's whole life.

Two weeks ago,
I was just Marty white.

With practically nothing
to live for.

And then bingo!

You.

I guess it's just fate.

- Marty, a red light!
- What? Where?

That was... kind of sudden,
wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

Isn't it?

Annie, I'm sorry.

I couldn't help it.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

I'm just a cad.

But there you were.

And I wanted to, so I did.

Oh, I don't blame you
for being insulted.

I suppose now, you won't
even want to come to my party.

Oh, I'm not that insulted.

If it was just
an irresistible impulse.

And I suppose you're not
really to blame.

I'll never do it again.

I promise.

Marty, you're blocking traffic.

The light is green.

Boy, hold your wing-ding.

Oh, I'll never forgive junior not
being here to greet his guests.

Chauffeur said he took
his car out after dinner

but he didn't say
where he was going.

Oh, Martin. You don't suppose he
could have had an accident, do you?

No, of course not, my dear.

Oh, I am so angry.

- Marty...
- Yes, ma'am.

How could you do such a thing?
I'm simply furious.

Yes, explain yourself young man.

- Well, I have a surprise for you.
- Surprise?

Mother, this is Annie.
Miss Rooney.

- Miss Rooney, my mother.
- How do you do?

I'm so happy to meet you,
Mrs. White.

Well, I feel as if I've known
you, for years and years.

Marty talks
about you incessantly.

- Mrs. White: Really?
- It was so nice of you to invite me.

My! What a charming home.

Miss Rooney, this is my father.

Oh, how do you do, Mr. White?

Good evening, miss Rooney.

Yvonne, will you show Ms.
Rooney to the powder room?

This way, mademoiselle
if you please.

Excuse me.

Aren't you surprised?

Surprised is hardly the word.

You see? Didn't I tell you
she was wonderful?

- Martin white, I'll never forgive you.
- For what?

For bringing an absolute
stranger into your home like this.

But she's
no stranger to me, mother.

And I've been in her home.

- And besides it's my birthday.
- That will do Martin.

I hope you realize
you've ruined everything

that your miss Rooney makes
13 at the table.

Mother, please be nice to her.
Don't act as if she wasn't wanted.

I hope you're not suggesting
your mother could forget courtesy?

- Even under these circumstances.
- Oh...

Girl: Mother made
all sorts of plans.

But father's very enthusiastic
about a tour of South America.

Have your folks
made their plans yet, Audrey?

Audrey: Well, if everything
turns out as we've planned,

I expect we'll go to California.

But of course I practically
served an ultimatum on the family.

That I will not endure
another summer at Newport.

I don't blame you, my dear. The
place is becoming simply impossible.

Hello. I'm miss Rooney.

- Annie Rooney.
- I don't think I've had the pleasure.

You're Stella bainbridge, aren't
you? I've heard Marty speak of you.

Really? You know Martin well?

Oh, yes. We're great friends.

I see why Mrs. J. Thompson
Wellington's Chestnut gelding

won the fourth gated class
at the piping rock show.

Wasn't it just too thrilling?

Are you interested
in horses, Ms. Rooney?

Of course, Audrey, you know, father
sold our Newport place years ago.

Stella: Oh, by the way, are you
going back to Mrs. Fentz' school next fall?

Well, I really
can't make up my mind.

And mother and father haven't
decided just where I should go.

- Who is she?
- I haven't the slightest.

I've never seen her before.

Annie Rooney.

Stella: Mrs. J Thompson
whosenit's Chestnut gelding

Wasn't it priceless?

- Shall we go down?
- Oh, yes.

The boys are
probably frothing at the mouth.

Man:
Never heard of such a thing.

Changing things
at the last moment.

And all at the count of whim
of young master Martin's.

Man: Thirteen at a table.

It's tempting Providence,
that's what it is.

I met your friend, miss Rooney.

- She introduced herself.
- She did?

Yes. She seems
quite interested in horses.

- She is?
- Why don't you know?

Oh, yes, yes. Of course.

Excuse me.

Gee, I thought
you were never coming down.

I got stuck with
that Stella bainbridge.

Is she a drizzlepuss!

What's the matter? Headache?

- Kind of.
- But you'll dance, won't you?

I'd love to.

What a lovely party.

Are you sure
you're having a good time?

Marty, I was invited
to your party, wasn't I?

Why sure.

I invited you myself, didn't I?

But your mother, she didn't
send my invitation, did she?

- Why? What makes you think that?
- Oh, nothing.

My orchid is beautiful.

It's the first one I ever got.

I always wanted
to wear an orchid just once.

I'll send you one, every day.

Oh, no. Don't do that.
It could never be the same.

Girl: Keep it up, Audrey!

Are you corny? Why
that's strictly from hunger.

Annie here wrote the book
on jitterbug. Come on, Annie.

Let's put the show on the road.

Come on!

No, Marty, please.
Not here. I couldn't.

- Marty: Oh, sure you can.
- All: You can!

Oh, we'll panic them.

Leader! Can you heat it up?

Yeah man. Hit it boys!

One, two...

Gets under your skin,
doesn't it?

Look at your son.
I'm looking at his father.

I think it's a little vulgar,
don't you?

It's a lot of healthy
exercise, if you ask me.

Barbaric!

But it's fun.

Oh, Marty, you were simply
wonderful. Where did you ever learn?

- Annie taught me.
- Oh, will you show us how to do it?

Oh, please.

Well. All right.

- Come. It's very easy. Line up.
- Oh!

Come on this side.

Long line.

Now, now. It's very simple.

- Above medium.
- Man: Right.

Here's how it goes.

One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.
Come on! Get in there.

Oh, Tim! You haven't got
your mind on the game.

Oh... Don't try to kid me.

You haven't either. We
were both thinking of Annie.

How happy she was.

Gee, just think of it.

Our Annie over on Sutton
place with all the big shots.

Millionaire society stuff.

Oh, it's like I always
told you, pop.

The Rooney family
are going places.

This is only the beginning.

Sure. We'll be the tail on Annie's kite.

- Is your name, Rooney?
- Why, yes.

- Did you make a loan on your furniture?
- Shh. Not so loud.

There wasn't any hush about it
when you got the money, was there?

What does he want?

Keep your shirt on, old timer.

You got the dough for the
payment that's two weeks past due?

Well, yeah. I was coming down
the first thing in the morning.

- Swell.
- In that case, you can forget this.

Just a writ of attachment.

- In case you don't come down in the morning.
- What's the meaning of this?

Very simple, pop.
The guy pays what he owes

and jerk this firewood
come tomorrow morning.

And that chattel mortgage you
signed said if you miss a payment

we collect the whole thing
at once. This is it.

Well, so long.

That appraiser of ours must
have been touched in the head.

Imagine lending 300
bucks on a collection ofjunk like this.

Tim!

It must be a lie.

You wouldn't hock the very
table we eat off of?

I had to have the money pop, to buy
an interest in the milkweed formula.

I thought I could pay it back
before you found out.

Oh, that poor kid.

For the first time in her life having a
chance to mix with important people.

If the Martin whites only knew
of the beautiful little girl

they're entertaining tonight
is a pauper.

Not even a home.

The Rooney family
is going places all right.

- Out in the street.
- Wait a minute, pop. I got a great idea.

I knew we had gone down
about as far as we could

but I didn't think
it would come to this.

No, pop. We're not down.
Not yet.

Remember what I told you? If
I could show a really big man

what I've got in that
synthetic rubber process

I could sell him in 10 minutes.

Oh, Tim, at a time like this, you want
me to listen to that get-rich-quick talk?

You leave everything to me.
This is the hunch.

- This time I'm going to really strike oil.
- Tim! Where are you going?

I'm going to see if the moths have anything
left in that tail suit I was married in.

- All: Oh!
- Girl: J” happy birthday to you.

All: J“ happy birthday to you.

J“ happy birthday dear Marty

j“ happy birthday to you j“

All: Speech, speech.

My friends, this is the happiest
moment of my whole life.

Rooney: Don't bother, don't bother. I'll find
the way. That's quite all right, thank you.

Daddy...

There you are darling.
Having a nice time?

Well, good evening folks.
Just passing by.

Well... this is quite a party.

How are you, Marty my boy? Just
thought I'd combine business with pleasure.

Wish you a happy birthday.

And have that little visit with
your father I told you about.

Won't you pull up a chair
and sit down, Mr. Rooney?

No, no. You go right on with
the party. Don't let me stop you.

Your father and I
can talk things over.

Mr. White I presume? I am
very happy to know you, sir.

I've been meaning to pop
in on you for quite some time.

Thomas. Why did you let
that man in here?

I thought he
was the entertainer, madam

for the young
ladies and gentlemen.

- One of those magician chaps, you know?
- Oh!

But Mr. Rooney, don't you think

that my office is the place
for a business discussion?

No, sir. Not this business.
And I know offices.

Billions of dollars
of great ideas

die of dry rot hanging around offices
waiting for someone to listen to them.

Just think, Mr. White.
Right here in this very room,

you are about to witness
the eighth wonder of the world.

It won't take a minute.

You had better listen
to Mr. Rooney, dad.

- Marty: Morgan didn't. And is he sorry.
- Daddy, must you?

I'm glad you asked
that question, darling.

Would you mind moving down?
Thank you very much.

I'm especially glad
your friends here

will have the privilege
of witnessing

the scientific miracle they'll
remember all their lives.

Yes, sir. Would you mind
moving the cake?

Thank you very much.

Yes, sir.
History will be made tonight.

Fifty years from now, each of you
will be telling your grandchildren,

"I was there when the
Rooney process for the creation

- "of synthetic rubber was first demonstrated..."
- But Mr. Rooney.

And you, Mr. White, you will
become a great benefactor.

A great patriot.

History will say that
you're the man

who triumphed over the war
and the rubber shortage

and kept america rolling.

Now, first step,
is to milk the milkweed.

Very simple process.

- But Mr. Rooney...
- I know what you're going to say.

You can't believe your eyes.
But don't forget,

all great things are simple.

Just think of it. Millions of dollars with
the rubber growing wild on vacant lots.

There we are.

Doesn't look much like rubber
does it, Mr. White?

But watch... hydrochloric acid.

Congealing agent...

Solidifies.

And then... the secret formula.

C24x plus nine.

Watch this carefully.

Girl: Oh!

I, uh...

I must've, uh...

Rooney: Strange but that
never happened before

I... I must have used too much
of the secret cz4x plus nine.

Well, I'll start all over
again. No trouble at all.

Just make a few minor
adjustments as I go along.

Sidney, Thomas!
Call the fire department.

- Call anybody.
- What's the matter? Didn't it work, Mr. Rooney?

Just a slight miscalculation,
many

- Morgan is sorry.
- What's the matter?

Mr. Rooney is leaving. Now!

- But Mr. White you're missing a great opportunity.
- I know it.

I should extinguish you
along with your experiment.

But Mr. White! Mr. White...

Sorry, darling.

I guess I spoiled your debut.

I guess I made a fool of you.

- Made you ashamed of me.
- Don't say that, dad.

I guess I'd better go.

Do you mind if I
go with you, dad?

I'm just a little bit tired.

Annie, please.

Goodnight, Marty.
Happy birthday.

Shall we go, dad?

The Rooney
process. The miracle of the age.

Goodnight, Mrs. White.

Goodnight, Mr. White. I've
enjoyed being with you so much.

Goodnight. I am very glad
to have met you all.

Marty: Annie!

You forgot your wrap.

- Thank you.
- Annie.

I'm so sorry.
Won't you please come back?

No, Marty.

Marty: You don't mean goodbye?

You've been very kind
to me, Marty...

From the very first.

Even invited me to your party
when you knew I wasn't wanted.

I wanted you.

And I appreciate it.

It was wonderful.

I'd like to think that all your
kindness hasn't been wasted.

That father and I
did amuse your guests.

Goodbye, Marty.

Good night, dad. Thank
you for bringing me home.

Goodnight, darling.
I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's you, is it? I thought it
was Annie I heard coming in.

It was. I brought her home.

Tim? You didn't go over there.

Not to the whites.

You didn't bust in
on that party?

- Now listen, pop. I can explain it...
- Oh, the shame of it.

Why if I had known, I'd have stopped you
if I had to break every bone in your body.

I had to go, pop.
It was my big chance.

Only... everything went wrong.

The Rooney residence.

Hello, Annie. Oh, thank
goodness you're home.

I just had to talk to you.
It's vital.

Did you have a good time?

Yes... wonderful.

It was such a lovely party.

Well, the most
amazing thing happened.

You'll never guess. Joey
and I have an understanding.

An understanding?

Yes, and all
on account of Anastasia,

on the way to
the grand central palace,

she got temperamental right
in the middle of the street.

Her distributor
wouldn't give out.

Joey was positively disgusted.

I suggested that perhaps
a hairpin might help.

You know, you can do almost
anything with a hairpin.

Well, believe or not. It worked.

Joey's says,
I'm a mechanical genius.

And right on the spot we understood
how much we had in common.

We drove back to the garage and Joey
showed me how to take the engine apart.

Tomorrow he's gonna show me
how to put it together again.

Isn't it just too breath taking?

Yes, isn't it?

I couldn't have slept a
wink if I hadn't called you.

I knew you'd want to be
the first to know.

I hope you'll be very happy.

Oh, thank you, darling.

Isn't it wonderful us both
finding happiness together.

You and Marty. Joey and me!

Everything just seems
to go in pairs.

Yes, doesn't it?

Well, good night,
sugar puss. Signing off.

You can tell me all about
your big moment in the morning.

- Thirty.
- Signing off.

I can't understand
what went wrong, pop.

I've done the same experiment
a hundred times.

I guess I was a little nervous.

I don't know what I did.

I'll tell you what you did.

You made Annie the laughing
stock in front of her friends.

Covered her with shame.

Showed those fine people that
she had a lunatic for a father.

You can go on talking
till you're blue in the face

but my mind is made up.

I can still work
even if you won't.

I'm an old man
and I've earned my rest.

But I'm going back to the
police force I left 10 years ago.

Maybe I can't pound the beat,

but I can hold down a desk.

And I can go to the police fund

and get enough money to keep
Annie and me going till I get paid.

Pop, you're talking
as if I was a loafer.

I've worked my head off
trying to get somewhere.

I'd do the same thing all over
again because I know I'm right.

- There's no future in just a job.
- Shut up,

before I forget that I have
the misfortune to be your father

and do something I'll regret
to the end of me days.

From now on
I am responsible for Annie.

When we leave this house
this morning she's going with me

and she's gonna stay with me.

Then you'll be free to go on
chasing your crack pot ideas.

Pop! You don't know
what you're saying.

- Annie's all I got!
- If you've an ounce of manhood

you'll keep your mouth shut
and take your medicine.

Maybe if Annie had her mother

things would be different.

Grandpop, dad, you've been
quarrelling for hours.

You look worn out.

Quarrelling? Why, darling!

We were just making
plans for the future.

After we move.

Now, now this is
what we're gonna do.

We're putting the old furniture in
storage until we buy the new stuff.

In fact the... I'm expecting the
men to come for it any minute now.

You know, I always told you that
someday we were gonna move up town.

Over on Sutton place
maybe but...

But we can decide on that
after I come back.

I, uh...

Why, I'll only be gone
for a few days.

Just long enough to put
the finishing touches

on a big business deal
I've been working on.

But it's,
it's as good as closed.

Yes, sir.
We're gonna be on easy street.

Aren't we, pop?

Dad, if you're going away,
I'm going too.

Why, darling, I could hardly
sit you at a conference table.

You'd be turning the heads
of all those big businessmen.

Taking their minds
off business entirely.

You're going to stay
with your grandfather

until I get things
straightened out.

Dad, you're fibbing.

How can you say such a thing
to your father?

Because I know there isn't
any big deal and we're broke.

And the men are coming for the
furniture but not to take it to storage.

Why, Annie,
I'm surprised at you.

You've been listening in
on a personal conversation

between my father and me.

Of course, I have. All night.

Don't forget
that I'm a Rooney too.

And I'm not going anywhere
unless the three of us go together.

You're going to do what your
father tells you. He knows best.

Grandpop, be careful.

A minute ago, you were
telling him that you knew best.

You stay with your grandfather
and that's the end of it.

Your grandfather's right.

- Your father is a failure.
- He is not.

Young lady, you're getting
too big for your...

You ought to show
more respect to your elders.

Haven't we got enough trouble
on our hands without you butting in?

We're all going
to stick together, darling.

And I suppose Marty can come
calling on you at the corner news stand.

Yeah. Yeah, what about that!

And what happened about
those beautiful dreams of yours.

That Romeo and Juliet
and that pygmalion?

Yeah.

Oh, grandpop, only
children believe in fairytales.

Well, why don't you
say something?

You going to let
a slip of a girl defy you?

Now, you listen to me...

That's probably the men
for the furniture.

You see!

Like I told you for years.
You've spoiled her.

Oh, good morning, darling!
Is your father home?

Oh, there you are!

Oh, Mr. Rooney, there's
a moving Van downstairs.

I told them
it must be a mistake.

But there's a curious man
with a cigar.

I think he said
his name was burns.

Oh, burns. Oh, yes, yes.
He's a collector of antiques.

He seemed very interested
in a few of our pieces.

So, I decided
to let him have them.

Oh, Mr. Rooney,
I know I'm being forward

but if you're in trouble...

Trouble? Why Mrs. Metz,
everything is just fine.

Well, I, I have
a little nest egg

that I've been saving
for an emergency...

Well, that's a very generous
thought, Mrs. Metz but...

I often helped my late husband
out of embarrassing situations.

And you could all just move
across the hall into my apartment.

There's oceans of room

and then we could just forget all
about the nasty old rent, couldn't we?

Uh, no, Mrs. Metz.

Thank you very much. But
I insist upon paying the rent.

Well, in that case, Mr. Rooney,
I'd like the rent money at once.

And I refuse to permit the furniture
to be moved until the rent is paid.

I got a writ lady.
What have you got?

I've got a lawyer.

Well, let's start packing.

I guess everything has
happened that can happen.

Marty!

Why! Mr. White!

This is an unexpected...

- Gangway.
- Oh.

Come in. Come in.

Uh, this is my father,
Mr. White.

How do you do, Mr. Rooney?

Sit down, sir. Sit right down.

Oh, uh, pardon
the excitement, uh...

Our furniture's going
to the cleaners.

Oh!

I, uh, found this on my
dining room rug, Mr. Rooney.

Uh, after we dug down to it.

Rooney: Rubber! Look, rubber!

You see the formula did work.

I never doubted it for a minute.

Millions of dollars worth
of rubber out of milkweed.

And you wouldn't believe me.

I'll buy you
a whole new dining room

but I won't sell.

Why, Mr. White,
I'll buy you a new rug.

No, sir.

That is, unless I get
an interest in the company,

a separate company
with Timothy Rooney president,

and $250,000 in cash.

But, I didn't come here to make a deal
for your milkweed process, Mr. Rooney.

You... you didn't?

No. In fact, I tried
to tell you last night

that consolidated rubber has
spent four-and-a-half million dollars in

its research laboratories
during the past 10 years

trying to develop a process for the
commercial production of rubber from milkweed.

Of course, we've always known
that milkweed is the source of rubber.

But, making it commercially
profitable, that's something else again.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rooney.

For a minute it sounded like
a beautiful dream.

Mr. White, I don't care how much you
spent, or what your research men say.

My rubber with
the proper backing

can give america what it needs.

In these times it's rubber.

Thank you.

Annie, couldn't we kind of
forget all about last night?

Marty, I'm not thinking
of last night.

I came out here because I couldn't
bear to see father so disappointed,

so heartbroken.

If you only knew
what it meant to him,

how hard he worked,
and how he dreamed,

and how much faith he had.

And now it's all gone.

And you know, Marty,
when your dreams are gone,

there isn't anything much left.

But they aren't gone.

My father thinks
your father is wonderful.

- Really?
- Sure.

In fact, he's gonna offer him
a position with consolidated.

Oh, Marty!

Oh, you're an angel from heaven!

Since last night I've been
practically certain

there must be a place in
consolidated for a man of your nerve.

Er, I mean, aggressiveness,

singleness of purpose,
and sublime belief in himself.

There's a place for you in our
sales department, Mr. Rooney.

The position pays $200 a month.

He'll take it, Mr. White.

Oh, dad, isn't it wonderful!

Mr. White, I've always believed
there's no future in just a job.

A man who has faith in himself and
something to sell can make his own future.

I have faith in this.
I've always had faith in it.

Thanks just the same, but, I'm gonna
keep trying to sell this to somebody.

Oh, father!

Rooney, you're nuts.

Very well, Mr. Rooney, if you
should ever change your mind.

Randah!

What are you doing here?

Well, you told me to
get in touch with you here

as soon as I'd made
an analysis of this.

Are you crazy? I never sent
you anything for analysis.

- I sent it.
- You?

Well, I'm Mr. White, too.

And I believed in
Mr. Rooney's rubber.

Mr. Rooney. Where's he?

I'm Rooney.

You are the inventor
of the process?

No, professor mills is
the inventor.

But I know it as well as he does

and I'm the only other man
who does know.

Why, Mr. White, this is something
we've been looking for three years.

A composition with
the resiliency of rubber,

the toughness of steel,
and the flexibility of leather.

A completely new product.

But most important right now,
we can tell the war department

we found the perfect tread
for battle-tanks.

Something they've been
searching for and couldn't find.

You mean, it isn't rubber,
it's something else?

A million times better with
infinite commercial possibilities.

You see? I knew! It's a success!

Why, offhand, I can think of
a thousand uses for it.

What did you do after you
combined your milkweed latex

with your
cz4x plus nine principle?

Well, I made a little mistake.

I added a little too...

Oh, no, you don't!

This is one mistake
I'm gonna profit by,

to the tune of
$250,000, Mr. White.

Randall, are you sure
of what you're saying?

Definitely. As chief chemist for
consolidated, I can't afford mistakes.

This process is
revolutionary, Mr. White.

You see? Just like
Mr. Rooney said. Remember?

Well, Mr. Rooney,
thanks to my son,

seems that I did come here to
make a deal for your process after all.

Mr. Randall is correct
and he's never been wrong.

It's a deal.

Mr. White, I'm an old man
and I can't stand these shocks.

Oh, dad, I'm so proud of you.

Oh, this is worth a lot more
than $250,000, darling.

Thanks, partner.

I'll be seeing you at the
office, president Rooney.

Oh, I'll want
a large office, Mr. White,

with an extra big mahogany
desk and a lot of buzzers.

Bye, Mr. Rooney. Meeting
you has been a great pleasure.

It's been a miracle.

Coming, Randall?

Goodbye, miss Rooney. Mrs. White
and I are expecting you very soon

to continue that dancing lesson.

Thank you.

Coming, Mr. White?

Uh, couldn't you kind of
go on without me?

I've got some
more important business.

- Skip the gutter, dad.
- Skip the...

Oh, yes, now you're
cooking with gas.

- Goodbye, Mr. White.
- God bless you, Mr. White.

May you be in heaven
half an hour

before the devil finds out
you're dead.

$250,000 for milkweed

growing wild on vacant lots.

I told you we'd strike oil, pop.

I knew it was sure fire. Why...

What's the matter?

Tim, I'm thinking about that
perpetual motion machine.

Maybe we could do
something with that after all.

Pop, I'm surprised at you.
A man of your age

chasing crackpot ideas
like that.

You know, Marty, sometimes I think
that if you can hold on to your dreams

you have everything in
the world right in your hand.

Yeah.

Me, too.