"Subtitles:" "Luís Filipe Bernardes" "Andrew!" "Andrew Hardy!" "If you're not down to breakfast in 1 minute, I'll come up and get you." "I've been taught never to come to breakfast before doing my morning ablutions." "You know, Mrs. Hardy, cleanliness is close to godliness." "Milly!" "Milly, come down here, will you?" "Hurry!" "Coming, Emily." " Why Emily, dear, what's the matter?" " Milly, I think I'm going insane." "Oh, nonsense." "Now what is it, what's wrong?" "Well, there you are." "Recipe for a chocolate pudding." "Read that." "Remove the mixture from the icebox, add four eggs and..." "Continued on next page, column two." "Pour it down the sink." " Pour it down the sink?" " Add four eggs and pour it down the sink." "Now, am I insane or not?" "Oh, somebody's cut out a picture or something." "And we've been reading 'How to clean clogged drain pipes.'" "Well, I thought that was a silly way to make a chocolate pudding." "There's something very funny going on around this house." "Only this morning I found two pages cut out of the Home Fashion Guide." "I'm trying to finish this dress without the pattern." "Maybe some pictures of flowers on the other side and Andy cut them out." "What's happened to that boy?" "I've called him twice." "Andrew Hardy, for the third time." "I'm practically there, Mom." "Gee, where's the fire?" " Fire?" " The way you expected me to get dressed and downstairs I figured maybe you thought I was a fireman." "Good morning." "Good morning, Aunt Milly." "Good morning, dear." "Oh, Andy, the pins!" "Did you prick yourself?" "I'll get it, Mother." "Andy, how many times have I told you?" "Now sit down and wait till I'm ready." "Not this morning." "I'm botanizing." "I've got to collect 20 specimens of wild flowers." "On Saturday?" "Is Mother's little lamb feeling all right?" "My dear mother, I'm studying Botany." "It's apparent you've never known what it is to commute with nature." "Commune with nature." "Andy, stop eating that donut." "Botanically speaking, this isn't eating." "This is osmosis." "As in plants, so in human beings." "Eating is just osmosis on a larger scale." "Now take Dianthus careophyllus or Rubus idaeus..." "What kind of language is that for a nice boy to use?" "It's all right, Mom, it just means raspberries." "Polly Benedict's father on the phone." "He wants Dad to meet him at orphan's home positively before 1 o'clock." "Oh, dear, and your father's gone fishing." "Calm yourselves, ladies, I'll get the message to the good Judge Hardy while doing my botanizing." "I know his favorite place to fish." "And if you hurry, maybe you can find him before he catches anything." "Then we won't have to have fish for dinner." " All right, Mom." " Let's see your Botany specimens maybe I can help you classify them." "Marian, Marian, would you have me cheat?" "Why, do you know that it's dishonorable for a student to accept help?" "Andy!" "Andy!" "Oh, that boy!" "Now he's gone without his breakfast." "Don't worry, Mother." "Nature feeds its own." "Don't be silly." "Andy can't eat wild flowers." "Of course, Daphne, there's no chance of me ever meeting you." "But oh, boy." "They can't put you in jail for dreaming." "Well... what are you doing here?" "I was looking for you, Dad." "In the back of a log?" "No, sir." "I'm collecting Botany specimens." "What you want me for?" "Oh, Mr. Benedict wanted you to meet him at the orphanage at one o'clock." "Sounds like trouble." "I hardly got my line wet." "Why don't you fish a little longer and..." "Andy, it's taken me two thirds of a lifetime to learn that when there's trouble ahead there's no use trying to find entertainment in the meantime." "So, come on to the orphanage." "Dad, I've been wanting to talk to you for quite some time now." "Well, I've been around." "Shoot." "You want me to be a success in life, don't you?" "I certainly do." "Well, is it true that all successful men marry sophisticated women, you know women of the world." "I hardly think so." "But it'd help, though, wouldn't it?" "Have a wife that could handle chauffeurs and footmen... and be at home as in a nightclub as well as in a kitchen?" "I see your point." "You know, you're a swell guy, Dad, but I've often wondered how far you'd have gone in this world if you'd have married a woman like Cleopatra." "I don't dare think of it." "What about the nice old-fashioned girls like Polly Benedict?" "I've been going around too steadily with Polly Benedict." "I'm gonna have a little talk with her about it." "I see." "Take the first turn for the orphanage." "Now wait for me." "In the meantime you might cogitate on the fact that Cleopatra brought disgrace, disaster and death to every man who ever fell in love with her." "Death, where is thy sting?" "Well, hello there!" "You're new here, aren't you?" "Please, yes, sir." "My name's Francis, please." "I'm glad to know you, Francis." " Hello, little girl." " I'm a boy, please." "Hm, you talk like a little girl." "How do you ever expect to grow up and be a big he-man?" "Like you?" "Yes, son." "Now look, my boy." "If you go through life the way you're starting, people are always going to be taking your marbles away from you." "Let me give you a little man-to-man advice." "Now..." "The default of the bonds in your trust fund absolves the Cyrus Carvel estate of any further financial responsibility." "Default of bonds?" "Why, Cyrus Carvel left millions." "Yes, and he left a good half million of it to maintain his old home for our orphans." "Sixteen homeless orphans where the founder of Carvel wouldn't want that to happen any more than we do." "As my son Andrew would say, 'They can't do this to us!" "'" "But that letter, Jim." "Those big New York lawyers can't be wrong." "No?" "I drew up the trust fund legal papers myself." "They're absolutely foolproof, I made sure of that." "Are you positive?" "I'll stake my legal reputation on it." "I'm so positive I'll go to New York myself and personally handle Messrs... uh, Dabney, Court and Underwood." "Now what's your name?" "My name's Butch and what do you want to make of it?" "There, that's swell, that's swell." "Now don't forget anything that I told you." "Andy!" "Hello, Polly." "Just run along and play with your little bicycle, my little man." "Your uncle Andrew has a very painful duty to perform." "I'm waiting for my father." "Say, Polly, I'd like to have a little talk with you." "I'd like to have a little talk with you too, Andy." "I don't think we ought to go together so steadily." "What?" "Well, relationships like ours sometimes grow into more serious things." "And a girl of seventeen is always older, and more mature, more sophisticated than a boy of the same age." "Why, you're crazy..." "you're crazy, Polly." " The situation isn't fair to you." " Fair to me?" "Who was it that failed in Geometry the year I got B+?" "And who was it said only last Sunday that the Epistles were the wives of the apostles?" "As Mark Anthony said, 'Et tu, Brute!" "'" "It wasn't Mark Anthony, it was Julius Caesar." "Wouldn't you be happier with somebody who could look up to you?" "Look up to me?" "Oh, my gosh!" "Miss Benedict, there are some girls of 17 that make you seem like a mere child." "A backward child at that." "Good day, Miss Benedict." "Well, I suppose I'll have to see you at the editors' meeting." "But kindly continue to address me as Miss Benedict!" "Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo." "Well, young fellow, do you like it here?" "You said a mouthful, toots!" "The editor-in-Chief of the Carvel High Olympian requests the gentleman associate editor to kindly pay attention!" "Oh, I've got more important things on my mind, Beezy." "Botany, for instance." "Say, Andy, can I borrow your Botany book?" "You cannot!" "He probably has Botany confused with Mother Goose and he won't go to bed without it." "Okay, you rat!" "The meeting will come to order to approve the cover for the next issue." "Oh, here it is." "What?" "Why, Beezy, you're not gonna put Cynthia Potter's picture on the cover and call it the most beautiful girl in the world, are you?" "Well, if she isn't, who is?" "Maybe the most beautiful girl in the world don't even live here in Carver." "Andy, please, I practically promised Cynthia she'd be on the cover." "All in favor of Cynthia's picture." " No!" " No!" "Oh..." "I vote for a cover with the most interesting achievement of the month by a student." "And I don't mean boyish pranks." "I hate to agree with Miss Benedict, but..." " ..." "I vote for the same thing." " Oh, I'm ruined." "Well, meeting's adjourned." "Thanks, Andy, I'll give this back Monday." "Hey, you lay that down, Beezy, that's my property!" "Why, Andy, he doesn't mean any harm." "Hey, look at this!" "Daphne Fowler, Princess Royal of the 400." "Look, Polly, the book's filled with pictures of that dame." "Well, of all the ridiculous little-boy exhibitions." "Andy's got a crush on Daphne Fowler!" "Collecting pictures of a perfectly awful girl that he's never seen." "I have so seen her." "I..." "I met her about two years ago." "The first time I met her even, she liked me more than she ought." "Why, Daphne Fowler goes around with grown men." "She wouldn't even look twice at a small-town schoolboy." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, she was so crazy about me she asked me to come back and have the first dance with her when she made her debut." "Then why don't you go?" "Well, I have been begging my father to let me go to New York." " You could always run away from home." " Sure, you can hop a freight." "Yeah, maybe you do things like that and break your mother's heart." "But I've been brought up better." "Furthermore, I doubt if I could even get away from New York without having to marry her." "But of course he can't possibly get to New York." "Of course it would be great if I could get to New York." "But I suppose we all have our crosses to bear in this unhappy world." "Well, good evening, everybody." "Here it comes." "Here what comes?" "What you've been dying to tell us ever since you got home." "Can't fool me, James Hardy." "I give up." "Well, to make a long story short, we're all going to New York City for a visit." " New York, all of us?" " How wonderful!" "New York?" "But we won't know how to act." "There's always Grandmother's book on etiquette." "New York!" "Yes, I've got to lick a big New York law firm for the orphanage." "How's that sound, Andy?" "Uh... why..." "I can't go to New York." "Well, miracles never cease." " Why?" " Why, I can't go and I won't go." "Here, here, here, wait a minute." "Why do we have to go to New York?" "Why did we have to pick that place?" "Why, in New York vice and corruption forage rampant!" "They'll tell you so in the paper." "New York's a sink of...of.." "well, it's a sink." "I don't want to go, I wouldn't be safe there." "Well, I've got to go to New York." "If the mountain won't come to Mohammed," "Mohammed has to go to the mountain." "What would he want with a mountain anyway?" "You may never have another chance to see New York." "What has New York have that Carvel hasn't?" "Just a lot of tall buildings." "And what do people do when they get in tall buildings?" "They jump out of windows, that's what they do." "I tell you New York is a den of evil." "Well, son, New York is evil in some of its aspects." "But so is every village and city in the world." "But the fact remains, we're leaving for New York." "James, you don't really want me to go." "Why, there's my school, and the expense." "Milly, when I married your sister I said whither thou goest I will go." "And I might also have added 'I'll take your sister too.'" "As regards your school, I've already spoken to your principal." "And what about my school, Dad?" "I'll miss my classes," "I'll get behind, and I won't graduate." "I'll end up a homeless derelict in the gutter" "Aunt Milly is going to give you your lessons every day until we get back." "And I've wired Martha Booth to find accommodations." "Then Andy can have Betsy Booth for a playmate." "She must be 15 now, a nice old-fashioned girl, too" "I think it's wonderful." "Well, dinner's getting cold." "Come on, Andrew, eat your dinner." "A guy's world comes crashing down around his shoulders and you offer him corned beef and cabbage." "Something tells me we have Mr. Andrew Hardy right where we want him." "Hello!" "This is Miss Polly Benedict speaking." "Oh... hello, Miss Benedict." "Yes, I've read the morning papers." "Well, it's not positive that I'm going to New York with the family." "I don't feel so well." "Oh, you'll feel better just as soon as you're on the train speeding to the side of your loved one." "You'll be glad to know that we're printing the story of your flaming romance with Daphne Fowler in the high-school magazine." "You're gonna what?" "But you mustn't print anything about me and Daphne." "It's a secret." "Listen, Hardy, Cynthia Potter ain't ever gonna speak to me again, so you'd better make good with that debutante." "Cause when you get home you'll be the talk of the town." "Talk of the town, huh?" "We just know you're going to send us back a photograph of darling Daphne and you to illustrate the story." "You what?" "You... and Beezy... agreed you're gonna put it on the cover too, huh?" "Yeah... yeah..." "Goodbye." "Andrew, we'll meet you and your father at the station." "Be there early because the engineer may be in a hurry to start." "And don't forget to turn the gas out under the coffee pot when your dad's had his last cup." "Well, did you tend to everything on your mother's list?" "Everything but the kitchen stove." "You better do that now." "I don't want any more coffee." "Now what was it Mother wanted me to do?" "Oh, yes, I know..." "I'm sure that's what Mother wanted me to do." "Andrew!" "Ugh..." "Uuugh..." "For goodness' sake, what's the matter with you?" "Don't worry about me, Dad." "Just go on and catch your train." " Oh, what's wrong?" " I've had a complete nervous breakdown." "One minute I had my health, the next minute I collapsed." " Collapsed?" " I saw purple spots in front of my eyes." "Then everything went black." "I think I've got heart trouble." "I've just read a new treatment for heart trouble." "It consists of grabbing the patient violently by the back of the neck..." "Oh, no, no, no, Dad, please just leave me alone just let me lie here and die peacefully." "Andrew Hardy, if you aren't up on your feet in 3 seconds, I'll..." "Ohh..." "Oh, well, it was worth trying." "You... you come along." "Andrew, I don't want to pry into your secrets, but all this to-do about going to New York has me worried." "Dad, I can't tell you about that." "But maybe if we sat down and talked life over carefully for, say, about half hour or so..." "And carefully miss the train?" "No, Andrew, we're leaving this minute." " Come on." " That's, uh... final?" "That is final." "Well, we'd better get a move on then, Dad, because I set the clock back 10 minutes." "You did..." "You what?" "Come on!" "It's stupendous!" " It's unbelievable." " Even if I see it, I don't believe it." " James." " Hm?" " That building." " What?" "It's on fire!" "Oh, Mother, that's steam escaping." "I guess I'm nervous about fire." "Andrew, are you sure you turned out the gas underneath the coffee pot?" "Mom, don't I always do everything you tell me to?" "James, Martha Booth's husband is a rich man." "Suppose she reserves rooms in some very expensive hotel." "Don't you worry, Mother, I got a telegram on the train this morning from Betsy." "Her mother and father are out of town, but everything's okay." "1057 East 49th." "This is what New York City calls a maisonette." "An apartment remodeled from one floor of an old brownstone residence." "James, I smell coffee." "Of course you smell coffee." "There's a general housework girl here." "Why, it's Betsy Booth!" "Sure, I'm Betsy." "I hope you didn't mind my answering your telegram the way I did." "Oh, hello, Mrs. Hardy!" "Do you like the apartment?" "Isn't it cute?" "The servant girl can't come until tomorrow so I'm making some coffee." "Hello, Andy, gee it's wonderful to see you!" "Will somebody please help me get out of this apron?" "You know, I didn't think you'd get here for half an hour yet." "Oh, Andy, it's so wonderful to see you." "I guess I said that before, though, didn't I?" "You know... well, welcome to New York, everybody." "I'm all out of breath, ain't I..." "aren't I?" "Well, I'm a little out of breath myself, Betsy." "Don't tell me you got this apartment and hired a girl all by yourself." "Uh-huh, I sure did." "There, you see, Andy." "Even in New York a nice girl thinks more about growing up to be a good housewife than dancing the rumble." "Ma, rhumba!" "I smell the coffee burning." "Oh, Andy..." "I brought my own radio over for you to listen to." "You see, Mrs. Hardy, it's only common gratitude, after all, back in Carvel Andy took me to my first grown-up party." "Son, how do you do it?" "Oh, Dad, she doesn't mean anything." "It's..." "Well, it's hero worship, that's all." "Well, my little hero, let's get unpacked." "Mother, I'll bet this will be one of the most exciting times in our lives." "Why, I could lick my weight in wildcats in this town." "Emily, don't tell me you actually brought this book of etiquette." "Why, darling, that's the way people conducted themselves way back in the eighties." "Nice people never change." "James, do you think it's all right for Andy to walk home with Betsy?" " Hm?" " Well, I mean, there are gangsters." "They might take Andy for a ride, or put him on the spot." "Well, Betsy's a New Yorker, so of course she carries a gat." "Oh, of course..." "Oh, my goodness!" "And what I don't know about New York I've been reading in the guide book and I can show you everything." "Like the Statue of Liberty, and Grant's Tomb..." " ..." "Rockefeller Center..." " Kid's stuff." "Yes, I..." "I suppose so." "Even if it is a little hard around Rockefeller Center." "Oh, and here's Saint Patrick's Cathedral." "I was here at a wedding last week." "Aren't weddings wonderful?" "I'll never know." "I expect to live and die a bachelor." "Here's where we live, see?" "Way up on the top floor." "Sure, very interesting for tourists." "Yeah, I suppose so." "Well, gee, Andy, it was swell of you to bring me home." " Oh, nothing at all, Beth." " Won't you come in?" "No, thanks, I've got to be going home, I..." "I've got a desperate problem on my hands..." "It's me against the city of New York and one of us is going to be ruined in the struggle." "Say, maybe it would help you if you used Mother's car and chauffeur while the folks are away." "Say, that would help a lot, thanks." "Only I think that maybe she'd like me to stay right with the car." "You know, to see that it'd be safe." "Well, sure, that's all right..." "I don't mind you riding around with me, providing you don't ask any personal questions." "Oh, I won't." "I'll just snuggle up in the corner." "You won't even know I'm there." "What time shall I bring the car tomorrow?" "What time do New Yorkers usually get up?" "What do you care?" "If there's anybody you want to see, we'll wake them up." "All right, then let's get an early start." "Say about 6:30?" "Oh, well..." "I think there might be just a few people in New York that even we couldn't get up that early." "Why don't we start about nine?" "All right, nine it is." "Goodbye, Beth." "Goodbye, Andy." "Good afternoon, Miss Booth." "Lovely day, isn't it?" "Kid's stuff." "Good afternoon, Miss Booth." "And how are you today?" "I'll never know." "Good afternoon." "There's some mail on the drawing-room table." "Very interesting for tourists." "Good afternoon, Miss." "Will there be anyone for dinner, Miss Booth?" "I expect to live and die a bachelor." "Mom." "Yes, dear?" "If I asked you something very confidential, you wouldn't betray me to your husband, would you?" "My husband?" "Why, my husband's your father." "Yes..." "Oh, I see what you mean." "No, dear, no." "Look, Ma, if you were a stranger in a strange city, and you wanted to meet someone that you'd never met before... how would you go about meeting them?" " Them?" " Say one or two, or just one person." "Well, I'd write them a nice little letter." "Let's look at Grandmother Hardy's book of etiquette." "That's it, Mom." "Saturate me with etiquette." "Of course a letter like this couldn't be sent through the mail." "It would have to be delivered in person." "Gosh, Mom, you must have been reading my mind." "A letter introducing a young man still unknown to fame to a lady of fashion or of distinguished social position." "'Dear Madam, permit me to present to you my friend...'" "'Mr." "John Smith,'" "Who's John Smith?" "It would be you, dear." "Where was I?" "'...to present to you my friend, Mr. Andrew Hardy,' 'a gentleman whose polished manners and irreproachable character,'" "Boy, Mom, that's me all over." "Now, you wait here, Betsy..." "and don't follow me." "No, I'll even keep my eyes shut." " Oh, and don't you look, Prentiss." " No, Miss Betsy." "Is she in?" " She?" " I mean, is Miss Fowler in?" "I have a letter for her." "I'll see that Miss Fowler gets it." "Not this letter." "This has to be delivered personally." "Come in, please." "I'll speak to Mrs. Hacket as soon as she's free and you can give your letter to her." " Who's Mrs. Hacket?" " Miss Fowler's secretary." "I'm afraid you won't be able to see Miss Fowler herself." "Oh..." "Won't you sit down, please?" "Thanks." " Oh, Mrs. Hacket." " Yes, Miss Fowler?" "Telephone the fashion show, say I'm sorry to be late but I'm leaving here immediately." "I'll attend to it, Miss Fowler." "I know, you get paid by the picture, that's why you take so many." "I get paid by the job, Miss Fowler, but my boss wants 20 new poses." "Can we have the head a little more to the left, please?" "Thank you." "Mother." "What is it, young man?" "Oh..." "I have a letter here for Miss Fowler." "It's a very special letter and it has to be delivered in person." "I'll take it, please." "No..." "Well, there's nothing in it that a girl's mother shouldn't read, so I guess it's all right." "What is it, Mother?" "Nothing, my dear." "Come with me, please." " With you?" " This way." "You know, Mrs. Fowler, it's going to be a real pleasure to make your daughter's acquaintance." "Well, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as that, you see... my daughter has a great many demands on her time and energy." "She can't accept all the friendship offered." "And... well, friendships aren't established by letters of introduction." " They aren't?" " No." "You see..." "Friendships come as a result of knowing the same people, liking the same things, having common bonds of mutual interests." "You mean that I couldn't have a mutual interest with your daughter?" "I'm afraid not." "You mean I'm not her social equal?" "Well, let us just say that your paths seem to go in different directions." "Well, you know, me... that is, my family and me... we're very nice people." " Honest we are." " I'm sure of that." "But there are millions of nice people in the world and..." "Well, Daphne can't be friends with all of you." "You see what I mean." "Yes..." "I see." "You mean there's no special reason why I should be friends with your daughter." " That's it." " And an awfully good reason why I shouldn't." "I'm sorry, but, you know, back where I come from... everybody has a mutual interest in everybody else." "Of course." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Oh..." "I..." " I hope I didn't cause you any trouble." " Not at all." " Goodbye." " Goodbye." "Andy..." "Andy, darling, what's the matter?" "I just aged 50 years." "Wh...what happened just now?" "Oh, that's right, I promised I wouldn't ask any questions." "What happened to me is a secret I'll carry to the grave." "Where to, Miss Booth?" "Anywhere." "Anywhere where I can find some peace." "Grant's Tomb, Prentiss." "'Let us have peace.'" "General Grant, you and me both." "Well, let's go on inside." "Maybe the coffins'll cheer you up." "It's a fine world." "Back in Carvel there are people waiting to laugh at my funeral and here in New York they got coffins to cheer me up." "Oh, I'm sorry..." "I only meant that maybe the coffins would make you be glad just to be alive." "Hm... there's something in that." "There's something, but not much." "Isn't it impressive?" "Now don't you feel glad just to be alive?" "I never before really appreciated the advantage of being dead." "Oh, Andy, couldn't you tell me your problem?" "I'm a woman, and maybe I could help." "I can't tell anybody." "Tragedy is gnawing at my vitals but I can't tell anybody." "But you mustn't give up." "Look at Ulysses S. Grant." "He didn't give up when things looked the darkest." "He never had trouble like I got." "All he had on his hands was a Civil War." "Well, then you pretend that all you have is a Civil War." "Andy, can't you tell me what your trouble is?" "Did General Grant talk or did he act?" "Then you won't surrender?" "You'll plan a new campaign?" "Betsy, I shall search out the enemy's weakest point and make use of strategy." "If I'm late for lunch, all the strategy in the world won't help me with my dad." "Come on!" " James!" " Oh, hello, Milly." "Well, how's the big fur coat deal coming along?" "Emily fall for it?" "I've got Emily fooled." "She thinks the coat's for me." "But so far she says they're all too young or too expensive." "You keep at it." "I've wanted her to have a good fur coat all her life." "But don't let on it's for her until we get home." "Oh, I won't." "She'd pop right back to the store and exchange the coat for a new kitchen stove." " Oh, James." " Hm?" "How's your orphanage business working out?" "Wonder if the children are home." "Milly," "I've been twice to the plush-lined offices of Dabney, Court and Underwood but it appears that mighty Mr. Underwood is away on a shooting trip." "No one else around the office seems to know what it's all about or even think it's important." "So I'm going to court and force a little action." " Good." " But don't tell Emily." "She'd only worry." "Hello." "Well, who do you think you are?" "Ulysses S. Hardy." "In the matter of the Cyrus Carvel Estate... versus the Carvel County Orphanage, Inc." " Ready for the Orphanage, Your Honor." " Ready for the Estate." "I'm Underwood." "My office didn't tell me about this until your letter arrived." "Sorry." "Your name is Handy, isn't it?" "No apologies are needed, sir, but the name is Hardy." "Will you explain your petition, sir?" "To force the Cyrus Carvel Estate to resume supporting our orphanage." "If it please the Court, I can save the taxpayers a lot of money." "Obviously you are not aware of this amendment to the original agreement." "1931." "Signed by Harland W. Wyatt." "President of the Carvel County's Orphanage, Inc." "At the worst of the Depression, Wyatt demanded that we switch the United States Securities in the Orphanage Trust Fund to European bonds." "I see." "Recent European developments..." "those bonds are worthless." "Those European bonds defaulted." "The Trust has no further obligation." "This is Mr. Wyatt's legal acceptance of the exchange." "The Cyrus Carvel Estate requests that you dismiss Judge Hardy's petition." "Your Honor, this is a shocking surprise." "May I ask that this matter be continued until Monday?" "Which will give me time to consider my position." "It is so ordered." "And we are happy therefore to bring you the voice  of the glamourous and glowing example of young American girlhood." "She who has been called the number 1 debutante of New York society," "Miss Daphne Fowler." "Thank you, Mr. Franklin." "Ladies and gentlemen, as President of the Dog Lovers Society," "I invite all dog lovers to a benefit we are giving at the Club Sirocco." "The entire receipts of the Club Sirocco will go to our fund for homeless dogs." "I especially want to meet all the people who have with me a mutual interest in the welfare of our little four-footed friends." "Betsy!" " Mr. Andrew Hardy." " Oh, show him in, please." " Good evening, Betsy." " Good evening, Andy." " Did it come?" "Where is it?" " Yes." "It's there in the guestroom." " Don't move, don't look, just wait." " All right." "Betsy, what you're about to behold is something most children are never privileged to see." "# Alone, alone with a sky of romance #" "# Above, alone #" "# Alone on a night that was meant #" "# For love #" "# There must be someone waiting #" "# Who feels the way I do #" "# Whoever you are #" "# Are you, are you?" "#" "# Alone #" "# Alone on this night that we two #" "# Could share #" "# Alone #" "# Alone with the kiss that could make #" "# Me care #" "# And when you come, my promise #" "# To be your very own #" "# Alone #" "# Alone with a heart meant for you #" "I'm ready, Betsy, here I come!" "Oh..." "Ain't I something?" "Andy, you're beautiful!" "But don't you think there might possibly be something wrong with the hat?" "Yeah, I kinda thought it was small too, Betsy, but I didn't know how they were wearing them this season in New York." "But you got a 6 7.8 didn't you?" "Oh, Andy, I got mixed up." "I got a 6 7.8 glove and a 5 1/2 hat." " Oh... what are we gonna do?" "Uh... my Dad's!" "Gee, that certainly was a narrow escape." " New York must be full of midgets." " Here, try this one." "Oh!" "Your father must have a noble head." "Paper!" "We'll stuff it with paper." "We can do it." "Oh, that's my dad's too." "I almost forgot all about a stud." "It certainly does look like the real thing." "Andy, I don't want to ask any questions but..." "I've heard that the Club Sirocco is awfully expensive." "Think nothing of it, my child," "Even if it's the swellest joint in New York they couldn't charge more than a buck for dinner." "Oh, but they charge much more than that, Andy." "Oh, I've got money to burn!" "However, Betsy, there is something you could tell me." " What?" " Well, most likely the food in New York is different than that of Carvel." "So maybe you could tell me how to order a magnificent dinner, huh?" "Oh, I'm afraid I couldn't." "But I heard my dad say once that if you want to go to a strange restaurant, and get the best food just ask the waiter for the specialty of the house." "Specialty of the house, huh?" "Thanks a lot, Betsy, thanks a million." "You've been simply grand." "It's nothing." "You couldn't have done more for me had you been an adult my own age." "Oh, gosh, I don't want to be late." "Where's my coat?" "Andy, are you sure you've got enough money?" " You know, that Club Sirocco..." " Betsy, please don't worry." "Listen, suppose the dinners are $2, suppose the dinners are $3..." "Oh, but Andy..." "Listen, I've got $8 in my bankroll." "With $8 I could buy the Club Sirocco." " Good night." " Good night." "# And when you come I promise #" "# To be your very own #" "# Alone #" "# Alone with a heart meant for you #" "# Alone #" "Your check, sir." "Oh... thanks." "I beg your pardon, sir." "Have you a reservation?" "The name, please." "Well..." "I haven't got a reservation but my name is Hardy." "Which Hardy is that, sir, if you please?" " My father's Judge Hardy." " Oh, Judge, this way, sir." "Uh, I'm in the right place, ain't I?" "This is the Club Sirocco where Miss Daphne Fowler's having her dog lovers party?" "That's right, sir." "This is her table here." "Uh..." "What time do you expect Miss Fowler?" "Not until later." "Your shirt stud, sir." "Oh..." "Will you order now, sir?" "Some hors d'oeuvres, perhaps?" "I'll just take the specialty of the house." "That'll be caviar Romanoff aux tortoni." "I'll have a double order then." "And after this what will monsieur have?" "Just continue, my man, the specialty of the house." "Shall I carve it, sir?" "Yeah, yeah." "Say, waiter, isn't it pretty near time for Miss Fowler to arrive?" "Later, I believe." "For dessert, sir, may I suggest another specialty?" "Your judgement is beyond reproach." "We call this bombe à la Corsican." "Ice cream with a French accent." "You look like a man who needs a dog very badly." "A dog?" "A worthy charity." "I'll buy one." "Each one autographed by Miss Fowler in person." "Miss Fowler!" "Is she here?" "Not until later, I believe." "$20, please." " $20?" " Yes, sir." "Oh, no, thank you, I mean..." "That is, I just noticed that the little dogs they were made of fur and I'm very allergic to fur, no thank you." "Imagine charging $20 for a little 10c dog like that." "At that rate they'd charge you..." "Well..." "Waiter." "Excuse me." "Something else, sir?" "How much is it costing me for this dinner?" "Um... $3.75, $4, $12... in between $35 and $40, sir." "30 or 40?" "Yes, sir." "Anything else, sir?" "Yes..." "You can take me to see the proprietor." "He said he was Judge Hardy's son." "And I don't want to offend anyone connected with a judge." "I don't seem to recall any Judge Hardy in this city." "My father is Judge Hardy of Carvel." "What's Carvel?" "Some little hillbilly town?" "We're not hillbillies." "We wear shoes every day" "Oh, well that's a big help." "And dress suits every night too?" "I..." "I rented this." "Putting on a big front, eh?" "You also told Fred here that you were a friend of Daphne Fowler's." "I did not." "I just asked if she was coming." "I've never exactly met Miss Fowler." "Just an all-around-four-flusher." "You should have seen the way he ordered." "He didn't even glance at the menu." "You could've at least looked at the prices, couldn't you?" "Yes." "But you wanted everybody to think you were a big shot." "Yes, I did." "Well, what are we going to do about this $34.75?" "Well..." "I've got $8 and maybe I could work out the balance by washing dishes, or I could or I could send you $1 a week..." "Please, don't send me to jail, will you?" "You don't want to bring your poor father down in gray hairs to his grave, eh?" "He's pretty gray-haired already." "Well, I know your type." "You're just a small-town sport, not dry behind the years yet." "Because you were king of kids in your own hometown you've got delusions of grandeur." "When I was a boy we used to call your kind 'too big for their britches'." "But I don't think you even rate jail." "I think you need a good spanking." "Fred, put bub in a taxi." "Be sure the driver gets the right address." "Come on, son." " Oh, come in, come in, Betsy." " Good morning." "May I see Andy, please?" "He must have got in pretty late last night." " We were asleep." " Oh, I won't wake him then." "Oh, boy, he must have had a big night last night." "It's time for him to get up." "Andrew." "Andrew!" "Wake up!" "It's Betsy Booth." "Good morning, Betsy." "Good morning, Dad." "Good morning, son." "Gee, you sure look like a gorgeous wreck." "Come in, please." "Tell me all about it." "Andy, what's wrong?" "I don't care to discuss it." "I'm sorry." "I brought back your clothes." "Yeah, I packed the dress suit there..." "I was going to bring it back." "At the present time I don't care to come in contact with my family." "You've been simply wonderful to me, Betsy, but I just don't care to talk about anything now, you know what I mean?" "All right." "Well, I..." "I hope I'll be seeing you when you feel better." "Yeah, sure, I'll call you as as soon as the world is normal again." "Whenever it is." "Oh, my father's shirt stud, it's in here all right, isn't it?" "The stud, yeah... well, Betsy, it was a little loose and I thought that maybe I'd have it fixed before I brought it back." "Oh, fine." "My father's very keen about that stud." "He paid $400 for it." "Bye, Andy." "$400!" "Bye, Judge Hardy." "And don't be worried about Andy and me being mysterious." "What I'm worried about isn't Andy." "Bye." "Or maybe it is." "Some mail for you." "It's from Polly Benedict and F. Bacon Anderson." "F. Bacon Anderson, I presume, is Beezy?" "Bad news?" "Andy, I have problems of my own but but I can help you if I could." " You can't help with this." " Help with what?" "Oh, it's not your fault, Dad, more than it is mine, you being born what you are and and me what I am." "What are you?" "Dad, why couldn't I have had a family who had money, family trees and, you know, that kind of stuff?" "You have a family tree." "You have parents, and grandparents, and great-grandparents like every living soul in the world." " That's not what I mean." " Well, what do you mean?" "Why couldn't we have had class, money, and social position?" "Why couldn't we have been somebodies instead of nobodies?" "Gee, for the first time in my life I've realized  I'm not as good as somebody else." "You do, eh?" "You get your hat and coat..." "and come with me." "What's this place?" "This is the Hall of Fame of New York University." "Dedicated in humble tribute... to mighty men which were of old men of renown." "I brought you here to show you some nobodies that turned out to be somebodies." "I never thought I'd hear you, my own son, ...deny the very soil you walk on." "The soil that was earned for you by the blood and tears of men who said that all men in America should be equal." "Equal." "That's funny." "Well, equal in that they shall all have equal opportunity." "Alexander Hamilton." "Patrick Henry." "Andrew Jackson." "They left you a heritage of freedom and equality." "A heritage you should fight to keep." "Instead of kicking it around, sniveling about class, money and social position." "What's all that talk got to do with the fact that I've got to go back to Carvel and face the worse punishment a guy ever had to take?" "Punishment." "There's a man over there." "Born a poor boy." "He took quite a bit of punishment." "That was fine 100 years ago, when a guy had a chance but..." "Now there's millions of people like us that..." "Well, I don't want to talk about it." "You don't understand and you never will." "Oh..." " You've reached that age, eh?" " What's age got to do with it?" "Back in a little tank-town like Carvel I might be king of the kids but here in New York I'm just a small-town hick with delusions of grandeur and and you're just a country judge that nobody ever heard of." "When a boy's stupid, he's just stupid, that's all." "Come on home." "Reduced to these basic chemical elements, therefore, the human body has a commercial value of about 90c." "I'll sell out cheaper." "Name me 5 of those elements, Andrew." "Calcium, sodium, phosphorus, iron..." "and misery, I guess." "Andrew, have you had a row with your father?" "I thought so." "That's why I suggested your lessons  instead of your going with him to see the Statue of Liberty." "Headache no better, dear?" " The orphanage case?" " Yes." "They got me licked." "And all because Harlan Wyatt lost faith in his own country." "Oh, those poor children." "And I was so sure of coming to New York and showing them a thing or two." "I guess this town's too big for me." "Oh don't, dear, please." "Come on, you two, we can see it beautifully now." "In this city that doesn't appreciate my husband, I don't think much of." "And I wouldn't hesitate to say it to the mayor himself." "Well!" "I'd think that every man, woman and child in America would be grateful to what that stands for." "The flame of liberty." "Flame?" "James, even if our home is just a little house in a little town, there'd be something in the New York papers if it burned down, wouldn't there?" "Mother, is the gas under your coffee pot all that the Statue of Liberty means to you?" "No, James Hardy, it isn't." "It means that... that people can't get together behind somebody else's back and conspire to take away their privileges." "Not bad, Mother, not bad." "Take away their privileges, huh?" "Take away their privileges?" "Why, of course!" " Why didn't I think of that?" " Think of what?" "Mother, you just said, 'Conspire behind their back to take away their privileges." "I believe you've saved the orphanage." "Now listen." "I'm going to hop a plane and fly back to Carvel." "So, Marian, you have Andrew down at the Courthouse Monday morning at 9:30 ...with my briefcase and papers..." "The Cyrus Carvel Estate versus the Carvel County Orphanage Inc." "If it please the court, I'm Judge Hardy's son." "He told me to meet him here at 9:30 and it's past ten..." "He's got to be here soon." "We'll give him every opportunity." "I ask the court to pardon for being late." "There is one essential point of law." "An agreement entered into by two parties for the benefit of the third party." "...cannot be amended without the consent of the third party" "And the third party specifically mentioned in our original agreement is," "I quote..." "'The creation and maintenance of the Carvel Orphan's Home... for the benefit of all homeless orphans of Carvel under the age of 18 years." "I would like to amend my petition to name a new petitioner." "And who is the new petitioner, Judge Hardy?" "Just a minute, just..." "Your Honor, this is the new petitioner." "One of the homeless orphans of Carvel under 18 years of age." "With the Court's permission I should like to question the petitioner." "Francis, did you ever sign... an amendment to the original trust agreement between the Carvel Orphan's Home and the trustees of the estate of Cyrus Carvel?" "No, Your Honor." "No, Your Honor." "It is our contention that Mr. Underwood is therefore obligated to put back the United States securities eliminated by the amendment." "...and to continue payments to the orphanage." "If Your Honor please I don't think that I would care to oppose this new petitioner before a jury of 12 good Americans and truth." "And if Your Honor will consent to a further adjournment," "I am certain that we can work out an arrangement satisfactory to everybody." " So ordered." " How does that strike you, Francis?" "You said a mouthful, toots." "Off the record, I should like to remark that in my opinion Judge Hardy has also said a mouthful." "Certainly nobody in this country wants to see helpless orphans left uncared for." "Most admirable, Judge Hardy." " Thank you, sir." " Next case!" "What about my club for lunch, Judge Hardy?" " I don't want a club." " Well, what do you want, sonny?" "My name's Butch and I want to go back there." " What for?" " I want to watch His Honor in the black nightshirt." "Well, supposing I take Butch home for the day?" "My wife and I haven't had children of ours for 30 years." " Well, think you'd enjoy him for a day?" " I think I would." "And, speaking of children, what's become of your son?" "Forgot all about him." "Well, I think he went on home." "Well, I'll have the youngster home by sundown." " Goodbye, Butch." " Goodbye, toots." "Dad!" "Yes?" "Dad," "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am..." "You showing up that Mr. Underwood." "That's not the real point." "But they say he makes over a million dollars a year." "Did you notice that the court treated me with equal consideration?" "Millions or not." "They did, didn't they?" "And the real point is that I had an opportunity to win." "A small-town judge with no social position had an opportunity equal with the big-city lawyer." "An opportunity guaranteed by the law itself." "The mighty men of old made this that kind of a country." "And that kind of a country, God willing, it always will be." "Dad, you probably won't forgive me." "You shouldn't ever." "I don't deserve to be your son." "What I'm wondering is, do you deserve to be any decent American's son." "Gosh, I don't know what got into me." "I guess I was led astray when I put all my faith into General Grant and he stabbed me in the back." "Yes?" "It all just goes to show you what will happen to a man when he lets love blind him to the principles of democracy." "Love again, Andrew?" "Yeah, love." "I know it doesn't sound very logical starting out with love  and ending up losing a $400... pearl stud." "A $400 pearl?" "Well, I think during this subway ride we'd better have a serious man-to-man talk." " Yes, sir." " But this time start at the beginning, the very beginning." "The beginning was when debutantes started to wear strapless evening gowns." "Well, that'll do as a beginning." "Go on." " Hello, Andy." " Hello, Betsy, come in." "Andy, you didn't call me all day today." " Are you mad at me?" " I'm mad at the world." "I've got more troubles than anybody since Job in the Bible." "I wouldn't be a bit surprised if by tomorrow I got boils too." "Oh, you and trouble just naturally gravitate to each other, don't you?" "If you're worried about losing the pearl stud," "I'm not going to tell anybody about your wearing it." "How did you know I lost it?" "You weren't a very good actor, Andy." "Now do you feel better?" "I'm in more trouble than that." "Why, I don't dare go back to Carvel." "I'd be the joke of the town." "The little children would follow me down the street laughing." "Won't you please tell me about it, Andy?" "It can't do any harm." "And besides, sometimes a woman's intuition is better than a man's brains." "Betsy, back home I got a crush on a girl that lives here in New York." "Oh, that's bad." "That's nothing." "I kind of boasted around to some people in Carvel that she liked me." "Doesn't she?" "I never even met her." "And then I got double-crossed." "I got double-crossed right in the bosom of my own family." "My father makes me come to New York." "I..." "I don't get it." "I've got to get a picture of her and take it back home to prove that she's crazy about me or maybe I can bury myself on a South Sea island." "I suppose she's awful pretty." "Yeah, I guess so." "But, you know, Betsy, I don't think of her as being a real person anymore." "She's... she's more like a goal." "Do you understand?" "No, I don't, if you've got a crush on her." "But I haven't... anymore." "Honest, Betsy, I haven't." "I've just got to get her blame picture or I'll be ruined." "That's all she means to me now." "Yeah, but maybe if you really met her you'd go crazy about her again." "No, what I've been through has knocked all that out of me." "No..." " What's her name?" " Daphne Fowler." "Daphne Fowler?" "Yes, the number one debutante." "Oh, wonderful!" "Hey, are you nuts?" "Why are some men so dumb?" " Why didn't you tell me this before?" " Tell you what?" "Hello, Stevens?" "This is Miss Booth." "May I please speak to Miss Fowler?" "Thank you." " You know Daphne Fowler?" " Of course I do!" "Hello, Daph?" "Daph, it's Betsy." "Oh, that's swell, Daph." "Listen, I want to bring a friend of mine to your debut Monday night." "Oh, he's a swell guy." "He's an old friend of mine." "Oh, thanks, darling." "Listen, are you gonna wear that new black strapless evening dress you tried on last week?" "Of course, I would." "It's stunning." "All right, darling." "I'll tell you all about my friend later." "Bye-bye." "Well, that's settled." "Out of the mouths of babes!" "She's a real girl." "Without her makeup on she hasn't anymore glamour than I have." " She hasn't?" " Specially when she's not dressed up." "Like on Botany trips." "Daphne Fowler likes Botany?" "Uh-huh." "Only uh she doesn't get much fun out of it because flowers always give her hay fever." "Hay fever, huh?" "See, she's kind of susceptible to it because... she's anemic." "In fact, she's so anemic she has to wear long woolen underwear." "Long woolen underwear?" "Gosh, it makes me feel kind of funny." "I know..." "Whenever I get disillusioned I always get a pain in my stomach." "Is Miss Betsy Booth here?" "They told me at her home she might..." " I'm Betsy Booth." " I'm from the insurance company." "Your butler reported a valuable pearl stud missing." "Oh, well..." "I loaned it to a friend..." "I'll wire him right away in Chicago and have him send it back." "Have your butler let us know when the pearl is returned then we won't have to notify the police." "Police!" "So, that's the whole story, Judge Hardy." "Naturally, I didn't want the kid's dollar a week." "I know you don't, Mr. Carrillo." "You'd be doing me a favor." "Oh, no." "The show was worth the price of admission." "At two dollars a week out of his allowance my son will have reason to remember New York City for a long, long time." "$37.25." "I get the idea." "Can I send some champagne around to your wife?" "Oh, no, thanks." "There is one thing." "Somewhere in his ventures my son lost a very valuable pearl stud." "This one?" "Well." "There she is, Andy." "The Number One Glamour Girl." "Are you sure she doesn't make your heart get jittery?" "No." "Not a jitter." "I'm kind of fed up on glamour." "I'm going back to the nice old-fashioned girls." "You know, the girls who can look up to a man." "Hello, Daph!" "Hello, Betsy, how are you?" "Oh, you're a knockout on that strapless number." "I'm freezing in it, you know." " This is Mr. Hardy." " Yes..." "May I present Mr. Andrew Hardy, one of nature's noblemen." "I'm most happy to make your acquaintance, Miss Fowler." "Please, Mr. Hardy, from one dog lover to another." "Mother, do you remember Mr. Andrew Hardy?" " How do you do?" "I'm glad you came." " Yeah, me too." "Shall we go in, Andy?" "See you later, Daph." "Andy, Betsy's told me the amazing story of your life." "So restrain yourself until the sixth dance, lover boy." "There's my pet photographer." "Guaranteed not to let your eyes blink." "Here's where we annihilate the unbelievers in Carvel." "Oh, gee, Daph, you're swell." "Remember, the party doesn't get good until after the mob goes home." "Come on." "Come on, Betsy, we're going to get that photograph." "Lead on, Andy." "Betsy, I've been working on Andy, and he's really crazy about you." "But he doesn't know it yet." "Now, when the party simmers down I'll arrange it for you to sing and you turn it on hot." "Oh, listen, I've got a song that if it doesn't wake up Andy Hardy up, he must be made out of concrete." "# I woke up this morning and the sun # # was shining but I didn't see it. #" "# Think I drank my orange juice # # But I don't know #" "# I wouldn't guarantee it #" "# Wore my yellow dress, # # or was it blue, oh, what's the use?" "#" "# I don't remember #" "# Is it Monday, is it Tuesday, # # Is it June or is it still December?" "#" "# Sat beside my window # # watched the couples strolling by #" "# Felt so sorry for myself # # I couldn't even cry #" "# Finally I pulled the shade # # I couldn't stand the gaff #" "# So I sat down # # and wrote my epitaph #" "# I'm nobody's baby #" "# I wonder why #" "# Each night and day I pray #" "# The Lord up above #" "# Please send me down somebody to love #" "# But nobody wants me #" "# I'm blue somehow #" "# Won't someone hear my plea # # And take a chance with me #" "# Because I'm nobody's baby now #" "# Believe me #" "# No, nobody's baby #" "# And I've got to know # # the reason why #" "# Last week I was walking # # down the street #" "# And met a boy and I said #" "# Hey, maybe I was meant for you #" "# But he only tipped his hat # # and shook his head #" "# Kept on walking down the avenue #" "# Oh, nobody wants me #" "# I'm mighty blue somehow #" "# Won't someone hear my plea #" "# And take a little chance with me?" "#" "# Because I'm nobody's baby #" "# I'm blue somehow #" "# Won't someone hear my plea # # And take a chance with me #" "# There's no denying #" "# I'm crying, I'm lonesome #" "# On my ownsome # # I don't mean maybe #" "# I'm nobody's baby #" " One more song." " No, please, it's so late." "One more song, just one more." " Gee, Betsy, you were terrific." " Oh, thanks." " Let's get out of here, huh?" " Sure." "I want to show you something right here in New York that millions of people never see in their whole lifetime." "What?" "A horse." "Come on." "You don't suppose something will happen that'll keep you from going home tomorrow?" "No, we have our tickets." "Are you sure it's all right for you to stay out this late?" "You know, it's getting dawn." "I'd stay out even if it wasn't all right." "Well, I wouldn't let you." "Your mother expects me to take care of you." "It gives me the nicest feeling." "You know, I..." "I wish I wasn't leaving New York." "Oh, we can write to each other." "Yeah." "And every time I get a letter I'll pretend you're sending me gardenias." "Like these." "Oh..." "I'm getting too old for pretending." "I will send you gardenias." "Only not right away on account of that allowance trouble that I told you about." " Are you cold?" " No, I'm not cold." "It's it's just like Indian summer." "You know..." "You know, you've changed a lot since the last time you were in Carvel." " I have?" " Yeah, you're more grown up..." "Gee, I completely almost forgot how swell you were." "Maybe I wasn't as swell when I was in Carvel..." "Or maybe you just didn't notice." "One thing about me hasn't changed though." "No boy has ever kissed me yet." "You know, I was sitting here thinking that I..." "I wanted to..." "I wanted to kiss you..." "Then when I think that I do, then I'm afraid that I don't." "Don't want to?" "Sometimes wanting to and not wanting to is better than wanting to." "I know..." "I knew you were thinking about kissing me." "And I was just as afraid you would as much as I was afraid you wouldn't." "Gosh, this is much too important to be monkeying around with." "I'll remember that too." "Till we can see each other again." "Betsy," "I'll come back someday." "If you mean that maybe you'd better kiss me even if we both don't want to." "Someday." "Betsy, hey..." "Don't cry." "I know why you're crying." "You're crying because..." "Because I kissed you." "It isn't that glamourous to cry." "It's funny." "When a girl cries because you like her... why, even when her nose is shiny she's glamourous." "Oh, boy, that's what I call glamour." "I'll bet you..." "I'll bet your Polly Benedict couldn't be glamourous with a shiny nose." "Polly Benedict?" "Just you wait until I get back to Carvel." "New York is wonderful, but it's always good to get home." "Excuse me, everybody." "I've got to fix my hair." "Excuse me, too, I've got a couple of predatory insects to destroy." "Save me a trip, will you, son?" "Drop Francis off at the orphanage." "Oh, Dad, I'm too big to be carting around babies." "Too big for your britches?" "I'm sorry." "Gosh, bub, what a lot of grief you're gonna go through before you're my age." "James, I smell coffee." "Now, now, Mother, that's..." "Wasn't I silly to worry?" "I just remembered what I told Andy was to cancel the milk." "Don't worry about the milk." "I personally told the milkman not to leave any." "Hello, Polly?" "Have you seen your advanced copy of the Olympian?" "No, I haven't yet." "But it's here." "I'll look at it right away." "Hold the wire." "I saw it!" "I..." "I..." "But how could it ever have happened?" "What are we going to do?" "Listen, I'll meet you at the school right away." "Of course Andy had the cover changed, but how did he dare?" "Oh, Beezy, he did know that girl." "What awful idiots we've been." "Cynthia Potter warned me." "Andy kissed her the first time he took her out." "I should have known better than to trifle with a man like Andy." "Beezy, maybe he's been secretly married to that Daphne Fowler all the time." "Andy Hardy, whose baby is that?" "I remember you, sister." "You're the little girl that failed in geometry." "It was to protect this innocent babe's future that we went to New York." "What?" "Oh, the orphanage." "Polly, look." "I thought I was dreaming but they're all the same." "Of course, you printed up the story and I supplied you with an exclusive cover." "And it's not faked either." "I trust that the younger generation of this town has learned to respect its elders." "I'm sorry, Andy." "I take back everything I said." "I'll apologize in writing." "Not necessary at all, bub, you're just too big for your britches." "Take Francis back to the orphanage for me." "Yes, sir..." "I mean, yes, Andy." "Come on." "You and me we'll stop at Cynthia Potter's." "She's just crazy about babies." "You said a mouthful, toots." "So Daphne Fowler was in love with you all the time." "Well, there's our picture there." "Society's Number One Glamour Girl trying to coax me for a smile." "Swell girl, Daph." "Sort of a.. adolescent Cleopatra." " Perhaps you are too mature for me." " No doubt, no doubt." "But you know, Polly, when I was in New York I was thinking." "Sophisticated girls, they make you appreciate old-fashioned girls." "You know, the type that starts to cry when you kiss them." "Are... are you engaged to Daphne Fowler?" "Daphne?" "Oh, no." "Just another milestone in my career." "You know, Polly." "You used to be a sweet, unaffected little child." "And I always thought that you kind of looked up to me." "I do, Andy." "I think..." "I think I should cry right now if you were to kiss me." "That's a good idea." "But of course you don't want to go to extremes." "When you kiss a girl, as I was telling Betsy," " Betsy!" " Uh, why, It slipped... it slipped out." "Can I help it if I have irresistible charm?" "That's not charm." "That's polygamy." "But, oh, Andy, how we women love it." " James, it's lovely." " You really like it?" "It's beautiful." "And since you want us to end up in the poor house, I'll keep it..." "James, you're the best husband that ever lived." "Gosh, how one's women do mount up." "Subtitles:" "Luís Filipe Bernardes"