All language subtitles for Cheaper.By.The.Dozen.1950.DVDRip.DivX5.ENG_HI

[Woman]
This is Providence...

Providence, Rhode Island,
where we lived in the year 1921.

I was 16 then
and a sophomore in high school.

But enough about me,
for this is not my story...

but the story of our family
and, first and foremost...

the story of my father
and my mother.

Dad... Frank Bunker Gilbreth...
was an industrial engineer...

- and a leader in the field
of scientific management.
- [Horn Honking]

If that sounds complicated,
just say that he was an efficiency expert...

a man who'd shown industry
how to save time.

He was a man
of definite character...

- and once his course was set,
nothing could swerve him.
- [Horn Honks]

Road hog!

[Horn Honks]

[Woman]
Whenever he came home from a business trip...

- even if he'd been away only for a day,
- [Engine Stops]

He brought with him an element
of surprise and suspense.

- For there's no doubt about it.
Dad was a rugged individualist...
- ####[Trombone, Distant]

- Brilliant but... well, let's face it...
a trifle eccentric,
- [Baby Crying, Distant]

Living by a code
ofhis own design.

- ####[Trombone Continues, Badly]
- [Baby Crying Continues]

- ####[Trombone, Louder]
- [Baby Crying, Louder]

- [Sawing Wood]
- [Hammer Tapping Metal]

## [Whistles, Imitating Bugle Call]

- [Whistles Loudly]
- [Footsteps Running]

[Children]
It's Daddy! It's Daddy!

[All Chattering]

- [Chattering, Cheering]
- [Frank Laughing] Hello, live bait.

- Hello, Dad. Glad you're home.
- Glad to be home, Anne.

- Hi, Dad. I was over on the lot.
- Hmm. So I see.

Eighteen seconds. Not bad, not bad.
But I still say we should make it in less.

- We gotta keep trying.
- Hello, Frank.

- Hello, dear.
- How was your trip?

- Couldn't have been better.
- I'm glad, dear.

Hi, there, funny face.
Have any trouble with the offspring this time?

- No more than usual.
- How about this one?

- Oh, she's been good as gold.
- [Boy] Hey, Dad...

- what did you bring us?
- [Others Chattering Loudly]

Quiet, quiet.
You'll find out later.

Fall in. Fall in.
Come on, there, small fry.

Mm-hmm.

[Chuckles]
Good boy, Jackie.

Dan.

You, there.
What's your name... Sitting Bull?

Aw, you haven't forgotten me, Daddy.
I'm Fred.

- Fred? Fred what?
- Fred Sittin Bull.

- How!
- How!

- [Chuckles] All right, let's see your nails.
- [Jackie Giggles]

Mm-hmm. Hmm, you could stand a little soap
and water on those hands, young man.

Aw, heck, Dad. What's the good of always
washing 'em? They only get dirty again.

That's a risk
we have to take.

- Lillian, I thought I told you
not to bite your nails.
- I didn't bite 'em, Daddy.

- They broke off on the piano.
- Then maybe you'd better
go back to the violin.

- Oh-oh. How many home runs today?
- Two.

- Slipping, huh? [Chuckles]
- [Laughs]

All right, Martha.
Still dieting?

Kinda.

[Chuckles]
Very nice, Mary. Ernestine.

Mm-hmm.

What's that
on your face? Paint?

No, it isn't. And besides, Dad,
they don't call it paint anymore. It's makeup.

I don't care what they call it.
And don't think you can fool me, either.

I know paint when I see it.

Here. Spit on this.

Hm. Well, I see it isn't paint,
and I apologize.

But it might have been. As I've told you,
I won't have any painted women in this house.

- If you start any of that nonsense,
you'll find yourself...
- In a convent.

Yes, Daddy, I know...
the one with the 12-foot wall, near Albany.

Don't be impertinent.

Now, you'll find the chocolate bars
there in my briefcase. Fall out. Fall out.

- Well, Lillie, it's all settled.
- Is it, dear?

- Yes, ma'am... signed, sealed
and ready for delivery.
- Good.

- What is? What is?
- What's ready for delivery, Dad?

- Shall I?
- They'll have to know sooner or later.

All right. Hey, small fry, how would you kids
like to live in Montclair, New Jersey?

- [Children Objecting] Montclair?
- You mean leave Providence?

- I don't know how else you'd do it.
- Oh, but why? Why?

- Well, because it'd be nearer my work.
- But, gee, Dad.

- I'm shortstop on our team.
- And I'm pitcher.

There's plenty of time before school starts.
You can form a new team in Montclair.

But we don't wanna form a new team.
We wanna be on the one we're on.

- Who wants to live in Montclair?
- You promised when we moved here
we could stay.

- Just when we were makir friends too.
- It's all right now, lady.

I got them marbles and the comb out,
and I think most of the bird's nest.

- Anyway, it works just as good as ever.
- I'll send you a check.

- That's all right. Will you just sign here?
- Aw, Dad, please...

[Children Yelling, Crying]

- Be quiet, all of you!
- [Telephone Ringing]

- Stop this infernal howling.
- But, Dad...

- Stop it!
- All these kids yours, mister?
Or is this a picnic?

- [Ringing Continues]
- They're all mine, and believe me,
it's no picnic.

- Aw, look...
- Silence!

[Anne]
After a few days of organized confusion...

we were packed
and ready to depart.

And I might add that
Ringling Brothers'Circus had nothing on us.

- [Frank] Hurry up there, Frank.
- [Boy] Get off my feet!

Be sure everything's out of the house
before you leave, Jim.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Gilbreth.
We'll take care of everything.

Have a nice trip.
We'll see you Friday morning.

- Yes, we'll meet the train.
- [Engine Starts]

Hey, Bill. Come on, there.
Hurry up.

- Come on. Foolish Carriage is getting restless.
- I'm comir, Dad.

Come on, Bill.
Make it snappy.

- [Horn Honks]
- [Frank And Children Laughing]

- Mercy Maud!
- Scared you, didn't I, son?

- Mercy Maud!
- I'll bet you jumped six and 9/10ths inches.

- Gee, Dad.
- It's all right, dear.

Teach you to keep your eyes open
crossing streets, young man.

Well, is everybody in?
Anne, Ernestine, Martha, Mary, Frank...

- All present and accounted for, Dad.
- Okay.

If you're all reasonably sanitary,
let's go.

- Bye, Jim! Bye, Mrs. Monahan!
- [Engine Grinds And Backfires]

- Good-bye! Good-bye!
- Good-bye, Rhode Island.
New Jersey, here we come.

- [Laughs]
- [Children Laughing]

[Horn Honks]

Hey, Noah, what are you doir
with that ark?

Collecting animals
like the good lord told me, brother.

All I need now
is a jackass. Hop in!

- [All Laughing]
- [Horn Honks]

- We turn to the left here, don't we, dear?
- I'm going to turn.

- [Policemars Whistle Blows]
- It's okay, Dad. I think you can make it.

- I know I can make it. Hold out your hand.
- [Horn Honks]

- [Frank] Hi, brother.
- Hi, brother.

- [Children] Hi!
- [Horn Honking]

[Steam Hissing]

Eh, that fan belt again.
You have to get out, Bill.

- Excuse me, Lillie.
- It's not going to blow up, is it?

Of course not.
Wort take a minute to fix it.

Incidentally, now's a good time,
while we're stopped, if any of you
want to go see Mrs. Murphy.

- Well, how about it?
- Not me, Dad.

All right. But remember, all of you,
this is your last chance.

Can't understand why a good car
like this should keep acting up.

If it's not one thing, it's another.
Last week it was the carburetor.

- [Horn Honks]
- [Children Laughing]

- Who did that?
- Uh, that was a good joke on you, Dad.

Listen, young man...

there's a time and a place for jokes,
and a time and a place for spankings.

- And the sooner you learn... Get out. Get out.
- [Laughing]

Mercy Maud, Frank. I'll bet you jumped
six and 9/10ths inches that time.

- [Laughing]
- [Chuckling]

Ha, you're right, son.
Ha, ha, ha.

That was a good joke on me. By jingo,
I'll bet I did jump six and 9/10ths inches.

[All Laughing]

- Oh, these kids. These kids.
- [Lillie Laughing]

[Horn Honks]

- Oh, excuse me, dear. I did that.
It was accidental.
- [Crying]

- [Lillie Giggling]
- [Baby Crying]

[Together] #You made life cheery
when you called me dearie #

# 'Twas down where
the bluegrass grows #

#Your lips were sweeter
than julep #

#When you wore a tulip #

- #And I wore a big, red rose #
- # Bom, bom ##

- [All Laughing]
- Ah, Lillie, what do you suppose
piddling little families...

- with only five or six children
do with themselves? [Laughs]
- I can't imagine.

But I do know one thing.
We'll look back on moments like these
as the happiest in our lives.

- You children hear that?
- [Children] Yes, sir.

All right.
Don't forget it.

- # Memories, memories #
- [Others] # Memories #

- Dad. Hey, Dad.
- #Tra-la-la, la-da ##

- Yes, son?
- I gotta go see Mrs. Murphy.

- I asked you not 15 minutes ago,
and you said that you...
- Yes, I know...

but, gee, I can't
help it, Dad.

- Me too, Dad.
- I do too, Dad.

By jingo, I gave you your last chance.
I'm not stopping again.

- But, Dad...
- Nothing doing. You had every opportunity.

Frank, I think
you'd better stop.

All right. Out you go.

And hurry up.
We haven't got all day!

- Make it snappy.
- [Horn Honks]

[Horn Honks]

- [Engine Stops]
- All right. You can open your eyes now.

- [Others Gasping]
- Well, what do you think of it?

- Oh, Frank, it's beautiful.
- It's wonderful, Dad.

I'm glad you like it. Wait till you see the inside.
Come on. Let's get out.

Come on there, Frank. Help your mother.
That's a good fella.

- You must admit it's a mighty fine
piece of property.
- It's lovely.

I knew it was the right place
the minute I laid eyes on it.

I didn't say much or try to describe it.
I didn't want you to be disappointed.

- Oh, no, Daddy. We love it.
- Howdy. You folks moving in here?

- That's right. Gilbreth's the name.
- You certainly got a nice place.

- I'll say that for you.
- Thank you. We think so.

- All those kids yours?
- Oh, these aren't so many.

You ought to see the ones
we left behind.

- How you ever feed 'em?
- Ah, they come cheaper by the dozen,
you know.

- [Both Laughing]
- Come on, kids.

[Anne] It was a wonderful house,
and we loved living in it...

but we soon found out that,
while it was often too small for 12 children...

it was more often too large
for two servants.

As usual, Mother and Dad met their problem
in the typical Gilbreth manner... head on!

- [Children Chattering]
- [Rapping]

The family council
will please come to order.

Now, obviously, this house is too big
for Mrs. Monahan and Jim Bracken...

to take care of without help.

Therefore, your mother and I have
called this meeting to discuss...

you children taking over part of the work
in the house and in the yard.

Assignments will be made on the basis
of personal choice and aptitude.

Now, does the chair hear
any suggestions?

Come, come, members of the council, this is
a democracy. Everybody has an equal voice.

How do you want
to divide the work?

In a democracy, everybody speaks.
So, by jingo, start speaking.

Bill, I recognize you.
What do you think?

I think Mrs. Monahan and Jim Bracken
ought to do the work. They get paid for it.

- Sit down. You're no longer recognized.
- But in a democracy...

Hush, Bill.
It's almost impossible to get good servants...

these days with so many
children in the family.

- Mr. Chairman?
- Yes, son?

I think you're right. Jim and Mrs. Monahan
do have too much to do.

- I move we hire more people to work for us.
- [Bill] Second the motion!

- [Other Children] Me too.
- Out of order.
Sit down and be quiet, all of you.

I, uh... Uh,
[Clears Throat]

The chair recognizes
the assistant chairman.

Well, of course, we could hire additional help,
and that might be the answer.

- [Applauding]
- But that would mean cutting the budget
somewhere else.

Perhaps if we cut out
all desserts...

and allowances,
we might be able to afford a maid.

And then if we cut out movies,
ice cream sodas and new clothes for a year...

we might even be able to afford
a helper forJim too.

Uh-huh. Do I hear a motion
to that effect?

How about it, Bill?
You want to stop allowances? Frank? Anne?

Oh, well.
I move we allot the work.

- Splendid, splendid. Do I hear a second?
- Second the motion.

- All those in favor signify.
- [Children] Aye.

Motion carried.
Now, is there any further business?

I move we adjourn.

Not so fast, young lady. There's still
that little matter of specific assignments.

For instance, the back fence,
which is badly in need of whitewashing.

Do I hear any bids?

Huh? Speak up. If you want to earn a little
extra spending money, here's your chance.

- Yes, Bill?
- I'll bid $10.

You must think this is a government project.
Do I hear any reasonable bids?

L... I bid 47 cents.

- Forty-seven cents?
- Please, Daddy. Let me do it.

- Tell me, how do you happen
to hit on 47 cents?
- I've been saving to buy...

a pair of roller skates,
and that's how much more I need.

- But you're gonna get skates for your birthday.
- Frank.

Oh, I'm sorry, Lillie.
I wasrt supposed to let that out of the bag.

- Oh, Daddy, that's wonderful.
Thank you, thank you.
- [Chuckles]

Besides, that's too big a job
for a little girl like you.

Hmm-hmm.

Frank, here's your chance.
What do you bid... within reason?

Oh, well. 2.50, I guess.

Good. You got yourself a contract.
Now, is there any more new business?

I think this family
ought to buy a dog.

- [Rapping]
- Out of order. Meeting adjourned.

- [School Bell Ringing]
- [Horn Honking]

Well, here we are.
I know you're all eager to get started...

- on a new school year, so out you go.
- [Ringing Stops]

- Hurry up. Hurry up.
- But, Dad, not all of us?

Certainly all of you.
You want us to make an impression, don't you?

But this isn't our school...
Ernestine's and mine.

- We're gonna go to high school.
- We'll take care of that later.

- I wanna show these people first
what a real family looks like.
- But it's so embarrassing.

A person with inner dignity
is never embarrassed.

Besides, visits like this get results.
Teachers lap it up.

I only wish I had time to send home
for your mother and the babies.

- And I will, too,
unless you two get a move-on. Come on.
- Honestly, Dad.

- You have more gall...
- Somebody in this family
has to show a little spunk.

- Come on, son.
- It's so silly.

[Muttering]

Ern! Ern! There he is.

He's the one I told you about... the captain
of the swimming team. His name is Tom Black.

- Oh, he's adorable.
- I'll say.

What are you two hanging back there for?
Come along!

Shh! Daddy, please.
Why...

- Why, somebody might hear you.
- Suppose they do?

They're gonna hear from me
soon enough anyhow.

No dying-cow looks, now.
Hold your heads up and look alive. Let's go.

Take your hats off.

Gangway.

Refer these to Miss Jensen.
Give these to Miss Sweeney.

- [Knocking]
- Come in.

Good morning, madam.
Just a Gilbreth invasion,
or perhaps I should say a partial invasion...

since I left most of them
at home with their mother.

- I hope we're not intruding.
- Oh, not at all.
I'm delighted to see you, Mr. Gilbreth.

We've heard so much about you.
I understand you have...

Eleven children, ma'am,
but unfortunately...

only five will be under
your excellent supervision:

Mary, Martha, Lillian,
Bill and FrankJr.

- How do you do, sir?
- I just brought my two older girls,
Anne and Ernestine...

along so you could get a better
idea of the crop we're raising.

Well, I'm so glad
you dropped in, Mr. Gilbreth.

I'm sure we're all going to get along
beautifully together. It's such a pleasure...

Uh, just a minute.
I'm not just dropping in.

I want to meet their teachers
and see what grades they're going into.

Oh, well, I'm afraid all our teachers are busy
at the moment. You see, it's opening day...

Oh, that's all right.
I'm in no hurry.

In fact, I've arranged my schedule
so as to give you my entire morning.

- You have?
- Meanwhile, as to their grades...

I see no reason why children who are
well-developed mentally should be held back...

by a school system geared to those
of simply normal intelligence.

No. Of course not. But so much depends
on their ages. Now, if you'll just...

You mean mental ages,
of course.

- Bill, how old are you, son?
- Eight.

What grade does an eight-year-old
usually belong in?

- The third.
- Then I think he'd better go in the fifth.

Oh-ho, but that's impossible, Mr. Gilbreth.
Perhaps later on, if he takes tests...

By all means. I hope they'll all take
a lot of tests. It's good for them.

Meanwhile to, uh,
to illustrate my point... Frank...

what's 46 times 83?

Three thousand,
eight hundred and eighteen.

Lillian, 19 times 91.

[Lillian] One thousand,
seven hundred and twenty-nine.

Bill, 52 times 52.

Two thousand,
seven hundred and four.

Now, would you care to suggest
a few large numbers?

Well, I... think I'll take your
word for it, Mr. Gilbreth...

and I'll see what I can do.

It would really
expedite matters...

if you'd have the teacher of the fifth grade
step in here for a moment.

Also, while we're about it...

the teachers of the third,
fourth, sixth and seventh.

Ask Miss Billsop, Miss Jensen,
Miss Moore, Mrs. Hallbright...

and Miss Sweeney
to step in here for a moment.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you, madam.
And now, while we're waiting...

perhaps it might interest you to hear
something of the home training program...

their mother and I have
worked out for the children:

Spelling games, geography quizzes,
language study...

We're learning French and German
from a Victrola.

Dad's even taught us how to take a whole bath
in the time it takes to play just one record.

- Really?
- [Frank]
A simple matter of coordination, madam.

Like any other physical effort,
scientific bathing is...

- Yes, but how do you do it?
- Well, this seems hardly the time and place.

[Chuckling]
I doubt if you'd be interested.

Oh, but I am.
It sounds perfectly fascinating.

- Yeah. Go on. Show her, Dad.
- Yeah. Show her.

- Here.
- Well, if you insist, son.
This is really very simple.

First, you take the soap in your right hand,
apply it to the left shoulder...

run it down the top of the left arm,
up the inside of the left arm to the armpit...

then the ears... both of them, of course...
not forgetting the back of the neck...

then down the outside of the left leg,
back up the inside of the left leg...

then down the right leg,
and up.

Then at the hip,
change the soap to the left hand...

and do the same thing
on the right arm and shoulder.

After a couple of circular motions
on the midsection and back...

and some special attention
to the feet...

slide under for a rinse,
and you rise bathed.

Oh, come in, ladies. Mr. Gilbreth
is just showing me how to take a bath.

- A what?
- Good morning, ladies.

[Teachers]
Good morning.

[Anne]
In our family, sickness was taboo.

Dr. Burtors car in front of our house
could mean only one thing.

- [Bill] Dad!
- Yes?

- Where's the baby? Where is it?
- In her room taking her nap, of course. Why?

- We mean the latest model.
- Is it a boy or a girl?

Is what a boy or a girl?

Aw, come on, Daddy. You can't fool us.
What are we gonna name this one?

Lillie, what's got into these children?
What are they talking about?

- I can't imagine, dear.
- We wanna see the new baby.

Whatever gave you the idea
there was a new baby?

- That's Dr. Burtors
automobile outside, isn't it?
- Yes.

- And you were sick last night, werert ya?
- I had a slight headache.

And every time you're sick
there's always a baby, isn't there?

Oh, my goodness. Babies don't come just
because you're sick. I thought you knew that.

They've always come before
when you were sick.

Oh, dear.

[Clears Throat]
It's up to you, Lillie. You're the psychologist.

I have some very important work to do.
I'll be in my study.

[Quietly]
You understand, don't you?

Yes, I certainly do.

Well, first, about Dr. Burton.

He's here because he's afraid Jack has
a whooping cough, which means you children...

will have to stay
away from him.

As to babies, well,
I think it's about time we had a little talk.

[Coughing]

Oh, no, Bill.
Don't tell me you're getting it too?

[Continues Coughing]

- Who's that coughing?
- [Bill] Me, Dad.

Well, stop it.
I'm not gonna have an epidemic in this house.

We haven't time
for any such nonsense.

You children have been given good health,
and by jingo, it's your job to keep it.

- I don't want any excuses. You hear me?
- Yes, sir.

- All right.
- I think I better get him up to the doctor.

- Yes, Lillie.
- [Dog Barking]

- [Barks]
- Where did that whatever-it-is come from?

- He's a beaut, isn't he, Dad?
- A beaut?

- [Barking]
- Look here, you mangy mongrel...

Go on. Get out.
Don't argue. Out! Out!

[Coughing]

Martha, keep
that cover on.

- [Children Coughing, Distant]
- Remember what the doctor said.

- He wants you to keep warm.
- Yes, Mother.

- [Coughing]
- Here, darling.
Put this jacket around your shoulders.

Oh, thank you, Mother.

[Lillie] I'm going down to the kitchen
now to get your dessert...

and I'll read to you,
if you like.

- Oh, hello, Dad.
- May I come in?

- [Lillie] Of course, dear.
- I won't disturb anything.

It's all right.
The children have missed you.

[Coughing, Wheezes]

- Oh, Frank. Not you too?
- Yes, yes. Looks like I belong up here too, Lillie.

- Oh, dear.
- [Coughing, Wheezes]

[Fred And Dan, Chanting]
Daddy's got the whooping cough.

- Daddy's got the whooping cough.
- You children get back in bed. Go on.

- Dr. Burton...
- [Burton] Yes?

- Will you come in here a minute, please?
- Right away.

[Coughing, Wheezes]

- Frank, sit down, dear.
- [Coughing, Groans]

- Do you ache anywhere?
- I'll be all right, Lillie.

- In heavers name, what's the trouble now?
- It's Mr. Gilbreth.

He's coughing too.

Oh, me. How did I ever get mixed up
with this family anyhow?

- Let me hear you cough.
- [Laughing]

There's nothir the matter with me.
[Laughing]

- I was only joking. [Chuckles]
- You were what?

Well, it just wasrt any fun
downstairs by myself, Lillie.

- I wanted to be up here
with the rest of the family.
- Very funny. Very funny.

Frank Gilbreth, I give up. Sometimes I think
you're more trouble than the children.

I'm sorry, Lillie. But all that quiet
down there makes me nervous.

Oh, really.

Tell me, Doc, how are
my Mongolians coming along?

- They'll live.
- In spite of you, you old veterinarian.

Well, I'll say one thing for you, Gilbreth.
Your children don't get sick very often...

but when they do,
they certainly mess up...

the public health statistics
of the state of New Jersey.

- How's that, Mr. Bones?
- Ordinarily, I only have a couple of cases
of whooping cough...

or measles a week, but when I have to report
11 cases in a single day, they're liable...

to quarantine the whole town of Montclair
and close every school in Essex county.

Well, at least these
are only light cases.

Pioneer stock, you know.
[Laughs]

As far as New Jersey's concerned,
whooping cough's whooping cough.

By the way, these kids have got tonsils...
really ugly ones.

- As soon as they're over this,
they ought to come out.
- I've never had mine out.

- Maybe you should. Let's look.
- No, you don't.
There's nothing the matter with them.

- Oh, stop wasting my time and sit down.
- What's the point of all this?

Open your mouth.
Open your mouth.

- Say "ah."
- Ah-h-h-h.

Just as I thought.
Yours should have been out years ago.

- You're crazy.
I've never been sick a day in my life.
- Let them stay in if you want to.

You're not hurting
anyone but yourself.

But these children's tonsils
have got to come out, all but one... Martha's.

- Hers are as sound as a dollar.
- Hooray for me.

- Well, good night, girls. I'll see you tomorrow.
- [Girls] Good night, Doctor.

- [Child Coughing]
- Say, Doc, I was just thinking.

If we have to have their tonsils out,
could we do it here in the house?

- Why here?
What's the matter with a hospital?
- Well, it struck me...

if we could rig up
an operating room downstairs,
I could photograph the operations...

and study what you doctors
are doing wrong.

Then I'd be able
to show how you could eliminate
a lot of waste motions and speed things up.

Now, wait a minute. That system of yours
may be all right in factories...

And in medicine too.
Ho-ho, I've been looking for a chance like this.

- Now, not so fast. Nobody's going to...
- Oh, you're leaving, Doctor?

- Lillie, we're gonna have
the children's tonsils out.
- Oh, Frank, do we have to?

That's what this fella here says.
But it's all right. I'm gonna take movies.

- Of the operations?
- Certainly, of the operations.

Why, there's no telling how many lives
this sort of study will help save.

But doesn't it seem rather heartless,
using the children as guinea pigs?

Not at all. They'll be asleep
and won't know what's going on.

Besides, if it'll make you feel any better,
I'll let this old butcher here yank mine out too.

Yours? Well, why didn't you say so?
Now we're getting somewhere.

- Oh, Frank...
- No, don't stop him.
Let him go ahead and cut his own throat.

That's one part of the festivities
I might even enjoy.

- [Chortling]
- Will you stop drooling?

By jingo, this may make you famous,
you ol' quack.

All right, May,
you can ease up a little now.

- [Whispering] All right. Start...
Start cranking.
- [Shutter Clicking]

Can you see it all?
Is the clock in?

[Cameraman]
[Quavering] Yeah, it's in.

[Breathing Heavily]
Everything's in.

Mr. Gilbreth,
my stomach's beginning to...

I'm not interested in your internal organs.
Just keep cranking.

[Anne]
Dad had said, "Think of all the fun we'll have...

looking at the movies
and seeing ourselves asleep. "

But I'm afraid, to those waiting,
it was not a very consoling thought.

As much as they loved movies,
I have a feeling that that's one epic...

they'd have been
delighted to pass up.

[Footsteps Approaching]

I hear you poor kids couldn't
have any breakfast this morning.

Aw, everybody knows you can't eat
before you get operated on.

I had doughnuts for breakfast with sugar...
mmm, delicious...

and a big piece of apple pie
that was left over from last night.

You beast.
You get out of here.

Mrs. Monahan was just as sweet
as she could be.

"Why don't you have
another one, Martha?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Monahan,
I believe I will."

"Why don't you take two to three, dear?
They're so tasty."

"I really shouldn't,
Mrs. Monahan.

"But maybe while those poor kids
are waiting tonight...

I'll dedicate one
to each of them."

[Ernestine]
Mother, will you make Martha stop talking...

about what a delicious
breakfast she had?

All she's done
since she's been in here is gloat.

- Not another word about food, Martha.
Do you understand?
- I'm sorry, Mother.

I won't even mention doughnuts
and apple pie again.

- Martha!
- Nothing to it.
Anne slept through it just like a baby.

And I know we got some great movies.
Come on, Ernestine, girl. You're next.

- Don't be afraid, dear.
It'll be over in a few minutes.
- I'm not afraid, Mother, much.

A Gilbreth, afraid? Don't be ridiculous.
After all, she's her father's daughter.

What in the world is there to be afraid of?
Never heard such nonsense.

- This'll all be over in a jiffy. Go on, dear.
- Go ahead, dear.

- That's a good girl.
- I'll go up with Anne.

Everything's under control.

[Burton] Let's take off the robe
and hop right up here on the table.

- Is it going to hurt?
- At your age, you won't even feel it.

That's what
I told her, Doctor.

[Burton]
All right, May.

Just relax, dear. I'll be
right here with you.

How about changing the lens
for this one?

I want to see exactly how his caddy
hands him those knives.

But ain't it kinda hot in here?
Couldn't we open a widow or somethir?

- Do you want this child to get pneumonia?
- But this ether...

- Never mind the ether.
Just take care of that camera.
- [Woman] Ready, Doctor.

Good heavens, man, I told you
I didn't want Martha.

- You haven't got Martha. That's Ernestine.
- You sure?

- Of course I'm sure, you jackass.
- You must be mistaken.

Here. Look carefully.
There now. Isn't that Martha?

Don't you suppose I know my own children?
I tell you, that's Ernestine.

- Well, if this isn't Martha,
we've made a horrible mistake.
- We? What do you mean, we?

- What kind of a mistake?
- I know them by their tonsils.
I thought these were Martha's.

They're the only ones
that didn't have to come out.

- You mean you knocked my little girl
unconscious for no reason?
- I'm sorry, but that's about it.

I'll admit it was careless,
but you do have an uncommon lot of them...

- and they all look alike to me.
- But what do we do now?

Take them out anyhow.
They may have to come out eventually.

The worst part of an operation
is dreading it beforehand.

- Go get Martha ready.
- But she's been eating all morning.

Never mind. Go get her.
I'm not going through another day like this.

- Start grinding.
At least we'll salvage something.
- [Shutter Clicking]

[Anne]
[Chuckling] Poor Martha.

It was a blow, but in she went
full of pie, doughnuts and indignation.

[Shutter Clicking Continues]

[Whispering]
Frank.

- What is all this about Martha?
- This fool, Burton...
he got her mixed up with Ernestine.

- It's all his fault.
- I don't care whose fault it is.
I think it's a shame...

after letting that poor child
eat all those doughnuts for breakfast...

only to be snatched up
and brought in to be butchered.

Now, there's nothing to worry about, Lillie.
It's no worse than a mosquito bite.

Besides, it's almost over. You better wait
in the other room. Go on, dear.

There we are.

Keep grinding.

Frank, I think this whole thing...

But you're making a mountain
out of a molehill.

All it takes is the tiniest little cut
at the back of the throat.

Just to show you it's nothing,
I'll go next.

- I thought you wanted to watch your pictures.
- Oh, I'll watch, all right.

I'm only gonna take a local anesthetic.
Ho-ho, I won't miss a thing.

- But does Dr. Burton think
a local anesthetic is wise?
- That's just a lot of nonsense...

about my physical condition.

These doctors don't know
what they're talking about half the time.

I'll be in the amen corner
when they're laying him away.

Besides, I wanna get this over with
before lunch. I'm starved.

Gee, Dad, you act like
you're lookir forward to it.

Why, sure, son. There's nothing to it.
Huh! Just like rollir off a log.

- [Door Sliding Open]
- All right, who's next?

- I am.
- Okay, make it snappy.
A man can stand just so much.

Frank, I hope you're not making a mistake.
After all, at your age...

Age has nothing
to do with it, Lillie.

It's simply a matter
of resolution.

Let's go.

- [Shutter Clicking]
- [Anne] Yes, indeed.

To Dad, a tonsil operation was nothing,
just like... how did he put it?

"Just like rolling off a log."

- [Lillie] Frank!
- [Slurring] Oh, Lillie.

- My throat. This is awful.
- Yes. I know, dear.

- I... I can't talk.
- Nurse, I'll take him.

- [Moaning]
- You're all right, old pioneer.

- You just had to have it
the hard way, that's all.
- Lillie, I...

- I'm dying.
- Now, come on, old-timer.

I'll give you something
to make you sleep.

How am I gonna sleep
with my throat cut?

- You'll be all right in a couple of weeks.
- Mr. Gilbreth! Mr. Gilbreth!

[Frank]
Go away. Go away. Can't you see I'm dying?

I hate to tell you this, but it looks like
none of them motion pictures'll be any good.

- No good?
- Uh, I forgot to put any film in the camera.

- You what?
- Please. Oh, now, please, please
don't get excited.

- Anyhow, it's too much for me. I quit!
- Let me at him.

- Frank!
- Let me at him!

####[Small Band Playing Waltz Amateurishly]

- ## [Trombone Plays Badly]
- [Tapping]

- ## [Band Stops]
- Children, children.
Now, we are not doing our best.

Suppose we start over, and this time,
let's be sure everybody's in the same key.

Oh, it's no use,
Miss Ethel.

We might as well face it.
We just haven't any musical talent.

We mustrt let our father
hear us say that.

- Why? Doesrt he know yet?
- He takes it for granted
that all of his children are gifted.

Well, far be it for me to disillusion him.
[Sighs]

- Let's go.
- All right, children? Ready?

One, two, three...

## [Resumes]

####[Continues]

- ####[Violin Playing Loudly]
- ####[Trombone Solo]

Softly, now. Softly as a little brook
tinkling through a still forest.

- ####[Continues, Distant]
- Excuse me, but do you by any chance
hear a little brook...

tinkling through a still forest?

- Poor Miss Ethel. What fortitude.
- [Chuckles]

- ####[Band Silenced]
- You're home early, dear.

Yes, I know.
Well, I had a letter today...

from Dr. Bleneim
of Czechoslovakia.

- Thought you might like to see it.
- Oh, do they want you to come?

Well, there's nothing really definite yet,
but Bleneim thinks there's a good chance...

they'll ask me to speak at the International
Management Conference in Prague.

Oh, Frank, I knew they would.
May I see it?

Let's not count our chickens
too soon.

This is gonna be
a pretty high-powered meeting.

It'll attract
the best scientific minds in the world.

That's why it's such a wonderful opportunity
to show other countries...

what motion study really is
and have your methods accepted universally.

I admit it's what
I've always hoped for.

It might mean a great deal
financially too, Lillie.

But the important thing is that it will
establish you as a leader in the whole field.

- I'm so happy, Frank.
- I knew you'd be pleased. And why not?

After all, if it hadn't been
for you and your help...

- Will you tell the children tonight?
- You can tell them if you want...

but warn them...
not a word about it yet.

- But I won't be here tonight.
- You won't be here? Where are you going?

- Have you forgotten?
I have a date at the hospital.
- So soon?

Yes, dear, I'm afraid so.

But I thought you were only joking
about going to the hospital.

After all, you never went to one before
just to have a baby.

Maybe I never thought
about it before.

Going to be awfully lonely around here
without you, Lillie.

I'll hurry back
as quickly as I can.

By the way,
do you mind what it is?

Why, I thought we'd already agreed
it would be a boy. After all, we have six girls.

But of course, anything you decide
will be all right with me.

Thank you, dear.
Have you thought of a name?

- Why, no, I haven't.
- What do you think of Robert?

Robert? Why Robert?
Who's named Robert?

Oh, no one in particular.
It's just a nice name, that's all.

I always knew you had a strange collection
of beaus during your college years...

but, uh, which one was Robert?

The one with the long hair and the violin,
or the one that lisped... like "thith"?

When you're quite through,
we'll decide on a name.

In the meantime, if you want
to go into the subject of old flames...

remember... two can play
at that game.

- I seem to recall a certain lady poetess...
- Never mind. Never mind.

I wouldn't think of blighting
an old schoolgirl romance. [Chuckles]

Male or female,
Robert it is.

[Anne] For the 12th time,
Dad's verdict was exactly the same.

Well, I'll say this for him.
He's every inch a Gilbreth.

- I'm glad you approve.
- Yes. I expect we'd better keep him too.

[Sighs]
Well, Lillie, it's over. Twelve of'em.

And hardly an idiot
in the bunch.

And you were afraid you'd be
the last of the Gilbreths.

I admit, you had me worried
there for a while.

Four girls in a row.
That can be pretty nerve-racking.

Of course, you know
I did it deliberately.

Come here, young fella.

Let's you and me
get acquainted.

Be careful with him, Frank.
I don't think hospitals approve of fathers.

Hospitals. Heh.

Young man, did I ever tell you about the night
your mother and I were married...

and we decided to have
an even dozen like you, hmm?

You set the actual target, dear...
six boys and six girls.

I believe you even made
a memorandum of it.

That's right, son.
Sounds kind of silly now, doesn't it?

Not half as silly
as it sounded then.

Honestly, dear, did you really think
we'd be able to go through with it?

Why, certainly.

I always knew that anything you and I
teamed up on, Lillie, would be a success.

It'll seem kind of funny, won't it?
For the first time in 17 years...

we'll be able to go to bed
without setting the alarm for a 2:00 feeding.

It's certainly gonna be a luxury,
isn't it?

A wonderful luxury...
and I'll hate it.

- [Baby Gurgles]
- Well, Bob, you better get back
to your mother.

Looking after her is gonna be
one of your jobs from now on.

And incidentally, young man,
she's a pretty wonderful woman.

Anyway, that's one mars opinion.

[Frank]
That's good. Smile, now.

Smile so I can see
the whites of your teeth.

And stop fidgeting. How can I focus this thing
if you keep on fidgeting?

Children, please be quiet.
This won't last much longer.

Anne, you're the oldest.
Help your mother keep them quiet.

I'm afraid that would require
an act of God.

Now, stop moving for all our sakes
and smile.

That's right. Now, listen to your sister.
Come on, now. Let's have a great big smile.

Come on. Smile for Daddy.

That's better.
Are we all ready?

Jane, take your hands down from your ears.
That's a good girl.

Now, then, here we go.
Hold it. Hold it.

- Ho-o-old it!
- [Explosion]

I think that was a good one, Lillie.
Ha-ha, this new flash certainly works fine.

Yes, it certainly does.

- Now that we're all together, whadaya say?
- Yeah, it's a swell time.

You get the chair and the gavel,
and I'll get the table.

- Okay.
- [Lillie] Thank you, dear.

- Come, children. It's past your bedtime.
- Before you go upstairs, Lillie...

don't you think we ought to take one more,
just to be on the safe side?

- I think not, dear.
- Why, after all, we should.

- It's the first time we've had all 12 together.
- No, Frank.

- Seven explosions
are quite enough in one night.
- Okay, Lillie. You're the boss.

- Well, what's that for?
- Dad, we've been talkir something over...

and we wondered, as long as we're all here,
if we couldn't have a family council.

Well, that's possible.
What's on your mind, son?

- We want to do it legally, Dad,
in regular meeting.
- Very good.

All right, everybody.
Come on. Let's take seats.

- No, Frank. I have to get the babies to bed.
- This won't take long.

- After all, if the children are interested...
- I'll take them up, Mother.

I, uh... I think they want you
down here.

- All right, dear. But what's all mystery about?
- You'll find out. Come, Jane.

All right, kids, take your places.
I'll be at your service in a moment.

Hurry up, there. Make it snappy.
Excuse me, gentlemen.

Now, then,
are we all settled? Hmm?

Now, the, uh... the family council
will please come to order.

Now, then,
what's the problem?

- Mr. Chairman?
- Yes?

It's been brought to our attention
that the assistant chairman... Mother...

intends to buy a new rug
for the dining room.

And since the entire membership will be
required to look upon and sit in chairs...

resting on said rug, we move that the council
be consulted before any rug is purchased.

- Second the motion.
- [Younger Children] Me too!

That's a point well taken.
Any discussion?

We'd like to ask the assistant chairman
how much it's going to cost.

- $100.
- Mr. Chairman, I move
that not more than $95 be spent.

- [Bill] Second the motion.
- [Younger Children] Me too.

Well, this idea of saving five dollars
is a very laudable one. Let me commend you.

Now, all those in favor of spending
only $95 for a rug signify by saying "aye."

- [Children] Aye!
- Carried. Now, is there any further business?

Yes, sir, Mr. Chairman. I move we spend
the five dollars we've just saved to buy a dog.

- [Child] Second the motion.
- Out of order. Out of order.
Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You children know very well how I feel
about having animals around here.

- But, Mr. Chairman, a dog would be a pet.
- William...

Everyone in the family could pat
him and I would be his master.

A dog would be a friend, Mr. Chairman.
He could eat scraps of food, and...

- [Quietly] Save motions.
- What was that?

And that would save motions
for the garbage man.

A dog would keep burglars away.
He would sleep on the foot of my bed...

and I would wash him
whenever he was dirty.

A dog would be an accursed nuisance,
that's what he'd be.

He'd be our master.
He'd eat us out of house and home.

He'd spread fleas
from the garret to the basement.

And he'd attach himself to me.
Ho, they always do. And I won't have it.

- But, Mr. Chairman, I promise...
- No.

No filthy, flea-bitten creature's
gonna share my bed and board.

- This whole idea is ridiculous.
- But, Mr. Chairman, I...

Lillie, don't you see
where this is leading us?

If we start throwing our money away like this,
the next thing they'll want is...

ponies, roadsters, trips to Hawaii.

You tell 'em
it's out of the question.

I think, dear, we can rely
on the good sense of the children.

- After all, a five-dollar dog
is not a trip to Hawaii.
- But, Lillie...

- Question.
- [Children, Chanting] Vote! Vote! Vote!

No, no! This whole thing's out of order.
If I'd known what you were up to, I'd...

- [Children] Vote! Vote! Vote!
- All those in favor...

- [Together] Aye!
- Ayes have it!

- No. No. I still say no. No!
- [Children Cheering]

- The ayes have it, dear.
- But, Lillie...

- The meeting's adjourned.
- [Sighs]

A dog.

Mmm.

[Anne]
Dad was right.

There were 14 Gilbreths
in the house, but Mr. Chairman...

for thus was he christened... soon dispelled all
doubt as to which Gilbreth was his favorite.

In no time at all,
they were bosom companions.

[Whining]

- There was no end
to Dad's determination to save time.
- Ready? Go.

And in these experiments, large or small,
Mother was always at his side...

a partner in every enterprise.

- Stop. How long was that?
- [Clicks Stopwatch] Seven seconds.

Good. Now we'll do it
the other way.

- Ready?
- [Clicks] Go.

[Clicks]
That was better... only five and a half seconds.

- By jingo, I knew it.
Bottom to top, that's the answer.
- [No Audible Dialogue]

[Anne] Along with Dad's,
Mother's fame as a psychologist...

- and industrial consultant had grown also...
- [Doorbell Ringing]

To such an extent that people came
from far and wide to solicit her help.

- Mrs. Gilbreth?
- Yes?

I'm Amelia Mebane.
I wonder if I could talk with you for a moment.

I'm very busy. If...
If you could tell me...

- Well, I'll only take a moment of your time.
- Well, won't you come in?

Thank you.

- In here, please.
- I understand you're very civic-minded,
Mrs. Gilbreth.

I believe in being
a good citizen, yes.

- Wort you sit down?
- Thank you.

- You lecture too, I hear.
- Occasionally.

- Now, just what is it you wanted to...
- Well, it's...

It's about birth control.

Birth control?

Yes. The National League
of Planned Parenthood...

is organizing a local chapter
in Montclair.

- I was told that you'd be interested.
- I?

I met a friend of yours on the train last night...
a next-door neighbor, I believe.

She felt that you were just the person
we're looking for.

She was sure you'd be willing
to cooperate.

Well, just how would you want me
to cooperate?

Why, by being the moving spirit
behind our Montclair chapter.

That's a pretty big job,
isn't it?

Oh, yes.
Yes, there's work to be done.

That's why I'm appealing to you...
a civic-minded career woman with a...

and this is most important... with a large house
where one can hold meetings.

Well, of course,
I'll have to consult my husband.

Oh, is he interested
in good works too?

Oh, yes. I think he'll be
very interested in this.

- Excuse me. I'll call him.
- Certainly.

- Can you come into the living room
a moment, dear?
- I'm awfully busy, Lillie.

But we have a guest, dear.
A lady from New York...

who wants me to be the head
of the local birth control organization.

Of the what?

Shh.
It's a pretty big job, dear.

Oh, indeed.

Well, in that case, Lillie,
[Chuckles] let's go.

[Footsteps Approaching]

Mrs. Mebane,
this is my husband, Mr. Gilbreth.

- How do you do, Mr. Gilbreth?
- A pleasure, madam.

It's a great pleasure to meet
a woman engaged in such a noble cause.

Thank you. And it's a pleasure
to find a man who thinks it is noble.

Usually we find the husbands so much less
sympathetic with our aims than the wives.

You'd be surprised at some
of the horrible things men have said to me.

- Yes, I can imagine.
- And yet, if you could see, as I have...

relatively young women
growing old before their times.

Ah, a pity.
A great pity.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Mebane, just a moment.
- Why, of course.

## [Whistles, Imitating Bugle Call]

[Whistles Loudly]

- Why, how odd.
What's he doing, Mrs. Gilbreth?
- [Footsteps Running]

- Whistling.
- Oh, yes, I know.

- But why?
- Oh, he frequently whistles.

- Uh...
- [Bill] Gangway!

[All Chattering]

- [Martha] Come on, Jackie.
- Hurry up, there. Pick up your feet.

Make it snappy. Where's Frank?
He's always late. Come here, Frank.

- Now, then. Are we all assembled?
- Yeah.

Fourteen seconds. By jingo, I knew
you could do it. It's a new world's record.

- [Anne] What is it?
- [Frank Jr.] Yeah, what'd you call us for?

I want you to meet
a very important lady.

Now, come with me, children.
Watch your manners.

Children,
this is Mrs. Mebane.

[Children Greeting Separately]
How do you do? How do you do? Hello. Hello.

- I... don't quite understand. Is this a school?
- No, it isn't a school.

Then it's... No. Oh, no.
Yes, they are.

- They are what, madam?
- They're yours. Don't try to deny it.

I shouldn't think of denying it, madam.
Let me introduce the family, at least most of it.

- Seems to me there should be
some more of them around here.
- Heaven help us.

Lillie, how many head of children
have we now, would you say offhand?

Well, the last time I counted them, dear,
there seemed to be an even dozen.

- A dozen?
- I may have missed one or two, but not many.

I'd say twelve
was a pretty fair guess.

- Disgusting. And within 18 miles
of national headquarters too.
- Tsk, tsk, tsk.

- Shall we have some tea?
- Certainly not. Good day.

- Good day, madam.
- [Lillie] Good day.

It looks to me as though
somebody's been pulling my leg!

- How revolting.
- And within 18 miles
of national headquarters too.

- [Laughing Loudly]
- [Children Laugh]

[Anne]
Our summers, we spent at Nantucket...

in a cottage
and two abandoned lighthouses.

Dad had named it "The Shoe"
in honor of Mother...

who, he said, reminded him
of the old woman who lived in one.

Come on, slowpokes.
Last one in is Kaiser Bill.

There you go, young lady.

You boys look out after her.

Come along, Anne, Ernestine.
There's nothing you can do about it.

You know how your father feels
about the primitive life.

- Now, be good, children.
- We will.

You'd think Dad
invented this ocean.

- [Man, Scatting Slow Fox Trot]
##Da, da, da, dee ##
- Andy.

- ####[Ukulele Playing]
- Look. Is that Tom Black?

- # Doo, doo #
- [Woman] # Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo #

# La-da
Da, da, da ##

- It certainly looks like him.
- ####[Scatting Continues]

It is.
He's the lifeguard.

## [All Scatting In Harmony]

Oh, I can't imagine
what he's doing here.

Well, he has to keep in condition
for swimming somewhere, doesn't he?

Oh, yes. But here...
in Nantucket.

- ####[Continues]
- Leave your towels here, children.

Air. Ah! Ho-ho-ho!

- Wonderful air. Ho-ho.
- Oh, now, Frank, please don't overdo it.

- You know what Dr. Burton said.
- That quack? He can't scare me.

My heart's as good
as his any day. Better.

But this water's always cold.
It's a shock.

A good dip in the ocean never hurt anybody.
Hurry up. Get your robe off.

- Let's go, kids.
- Come on, girls.

- The sooner we get this over with, the better.
- You go on ahead, Mother.

- We'll be in in just a few minutes.
- All right. But don't be long.

We won't.

- Why don't we stroll by and speak to him?
- Why should we?

Well, after all, we see him
at school, don't we?

Yes. We see him,
but he doesn't even know I... we exist.

## [All Scatting
Faster Fox Trot]

## [Singing]

- Flaming youth. Heh. Look at them!
- ####[Scatting Resumes]

Hmm. Fine spectacle:

Bobbed hair, rolled stockings,
painted knees.

I don't know what's
coming over girls today.

Don't they know what's going to happen
to them if they go around looking likeJezebels?

- Frank, that word's "Eskimo."
- "Jezebels" I said, and "Jezebels" I mean.

But that's the way
everybody dresses today.

Everybody but Ernestine and me.
Why, we're... we're freaks.

Freaks or not,
you're not going around with bare knees...

for all the boys to ogle...
not while I'm alive.

- Boys don't ogle
when everybody dresses that way.
- Don't tell me what boys ogle.

I was young once myself. And I'd hate to tell
you what would have happened in my day...

if girls had dressed like
some of these girls do today.

- What?
- Never you mind what.

But, Mother, what's wrong
with the way girls dress today?

- Is it a crime to try to look
as attractive as you can?
- That isn't the point, dear.

Men... that is, nice men... don't want to marry
girls who make themselves cheap.

They may run around with them
before they're married...

but when they settle down,
they want someone they can respect.

Well, they certainly respect me.

I'm the most
respected girl I know.

- Why, they respect me so much,
they won't even look at me.
- Me either.

- That's too bad.
- Honestly, Dad, how do you expect us
to ever be popular?

Popular! Popular!

That's all I hear.
That's the magic word, isn't it?

That's what's the matter
with this generation.

Nobody thinks about
being smart or clever.

Huh. No, sir.
They just want to be pop-ular!

- Huh.
- But, Dad, if you'd only be reasonable.

For the last time, no.
I'll not have any fancy women in my family.

If other people want to go to the devil,
that's their business.

But you're not going with them.
Is that clear?

It oughta be.
We've heard it often enough.

Otherwise you'll find yourself right in that
convent... the one with the 12-foot wall.

Mother, what are we gonna do?

Go back and have your swim, dear.
I'll talk to your father.

- Oh, but, Mother, you...
- I know, dear. I understand.

- Now, you girls run along.
- I don't feel like going in, Mother.

- I'll help you with the table.
- All right, dear.

[Fred]
I want it back. You said I could have it.

- [Dan] Give it to me!
- No, you don't.
Come on and catch me, if you want it.

- But it's my turn to play with that ball.
- If you want it, get it.

- Andy, button me, will you, please?
- [Sighs] "Button me."

That's all I hear
from morning till night.

It's, "Andy, button me up,"
or "Andy, unbutton me."

- Aw, you're not mad.
- No, but I'm fed up.

Honestly, won't you ever learn
to button yourself?

You're pretty
when you're mad.

Oh, you little dickens. Go on. Get outta here.
[Claps Hands]

- [Sighs]
- ####[Ukulele And Guitar Playing, Distant]

## [Humming]

# Da, dee-da
Dee-da, dum ##

####[Continues Scatting]

- ## [Stops]
[Gasps]
- [Laughing]

- [Squeals]
- [Laughing]

Look out, convent. Here I come.
And I mean the one with the 12-foot wall.

- What have you done now?
- Nothing. It's what I'm about to do.

And I want you to know
I'm not doing this just for myself.

I'm doing it for you and Martha and Mary
and Lillian and Jane...

'cause I know you'll never be emancipated
until I pave the way.

What are you talking about?
Oh, Anne, you're not.

I've got to, otherwise
we'll all go to our graves old maids...

still wearing cootie garages over our ears
and long drawers.

- Oh, but Dad'll murder you.
- You'll back me up, won't you?

Of course I will.
But who's gonna back Dad up?

Someone's got to
take a stand somewhere...

and I've made up my mind...
I'm going to.

- Oh, but, Anne...
- There!

- [Breathing Heavily]
- Oh, no.

- What is it, Dad?
- Whatcha got?

Now, hold your horses. Keep your shirts on.
You remember I promised you children...

there'd be no formal studying this summer...
no language lessons or schoolbooks.

But I've discovered a way to teach you
the Morse code without studying.

- Oh, Dad, do we have to?
- Not if you don't want to.

But those who don't are gonna be sorry.
Yes, indeedy.

I've painted the code on the bathroom wall...
the one that faces you.

Now, you don't have to make a project
of studying it, but, uh...

- you'll be surprised how much
you'll absorb each day when...
- [Knocking]

- Who's that?
- It's a telegram. I'll get it.

It's all right, Frank. It's probably for me.
I'll go. Hold that.

- Let me see it.
- I will. Just a minute.

- [Lillian] Does it work?
- Of course it works.

- Martha, will you call
Anne and Ernestine, please?
- Yes'm.

[Tapping On Telegraph Key]

- There we are. Thank you, Jed.
- [Tapping Continues, Distant]

- 'Twas no bother. How's the family?
- Oh, couldn't be better.

Good. Glad to see you
back, Mr. Gilbreth.

- Thank you very much.
- Be seeing you.

- Right.
- [Children Chattering, Distant]

[Frank Jr.]
Don't poke it so hard.

Get down, Fred.
You want to break it?

- What is it, dear?
- A cable from Bleneim in Prague.

It seems the management conference program
is filled without me.

- Oh, Frank, really?
- Bleneim says he's still working...

but for me
not to count on it.

He's trying to let me down easy,
but I gather there's a general lack of interest.

I'm sorry, dear. But don't be too disappointed.
There'll be other conferences.

I suppose I was counting on it
too much, Lillie, but...

Well, no use crying
over spilt milk.

- You go ahead with dinner. I'll be right in.
- All right, dear.

[Martha]
Hey, see what you've done?

[Frank Jr.]
It's just a screw. Here, I'll fix it.

You better
before Daddy sees it.

There.
Now it's all right.

- Let me work it.
- Wait a minute!

Leave that alone, now,
children. Sit down.

Come along.

I'll take those,
Mrs. Monahan.

- Where's Anne?
- She's coming up, Mother.

Come along, dear.
We're rea...

Anne,
what have you done?

- Look at yourself.
- Oh, I have looked at myself, Mother.

Please don't ask me to look again.
I don't want to spoil my appetite.

- But your hair. Your beautiful hair.
- What's the matter with her hair?

Take that ridiculous wig off.

- It's not a wig. I've cut my hair.
- You've what?

You can kill me if you want to,
but I've done it.

I think it looks snaky.
Besides, it's more efficient.

- I'll bet she can fix her hair now in 15 seconds.
- Fix what hair?

- She hasn't any hair left to fix.
- Anne, how could you do this to yourself?

Herself? How could she do it
to an Airedale?

Well, I won't have it.
I want it grown back fast.

I'm not gonna grow it back. I don't care
what you say. I'm sick of being a freak!

- Anne, come back here. Anne?
- Let her go, dear.
After all, it isn't such a tragedy.

- All the girls her age
are bobbing their hair now.
- But I distinctly told her...

But you forget. She's growing up.
She's no longer a child.

She has to make some
decisions for herself.

- Nevertheless, I'm not gonna have her
defying me...
- Please, come and have dinner.

I'll talk to her
after we've had time to think this over.

- But, Lillie, if we start letting
the children do as they please...
- Please, dear, for my sake.

Well, all right, Lillie, but...

[Ship Whistle Blows]

[Anne]
By the time vacation was over...

and we were on our way
back to Montclair...

Dad was reconciled.

My bobbed hair had been a bitter pill
for him to swallow...

but like all fathers
from the beginning of time...

he gulped and swallowed it.

## [Scatting]

[Sighs]

## [Continues]

- What's that?
- Oh. Hello, Daddy. Come on in.

You might as well know
the worst. I...

I bought these with my own money
and I'm going to wear them.

Oh, no, you're not. You're gonna
take them back where you got them.

- They embarrass me even to look at them.
- Oh, but, Dad...

Do you mean to tell me this is all
the underwear women put on nowadays?

But they don't show.
Besides, Dad, everybody wears them now.

If you don't believe me,
you can come and see for yourself.

That won't be necessary.

Oh, Daddy, please
be sensible. You...

You don't really mean I have to
take them back? Not really, do you, Dad?

- Do you?
- Well, all right.

- But no silk stockings and high-heeled shoes.
- [Phone Ringing]

I'm not gonna have a lot of doctor bills
because of foot trouble.

Thank you, Dad.
And while we're both in the mood...

you might as well know
it's a little late for that now.

I've been wearing them
ever since we came home from Nantucket.

- Now, Anne...
- [Frank Jr.] Andy! Andy, telephone!

- [Bill] It's a boy calling!
- A boy? Excuse me, Dad!

Come back here.
I'm not saying you can wear those things.

- Better hurry up before he gets away.
- Who do you suppose it is?

- Yeah, who could be calling you?
- [Whispers] Shut up.

Hello.
Oh, hello, Joe.

Fine, thank you.

What? Oh, I'd love to.
You will?

8:00? Oh, that would be
simply wonderful.

Thank you for calling.
Good-bye.

You see, Dad? I told you
if I started dressing like the other girls...

- everything would be all right.
- Who was it, dear?

Joe Scales. He's asked me
to the senior prom Friday night.

- It's the dance of the year.
- Why, how lovely, dear. I'm so glad.

Who's Joe Scales?
Is he nice?

Well, he comes from an awfully nice family,
and he's a cheerleader.

- He's got his own car too.
- Two fine recommendations.
What about a raccoon coat?

- Oh, he'll probably get that next year
when he goes to college.
- Gee!

Come on. I've got to decide
what I'm gonna wear. It's formal.

- Just a minute. Friday night, you say?
- Yes.

Let me see.
Um, yes. That's all right. I can make it.

- You can make what?
- The dance, of course.

You didn't think I was gonna let you go out
by yourself with a cheerleader, did you?

Daddy, you wouldn't spoil everything
by doing a thing like that, would you?

- What'll he think of me?
- That you're a sensible...

well brought-up child
with sensible parents.

Honestly, Dad, don't you trust
your own flesh and blood?

Of course I trust you.
I trust all my daughters.

- It's that cheerleader I don't trust.
- [Sighs] Oh, no.

- Now, make up your mind to it.
Either I go, or you don't.
- [Sighs]

- Well, shall I tell him we'll go
in his car or ours?
- His car?

Ho-ho, I should say not. I haven't seen it,
but I can imagine what it's like.

We'll go in Foolish Carriage.

- [Sighs]
- Come on, Lillie.

Oh, when you and the others
start going out...

I just hope you appreciate
what I've had to suffer for you.

- [Engine Backfires]
- [Tires Skid]

[Brake Sets]

####[Multiple Horns Beeping]

####[Repeats]

- Come on, Joe.
- Okay, baby.

[Engine Backfires]

Is your pop ready?

- Great Caesar's ghost, Lillie,
it's Joe College in the flesh.
- [Chuckling]

- And if he "pops" me once more,
I'll pop him right back.
- Shh, dear.

- I think he's kind of cute, in a vest pocket way.
- Cute? Heh.

He looks like what might happen
if a pygmy married a bob-tailed penguin.

- [Chuckles]
- And look at that car.

Well, don't worry.
You'll be riding in yours, not that contraption.

Thank heavens for small favors.
I'd better bring Foolish Carriage around.

Come on, children.
Come on.

Boy, oh, boy.
You look good enough to eat.

And I'll bet you do. Get it?
[Laughs]

"I'll bet you do... eat"?
[Laughing]

[Chuckles] Wort you come in, Joe?
I'd like you to meet my family.

Sure, baby.
It'll be a pleasure.

- [Door Closes]
- Now, you children behave yourselves.

- Mother, this is Mr. Scales.
- Good evening, Mr. Scales.

- Hiya, Mrs. Gilbreth.
- I'm fine, thank you.

- And these are Anne's brothers and sisters.
- Hiya, gang.

- [Children, Together] Hi.
- This is quite a family.

Yes. Will you excuse me, please,
while I get my wrap?

- Why, sure, baby. On the double quick, huh?
- [Giggles]

- Wort you sit down, Mr. Scales?
- No, thanks. I'd rather stand.
We'll only be a minute.

- Well, just make yourself at home.
- Yeah, sure. Thanks.

- What's new, kids?
- [Together] Nothir.

- Um, did you ever see a William Tell tie?
- [Together] Uh-uh.

You didn't, huh? Well, you pull the bow,
and it hits the apple, get it?

- It hits the apple... the Adam's apple, see?
- [Children, Laughing]

Gee, you're the first cheerleader
we ever saw up close.

- Yeah?
- How about showing us how you do a yell?

- Andy and Ern taught most of'em to us.
- I don't mind if I do.

- Do you know the old Montclair High rah?
- We know that one.

Let's hit it.
Let me get rid of my hat.

- I wanna hear you holler, get me?
- [Boys] Yeah.

- Ready?
- [All] Rah! Rah! Rah, rah, rah!

Rah, rah, Montclair! Rah, rah, Montclair!
Hoo-rah! Hoo-rah!

Oh, you Montclair!
[Cheering, Applauding]

- Psst. Psst.
- [Frank Jr.] Gee, I wish
I could be a cheerleader.

- [Joe] You gotta get elected.
- [Bill] But don't you have to practice?

- [Joe] I don't know. It just comes natural.
- The car won't start.

- What'll I do?
- Go in his car.

Do I look like a chicken
waiting for a place to roost?

He isn't very big.
I don't think anything will happen to Anne.

Maybe if you warn her
to come home early.

I said I was going and I am,
even if it has to be in that insane calliope.

- Daddy, have you metJoe?
- Uh, not yet, I haven't.

All set, huh?
Mighty fancy, I'll say.

- This is my father, Mr. Gilbreth.
- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Gilbreth.

- Good evening, young man.
- I hear you kind of go in
for this time-saving racket.

I manage to make
a fair living.

- I got a few ideas
I'd like to talk to you about sometime.
- That would be a great pleasure.

- We're late. Don't you think we ought to go?
- Let's shake that thing.

- Good night, gang. Good night, Mrs. Gilbreth.
- Good night!

- Good night, Mr. Scales.
Have a good time, dear.
- We will, Mother.

I know it's not
your fault, Lillie...

but things would have been
a whole lot easier...

if you'd taken my advice
and had all boys.

I'm sorry, dear.
I'll try to be more careful with the next dozen.

Boy, is that a car!
I bet you he can do 50 in it.

What's so wonderful about that?
Fifty's not so fast.

- Yeah? Well, I'd like to see you do it, fatty.
- You shut up.

Shh!

- Good night, Mother.
- Good night, dear.

How's about the little old
rumble seat, pops?

You know the old saying, "Two's company."
[Laughs]

I'm well acquainted
with that expression, young man.

- You all right, Dad?
- Dandy.

And now, if you'll be good enough
to keep it down to a dull roar, let's go.

- Right!
- [Engine Revving]

####[Multiple Horns Beeping]

####[Repeats, Distant]

- Special delivery for Mr. Frank Gilbreth.
- I'll sign for it.

- Thank you.
- Good night.

Good night.

- Who's it from?
- It's postmarked "Prague."

- Mother, it's the invitation.
- Oh, I hope so.

- Go on, Mother. Open it.
You know Dad would want you to.
- Yes, go on.

- But I hate to open anyone else's mail.
- Oh, but this is different.

- Yes, I suppose he wouldn't really mind.
- Of course he wouldn't.

Listen.
"Dear Gilbreth...

"the board of directors
of the International Management Conference...

"have voted unanimously
to extend to you an invitation...

to speak at their forthcoming meeting
in Prague."

- Oh, Mother.
- "At the same time, I am reliably informed...

"a similar invitation
will be extended to you...

to address the World Power Conference
in London. Bleneim."

- Gee, and Dad just missed it.
- I wish I could get this to him somehow.

- Couldn't we telephone him?
- There's no telephone in the gym.

- You hop on your bicycle
and run down there and give it to him.
- Okay, Mother. Sure.

That's a good boy.

Wouldn't you give anything
to see Daddy's face when he reads it?

- Yes, dear, anything.
- [Sighs]

- Well, unfortunately, I can't ride a bicycle.
- [Laughs]

## [Dance]

- [Boy] Hiya, Joe. Hi, Anne.
- Hiya, fellas. Here you are, sonny boy.

What held you two up?
Kinda early to start neckir, ain't it?

- Shh. Lxnay. Lxnay.
- Oh, excuse me, sir.

[Girls, Boys]
Hello, Anne. Hi, Anne.

Gee, it's her father.

- What's he doing here?
- Chaperoning Anne. Isn't it a scream?

The way that cookie's looking tonight,
she needs chaperoning.

- [Boy] Hiya, Joe.
- [Boy #2] Hiya, pal.

- Where'd you get the hand-me-downs?
- Easy. Don't bruise the material.

Hey, Joe, who's
the third wheel?

Yeah, you said it.
Third wheel is right.

You see, Dad? Everybody's talking.
I don't know why boys even bother with me.

Well, I know, if you don't,
and that's exactly why I'm here.

- Don't you sort of feel like...
like what they said... a third wheel?
- Yes.

That's what I'm gonna
keep on being.

I might not be able
to whip some of these fullbacks...

but if I see any of them
start taking liberties...

at least I'll be able
to run for help.

All set, baby? Come on.
Let's give it the old hips.

So long, pop.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

"Pop."
[Scoffs]

- Lipstick, honey?
- No, thanks.

Do me a favor, will you, sugar?
Look in my bag and hand me my perfume.

Sure, Debby.
Oh, what a darling bottle.

- Well, go ahead. Help yourself.
- Oh, I don't think I should. I never use perfume.

You don't? Why, I'd simply die
before I'd go out without my perfume on.

Why, I'd feel positively naked.
Go on. Put a little behind your ear.

Well, maybe just a dab won't matter.
Oh, it's wonderful, Debby.

A little old boy I met
in New Haven sent it to me.

You know something? I just got to meet
your daddy. I think he's so cute.

All the girls at school do.
I could just eat him up.

That's nice, but he's kind
of old-fashioned, you know.

Then I'll just adore him,
'cause I'm awfully old-fashioned myself too.

Maybe it's 'cause
I was born in Mississippi.

You got to be old-fashioned
to be born in Mississippi.

But you will be careful, won't you, Debby...
about the perfume and lipstick and everything?

Now, don't you worry, honey. My daddy's
the same way... always carryir on about me.

But I notice he doesn't carry on
when it's someone else's daughter.

- [Anne] Dad?
- Oh, Anne.

Dad, I'd like you to meet one of my
very dearest friends, Deborah Lancaster.

- She's from Mississippi.
- How do you do?

I've just been dying to get somebody
to introduce me, Mr. Gilbreth.

Why, I've been hoping to meet you
ever since you started visiting our school.

Is that so? Well, well.
I'm delighted. Delighted.

So, you're from
Mississippi, are you?

Yes, sir. I'm just a little old fugitive
from a plantation.

- [Chuckles]
- Pardon me.

- Hello, Debby.
- Hello, honey.

- Dad, this is Tom Black.
- How do you do?

- How are you, Mr. Gilbreth?
- I'm very well, thank you, young man.

- At least I was.
- [Chuckles] I'm sorry. How about a dance?

- You mind, Dad?
- Not at all.

- I'm sure this young lady and I
will have a very pleasant time.
- We won't be long.

- Hey, what have you done to yourself?
- Nothing. What do you mean?

You didn't look like this
in Nantucket last summer, baby.

- How would you know what I looked like?
You never even noticed.
- Well, I'm noticing you now...

and I mean.

If you'd rather be out there dancing,
don't let me detain you.

Oh, no, Mr. Gilbreth.
I'd much rather sit this one out with you.

Anne tells me you've just been
revolutionizing industry...

- just saving millions of dollars
in time and things.
- [Sniffs]

- By jingo, that smells good.
- Do you like it?

- A little old boy from New Haven
sent it to me. But I mean,
- ####[Ends]

- What does anybody want
to save all that time for, Mr. Gilbreth?
- [Applause]

- ####[Dance]
- So as to be able to sit here and talk...

to a... [In Southern Accent]
Pretty little lady like you.

Why, I declare. Anne didn't tell me
she had such a gallant daddy...

and so good-looking too.

- I wouldn't go so far as to say that.
- You'd be surprised...

at the things other girls
are saying about you.

Why, they're only hopir you'll come
to all our dances from now on.

Is that so?
Well, if I'd known that...

I'd have started comir sooner.

There just gonna hate me
if they don't get to meet you too. You mind?

Oh, no. No. Of course not.
Bring 'em over. As many as you like.

Oh, thank you, sugar... I mean...
Excuse me, Mr. Gilbreth.

Now, don't you go away, you hear me?
I'll be right back.

- ####[Ends]
- [Applause]

- How about some punch?
- Oh, I'd love some.

- Say, your old man sure is swell.
- Dad's really sweet, but...

Believe me, you've got to hand it to him,
coming here like this just to look after you.

- I tried to get him not to, but...
- I'll get it.

- Excuse me, Mike.
- Sure, Tom.

- ####[Slow Dance]
- Hope you like pineapple.

- I do.
- I mean, where are you gonna
find fathers like yours today?

- Sure bet you're proud of him.
- Proud of him?

If I ever have a daughter,
I'm sure gonna watch after her.

You aren't gonna catch me
letting her run around...

by herself with guys,
you know, trying to act funny.

- You aren't?
- You wouldn't catch me marrying anybody...

whose folks let her
act like that either.

- You wouldn't?
- Oh, a fella likes
to run around with 'em, maybe...

just for a good time
before he gets married, but...

when it comes to settling down,
none of these flappers for me.

- I want a girl I can respect.
- Why, that's funny.
That's what my mother says.

Believe me, baby, she's right.
I've been around, and I know.

Well, of course it does make a girl
feel awfully good...

to know that her parents
care what she does.

Sure makes you stop
and think, all right...

an important man like Mr. Gilbreth
sitting in there all by himself...

not even dancing,
just watching.

- I... I was just about to ask him to dance
when you came over.
- Yeah? Well, come on.

I guess I can spare one dance. But just one,
you understand. The rest are mine.

- What aboutJoe Scales?
- That wet smack?

- After all, he is my date.
What am I gonna do with him?
- Throw him back, baby.

- He's too small to keep anyhow.
- [Laughs]

Look!

- I can't believe it.
- Well, what do you know? Say, not bad, either.

- Come on. Let's dance.
- No, wait a minute.

- I have an idea something
tremendous has happened.
- Yeah? What?

- Oh, you wouldn't understand,
only I guess it's my salvation.
- I don't get it.

- It's too deep for me.
- I'll tell you someday. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me, Dot. May I cut in, please?
- Oh, certainly, Anne.

- I just love dancing with you, Mr. Gilbreth.
- Thank you, young lady.

- Well, I hope you haven't been too lonely, Dad.
- Oh, no. I've managed.

- Funny. I didn't know you could dance.
- Hmm.

There's lots of things
you don't know, young lady.

- Maybe you ought to congratulate me.
- What for?

After all, it isn't every girl
in Montclair High...

whose father can be
the belle of the ball.

I wanted to show friends of yours
they're not the only ones who can dance.

- Your mother and I...
- Okay, Dad. I understand.

Now, let's be honest.
They're not really bad kids, are they?

I suppose they're all right,
after their fashion.

And you're not really gonna tag along with me
every time I go out, are you?

We'll decide that
when I get back.

I won't be able to tag along
while I'm in Europe.

In Europe?
But I thought you werert going to Europe.

Oh, yes.
I'm gonna speak in London as well as Prague.

- When did you find out?
- The invitation just came.

- Your mother sent it over by Frank.
- Oh, Daddy, that's wonderful.

Now, Anne, dear...
Anne, don't get emotional.

If you're gonna toddle with me,
by jingo, let's toddle.

- Okay, Dad. Let's go.
- ####[Drums With Band]

- [Applauding]
- Thank you.

####[Ends]

- Are you sure you have everything, dear?
- I think so.

- Both your speeches?
- Right here in my briefcase.

- How about your pills?
- Enough to last a lifetime.

- You'd better hurry then.
You haven't much time.
- Be right with you.

Anne? Ernestine?
Come along, girls.

- Your father's ready to leave.
- [Anne] We're coming.

- Frank, you'd better take his suitcases.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Mother, why can't we go
to the station with Daddy?
- Yeah, I wanna see the train.

When I get back,
I'll show you lots of trains.

But I don't intend to start off to Europe
wringing wet with tears.

- You know how I feel about good-byes.
- Dad?

- Yes?
- Here's something for you...

- but don't open it till you get on the boat.
- More socks?

Whose idea was it
for me to learn to knit in the first place?

Okay, I plead guilty.
Thank you, dear.

Well, I better get started. Trains don't wait,
you know. Come on, kids. Let's go.

- Come along, children.
- Don't forget to send postcards
from England and Czechoslovakia.

It won't hurt you kids
to write me now and then either.

I don't see why we never get to go
on a boat to Europe.

After all, Dad, they come
cheaper by the dozen.

- Ah, not for Eskimos.
- [Both Laugh]

I'll leave the car
at the garage downtown, Lillie.

This darn carburetor's
acting funny again.

- They'll send it back.
- Yes, dear.

Well, good-bye, dear.

Good-bye, Frank.
Take good care of yourself.

Don't worry about me. And if anything
comes up and you need me, cable me.

I'll take care of the work here.
You just forget it and enjoy yourself.

I will.

Come here, young lady.
[Laughs]

You gonna be a good little girl and eat
your spinach for Daddy while I'm gone?

Make you big and strong.

And that goes
for you too.

- Good-bye, Lillie.
- Good-bye.

- Good-bye, girls.
- Good-bye, Daddy.

- Ernestine.
- Good-bye, Dad.

Anne.
Never mind about you three.

You children behave yourselves.
Do what your mother tells you.

I'll be back in a couple of months.
Good-bye, Mr. Chairman.

I guess I can count on you to keep
the bed warm while I'm gone. Ha, ha, ha.

- [Family Laughing]
- Mighty fine dog.

Good-bye. I'm gonna
miss you so much.

A little more attention to books
and a little less to that swimming champion...

and you'll stand a better chance
of getting into college.

- I'll work on it, Dad.
- That's my girl. Lillie?

- Good-bye, dearest.
- Good-bye, dear.

- Have a good time.
- I'll try.

- [Anne] Bring us some souvenirs, Dad.
- [All Chattering]

[Engine Starts]

- Take good care of your mother
and don't forget to write.
- We will.

- Good-bye!
- Good-bye! Good-bye!

Good-bye!

[Ringing]

Hello? Oh, hello, Dad.
Hey, where are you?

Yes, sir. She's upstairs.

- Oh. Okay, I'll call her. Hey, Mother!
- Yes?

Dad's on the phone. He forgot somethir.
He wants to talk to ya.

- I'll be right down.
- Okay. She's comir, Dad.

Have a good time, now.
Yes, sir. I will. Good-bye.

- He's at the Montclair station.
- Thank you, dear.

- Don't be late for lunch.
- I won't.

Hello, Frank.

Hello? Hello?

Hello, Frank.

- [Clicking]
- Operator.

Operator,
are we still connected?

Well, that's funny.
No one answers.

Hello? Hello?

Frank?

Frank!

- Anne.
- Oh, hello, Mrs. Benson.

- Your mother wants you
to come home, dears, right away.
- What is it? What's happened?

Your father was taken ill at the station.
I'm afraid it's his heart.

- Is it... Is it bad?
- I don't know how bad, dear.

Mrs. Monahan said you were shopping
and asked me to find you.

- Frank's playing ball. Do you know where?
- The school grounds, I guess.

I said I'd pick him up too.
Come on. Let's get in.

You children better go on in.
I'll park in my driveway.

[Bill Whimpering]

How... How is he,
Mrs. Monahan?

Oh, Andy.
Our daddy's dead.

[Crying]

Sit down, children.

I've called you older children together because
I think you ought to know the situation.

There isn't going to be
a great deal of money.

Most of it's had to go back
into your father's business.

I talked by telephone
to your grandmother in California...

and naturally she wants all of us
to move out there and live with her.

If it's a matter of money,
I plan not to go to college anyway. I'll get a job.

- I don't want to go to college either, Mother.
- Wait until I've finished.

There's an alternative, but it hinges
on your being able to take care of yourselves...

and it will involve sacrifices
from all of us.

I want you to make the decision. I can go on
with your father's work, keep the office open...

and that will mean
that we can keep the house.

We'll have to let Mrs. Monahan go,
and live very simply.

- We couldn't letJim Bracken go, could we?
- Oh, he wouldn't go anyway.

No, I think we can manage
with Jim.

And if things work out the way I think they
will, Anne, you can go to college later on too.

- You know your father wanted
all of you to go to college.
- Don't worry about that, Mother.

Do you want to try it? Can you run the house
and look after things until I get back?

- Get back from where, Mother?
- I'm going to Europe.

I'm going to give those speeches
for your father in London and Prague.

We all know how much they meant to him,
and I'm sure that's the way he would want it.

But as I say, the final decision
is up to you.

Oh, Mother, you don't have to ask us.
Why, you know...

we'll do anything
as long as we can stay together.

Thank you, dear.
I knew that's the way you'd feel about it.

Well, since I'm gonna be
planning the meals from now on, I...

I guess I better get started.
[Kisses]

- I'll go over everything with Mrs. Monahan.
- Yes, dear.

And I'll see the house is kept nicely, Mother.
Just the way you like it.

- And I'll help her, Mother.
- We all will.

- Thank you, girls.
- Me too, Mother.

Maybe Bill and I better go down and see
some used car dealers...

about sellir
the automobile, Mother.

You'd better tell them
to bring a tow car.

You know Foolish Carriage
never starts for anyone but Daddy.

- Yeah, and sometimes
it wouldn't even start for him.
- [Chuckles]

I'll do all the errands, Mother, and helpJim.
He's getting pretty old.

That's right.

- Well, son?
- Yes, Mother.

From now on, you'll have to be
the man of the family.

Sure, Mother.
We'll handle things.

And we'll do a good job too.
You wait and see.

[Choking]
Yes, son.

I know you will.

Anyhow, that's one mars opinion.

[Breathes Deeply]

[Kisses]

[Sobs]

[Anne]
Yes, Dad, Gilbreth and Company will go on.

Mother and your even dozen
will see to that.

Mother will go to Europe,
and you'll be proud...

of the way she delivers
those speeches for you.

And she'll go right on,
following in your footsteps...

to become the foremost woman industrial
engineer in the world and, by 1948...

America's Woman of the Year.

But wherever you are,
Dad, somehow I'm sure you know that...

and never doubted it
for a moment.
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