A Date with Judy

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That little city tucked

quietly against the mountains...

...is Santa Barbara, California.

Over 40,000 people live there.

When 40,000 people get together

somewhere, something must be happening.

Let's take a look.

This is Main Street. Only in Santa

Barbara, it's called State Street.

The people here are the same

as people anywhere.

Old people, young people.

For the most part, nice people.

And speaking of nice people,

this is Pop Scully's soda fountain.

Meeting place of the world, Pop calls it.

Everybody loves Pop

and everybody goes there.

That is, everybody except Mr. Pringle.

He's too busy.

He's owner of the local radio station,

sponsor of the community theater...

...president of the bank and he plays golf.

So Mr. Pringle

doesn't get home very often.

Too bad too, it's a beautiful home.

Mr. Foster is a busy man too.

He owns and operates

a fish cannery on the coast.

But he's never too busy

that he can't find time for his family.

Mr. Fosters' home isn't quite as beautiful

as Mr. Pringle's, but he thinks it is.

And he gets home often.

Just around the corner is the high school.

There's always something

going on here...

...especially when Judy Foster

and her friends are around.

Let's go in.

Now, just a minute,

you can't do that to us.

We'd like to come in.

That's better. Thank you very much.

It's a most unusual day

Feel like throwing my worries away

As an old native-born

Californian would say

It's a most unusual day

There's a most unusual sky

Not a sign of a cloud passing by

And if I want to sing

Throw my heart in the ring

It's a most unusual day

There are people meeting people

There is sunshine everywhere

There are people greeting people

And a feeling of spring in the air

It's a most unusual time

I keep feeling my temperature climb

If my heart won't behave

In the usual way

There is only one thing to say

It's a most unusual

Most unusual

Most unusual day

Gee, that was nice, Judy.

Thanks, Oogie. What do you think, Carol?

Well, it's a very cute

little swing number, Judy...

...but frankly, I think it's a bit

juvenile for a senior high school dance.

Judy. Why do you ask her for anyway?

You know my sister

never approves of anything.

Please be quiet. Carol is talking.

Yes, go on, Carol.

Hey, now, wait a minute.

Who's directing this, anyway?

- Carol is, of course.

- Well, naturally.

Women.

Try singing the number slower, Judy.

More seductively.

And a scarf might give you

something to do with your hands.

Like this, follow me.

It's a most

Unusual day

Feel like throwing

My worries away

As an old native-born

Californian would say

It's a most

Unu...

Jo-Jo, that is not the place

for the cymbal crash.

Carol, what does she have to

hang on to a handkerchief for?

- You'd think she had hay fever.

- Don't be rude.

But this is supposed to be

a swing number.

- As I was saying...

- Judy, don't pay any attention to her.

Last week you were Kathryn Grayson.

This week you're Hildegard.

Couldn't you be just

plain Judy Foster for tonight?

If you don't like the way I sing, Oogie,

you can use my understudy, Mitzi.

All right, Judy, have it your own way.

You always do, anyway.

Here, you may as well take this too.

After all, Oogie, someone has to

supervise us or we'd be here all night.

I gotta call Mother.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hurry back, Judy.

The things a man has to put up with.

Yes, Judy, your dress came.

Yes, it's lovely, Judy.

Nightingale is pressing it now.

Well, you better hurry home.

It's almost time for dinner.

All right, dear.

- Feeling better, Melvin?

- Yes, a little bit.

You should see Dr. Lippincott

about some glasses.

Oh, nonsense.

My eyes are just as good now

as the day I met you.

Ooh.

- Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom.

- Hi.

Do you have to sneak

into the house like that, Randolph?

Why don't you blow a siren?

- Your father has a headache.

- Yes, I have a headache.

What he needs is glasses.

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low

Dora, can't you teach her another song?

- She's a very good cook, Melvin.

- Yeah.

Hey, Mom, would you ask Father

if I could have 50 cents?

Dora, will you tell your son

that he may not have 50 cents?

Bad timing, Randolph.

- Hello, Father. Hello, Mother.

- Hi, darling.

Do you have to slam the door

like that, Judy?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Look, I've got an orchid.

- Your father's got a headache.

- What he needs is glasses.

My eyes are just as good

as a 16-year-old boy's.

Well, Jo-Jo Hoffenpepper's only 15

and he can't see a thing.

I'm sure Oogie would be upset

if he saw you wearing his orchid now.

It will be dead before the dance.

That's when you have acid

in your system or something.

I'll never get dinner on, Mrs. Foster,

if you don't get Gramps out of my kitchen.

- Here, take over, Judy.

- All right.

- Father...

- Mm-hm.

...I've been thinking.

No, what now?

Well, Mitzi wears false eyelashes.

Could I wear false eyelashes tonight?

- No, you may not.

- I'll sell you mine for a dime.

Father, you're going to have

to do something about Randolph.

- What do you want us to do, drown him?

- Somebody drowned?

No, Gramps. Not yet, anyway.

- Doorbell's ringing, Dora.

Uh-uh. Telephone.

I'm gonna have

that telephone disconnected.

Oh, Mother, say something to Father.

- Hello, Father.

- Hello, Mother.

The Pringle butler on the wire

for Miss Foster.

He says it's very urgent.

Matter of life or death, no doubt.

Dinner's ready whenever you are.

Why can't we have a butler

like the Pringles do?

Why can't we be civilized?

One more word about the Pringles

or the oxblood nail polish...

...or the long eyelashes and I'm

going to forget that I'm civilized.

- Oh, Father.

- Oh, brother.

Oh, Jameson.

Yes, Jameson? I'll wait.

- Miss Foster on the phone.

- Thank you, Jameson.

Judy, dear,

I thought you'd like to know...

...that Xavier Cugat accepted my

invitation to the dance tonight.

He seemed very pleased when I told him

that he'd be guest of honor.

Oh, now, Judy, as for your dress

for tonight, what are you wearing?

You have a new dress?

It's blue?

Judy, dear, don't you think

your pink would be more appropriate?

Your complexion really calls for pink.

It brings out the freshness

and charm of your youth.

That's fine.

I knew you would agree with me.

Au revoir for now.

Miss, your father called to say

he'll not be home for dinner.

Thank you.

A very smart man.

Ogden, I think it's up to you

to find Father and talk to him.

I don't think he'd remember me.

Tell him it would be a good strategic move

for him to come to the dance.

It'd promote goodwill

with his depositors.

Now, how am I gonna find Father,

eat dinner...

...and pick up Judy

all in time for the dance?

Simple, Ogden, you don't eat.

Don't eat?

Lturbi never eats before a concert.

I'm not Iturbi. I'm Oogie, remember?

And besides, what about Judy?

I gotta pick her up.

Ogden, it's a fundamental law

of human nature...

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