Baby's Day Out
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 99 min
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Boo-boo.
Couldn't we read another book?
We've read this one a hundred times.
Please?
Nanny Gilbertine is so tired of
the Boo-boo book, she could just gag.
Boo-boo.
All right. All right.
"One fine and sunny day,
Baby Boo's nanny Henrietta said
on a wonderful adventure."'
"'You will see the many,
many sights of the Big City."'
"After a lovely breakfast
they walked down the lane to the corner,
where they boarded a big, blue bus."
"They were on their way to the Big City."
"Baby Boo felt very grown-up indeed,
for this was his first trip
away from Mother and Father."
Did I tell you?
- Baby's having his picture taken today.
- Oh. Say hello to old Willy for me.
I've hired Downtown Baby Photographers.
He's photographed Cotwell babies
since the Depression.
Old Willy hasn't had a picture
in the paper in over 20 years.
Everyone we know has had
their baby's picture in the paper.
Baby Bink is almost a year old
and virtually unknown.
I can't count the number of times I've been
asked why we're keeping our baby a secret.
You're right.
The only way to quiet such talk is to have our
small-minded friends open up their papers
and see a photograph of
the prettiest baby in the city.
- Get out! Come on!
- Come on, let's go. I said move it!
Move it!
Off with the fuzzy pink and blue sweaters,
nice and slow.
- Ed, does it matter who wears pink or blue?
- No!
Cotwell... Cotwell... Where is that little...
Dinner with the Westfalls tonight.
Don't forget to do your breathing exercises
Dr Phillips suggested.
- I have a breathing scheduled at 11.
- Bless your soul.
Have a wonderful day.
Bing?
What did you forget?
Oh, my pen! Thank you, Andrews.
What else?
Darling, you know how
I hate games in the morning.
Of course. Goodness, how could I forget?
Don't you get...
Don't you get into any mischief
while Dada's gone. Burble, burble.
Won't it be exciting when he can understand
the wonderful things we say to him?
Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
He can't look too butch,
but he can't look too feminine.
He has to look angelic, like a little prince.
Blue? Won't that look like we're trying to
match his eyes? Won't it be too obvious?
I see lots of babies with
blue eyes and blue outfits.
What kind of babies?
Rich babies? Pretty babies?
- Regular babies? Lmportant babies?
- Regular babies.
Baby Bink is not a regular baby.
Buff, buff, buff, buff, buff.
Oh, but how shiny they're getting.
Now, now. Hold still.
Ready? Very, very handsome. Let me see.
Hello.
Get the gear.
Get the gear.
- He didn't say "Get the gear, Veeko."
- I'm the supervisor. You get it.
You got the blue sweater.
You help me get the gear.
A most pleasant and
charming good day to you, sir.
I am Mr Charlie,
photographer de babe,
entirely at your service.
You were expecting us?
- Thank you.
- Excuse me.
Whoa, look at this place!
Eddie.
We ain't here to nick no bric-a-brac.
We're here for the hit of a lifetime.
You wanna be a shoplifter, go to JC Penney.
You think we can get away with this?
No. I'm here because I've got
a wild curiosity about the electric chair.
Sorry.
What a gorgeous baby.
You must be so proud.
I'm Mrs Cotwell.
I am Mr Charlie.
Shall we begin?
Mr Francis, if you will go to the vehicle
I'm going to be rich.
I want individual photos of Baby Bink.
Baby Bink? What
an absolutely delightful name.
- It's a pet name for Bennington.
- Certainly.
I want individual photos of Baby Bink,
and then a portrait of the two of us.
Whatever you wish, however you wish.
You photographed
the children of many of my friends.
Those pictures are forever appearing
in newspapers and magazines.
It is true.
- His picture's never been published.
- That cannot be.
It's true.
I am sure in the not-so-distant future
this little fellow will be very well known.
I want your very best. I want art.
I want you to set a new standard
for beauty in baby photography.
I so welcome the challenge, madame.
And, to that end, may I ask one small favor?
May I have some time alone with the child?
Oh, I need his complete attention.
The great bond between you and your son,
his love for you, will distract him.
I need to study his marvelous little features,
to learn how best to photograph him.
He does well with persons
he is not intimate with?
Does he?
He's a friendly boy, but he may not like...
Excellent!
Madame, if I might make a suggestion.
Your garment du jour, while
extremely magnificent, is so colorful,
I am afraid it will dominate the photograph
and detract from your natural beauty.
I knew this outfit was wrong.
I'll be back in 15 minutes.
Take all the time you need.
If he gets cranky,
read him his book.
How invaluable.
Thank you.
Mr Andrews, get the winter wardrobe.
- But, madam...
- Hurry, Gilbertine.
There you go.
Take the book.
Bink really deserves this moment
in the spotlight.
It's too bad the baby pictures
don't go on the front page.
- Ma'am?
- Yeah?
We gotta make this fast.
I'm sorry it took so long.
Where's Bink?
Eddie?
You're a smart guy. How do you tell
the front from the back on these diapers?
Are there pockets in the front?
- Very funny. The front and back are the same.
- Then it probably don't make no difference.
Put him in them regular baby clothes. That
fruit suit's a dead giveaway he's a rich kid.
Come on. Good boy.
Ed?
How do I know this milk
won't burn the kid's throat?
If that matters.
Try it on some skin first.
What's the matter with you?
I better let it cool down.
You like that?
Eddie?
Watch the baby.
Very good. Now see if it works the other way.
It works.
Put him in the bedroom.
The more he sleeps, the less attention
he draws from the neighbors.
- And keep an eye on him.
- Here you go, kid.
That little doo-doo machine
is my retirement money.
All right.
Nappy-nap time, little jerk.
Go to sleep real nice
cos Mr Teddy Bear over here,
he's been up all night drinking with
the Barbie dolls and he needs his rest.
All right. Drink your milk.
Take your nap.
Drink your milk! Take your nap!
- Eddie!
- What?
You got any suggestions how you
get these things to eat and sleep?
Sing him a song.
Eddie! What else did Mary's little lamb do?
Didn't he put Humpty Dumpty
back together again?
That was Nat King Cole.
Nat King Cole stuck his finger in the pie
and yanked out the bird.
How can a lamb put a Humpty
together again? He ain't got fingers.
Norby! Knock off the singin'
and read him his storybook.
If you can.
Wanna hear a story?
Let's see here. What do we got here?
"Nanny...
and Baby Boo...
strolled...
through...
the great big...
de...
de...
- department.
...department store."
"How many, many things there were to buy."
Or steal, if I was writin' that book.
Or steal, if I was writin' this book.
Mrs Cotwell? Dale Grissom, FBI.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
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