As Young as You Feel Page #9

- Oh, come on. I made it myself.

- My doctor doesn't allow me to eat cake.

- Oh? Why? You got diabetes?

Well, no.

It's something entirely different.

Oh. [Chuckles]

I'm sorry.

May I shake your hand,

Mr. Cleveland?

I'd like to tell people at the plant

that I shook the hand...

of the president

of Consolidated Motors.

- Not that they'd believe me,

but I'd like to tell 'em anyway.

- That'll do, Joe.

Maybe you'd like a cup

of my special coffee, Mr. President.

Everybody says what good coffee I make,

even though I'm not the cook type.

I was on the stage, you know.

Maybe you saw me.

No, I'm afraid I never had that privilege.

Have you any saccharin?

Saccharin? No.

But we can get you some in just a minute.

Hey, Joseph, run next door

and borrow a cup of saccharin.

Please don't bother.

I'll take it just as it is, only half cream.

No bother at all.

You sure you never saw me?

I was billed as Della Robia,

The Bombshell of Song.

I never went to the theater

when I was a young man.

- And now, Mr. Hodges,

I'd like to hear your story.

- It's a very silly story.

In fact, when I look back on it,

it seems absolutely incredible.

Here you are.

Don't go away.

I'll be back in just a minute.

Going to the Chamber of Commerce

was something I hadn't counted on.

- [Doorbell Buzzes]

- The beer!

- Mr. McKinley!

- I thought I'd find you here.

- Yes, Louis.

- Okay, all right, I love you. Do you hear?

- Now, come on home.

- I beg your pardon.

You keep out of this. This is between me

and my wife. Who are you, anyway?

Harold P. Cleveland, president of...

I've heard all the Cleveland I wanna hear.

It's all right if I never hear that name again.

Now, come on home, will ya?

I apologize for whatever I did.

- I said I apologize!

- All right, Louis. Only don't shout so.

- I'm not shouting!

I just said I apologize!

- Yes, dear, I heard you.

- "Dear"? D-Did you call me "dear"?

- Yes, dear.

We'll, I'll be... [Chuckles]

Hodges, you're fired!

Grandpa!

- Grandpa?

- [Chuckles] I beg your pardon.

[Door Closes]

- Who the devil's car is that?

- Harold P. Cleveland's, president

of Consolidated Motors.

- Harold P. Whose?

- The man you yelled at inside, dear.

[Groans]

- And that is the whole story.

- And quite a story it is.

Pardon me for suggesting it, but I just

happen to have this album laying around.

Only this afternoon I said to myself,

"Della, if the right part..."

Della, there's no time for that now,

after what's just happened.

- After what?

- Dad's been fired, that's what. Fired!

Fired? What, again?

It's all right, Della.

I knew all the time it wouldn't work.

Fired. And after all the trouble

we've gone through.

- Mother, please.

- Okay.

But it's a fine time to tell us, right in front

of the president of Consolidated Motors.

If you've really been fired,

what are you going to do?

I know one thing I won't do, and that's

sit in a park and feed the pigeons.

How would you like

to work with me in New York?

There's a little office next to mine.

We could have it redecorated.

- Oh, Grandpa!

- For goodness' sake, imagine! New York!

- Maybe you could find a little apartment.

- I'm sorry. I couldn't do that.

You know the hackneyed phrase: "New York

may be all right for a visit, but..."

- Maybe you could live in Brooklyn.

- No, Della, not even Brooklyn.

- If it's a question of money...

- No, thank you.

- I make all the money I need right here.

- All the money you need?

You just lost your job, and with the price

of soup bones goin' up...

- I'm sorry, Della.

- You'd have lots of leisure.

I'd only want you around

for advice in public relations matters.

Maybe we could go to

a ball game together occasionally.

Thank you, Mr. Cleveland, but no.

This is my home.

My family's here. We're happy.

That is, as happy as people need to be.

I have my health, I eat what I like,

I drink my coffee without saccharin...

I don't have to make speeches,

unless I want to...

go to board meetings, worry about

stockholders, unions, income taxes.

Come to think of it, why don't

you move out here? You're

young enough to get a good job.

Now, please, Mr. Hodges,

don't tempt me.

Well, I must be running along.

- Good night, everybody.

- Good night, sir.

- Well, don't look at me. He's your father.

- [Door Opens]

I'm sorry you won't come with me,

but I see your point.

Thank you.

As to your job at Acme Printing,

I wouldn't worry about that.

You heard Mr. McKinley fire me.

Mr. McKinley apparently has high blood

pressure. I'll send him a note tomorrow.

No, I'll make it a directive that you're

to have your job as long as you want it.

Well, thank you.

You've been very understanding.

If there's ever anything I can do for you...

If you should ever get an idea

for another good speech...

It would be a pleasure,

Mr. Cleveland, a pleasure indeed.

You're a great man, Mr. Hodges,

a truly great man.

Thank you, Mr. Cleveland.

So are you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

[Sighs]

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