Baby Boom Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 110 min
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nanny experience, but I love kids...
...and I did a lot of baby-sitting
for people back home in Mandrake Falls.
You're hired.
- Elizabeth?
- Yes.
I am leaving for Cleveland now.
I will be back tonight, and tomorrow
we will spend quality time together.
Now, Eve, your new baby-sitter...
...is a very responsible person...
...and I feel very comfortable
leaving you with her.
I gotta go. Eve!
Good girl. Eve, you know
how to do everything, right?
- Don't worry. Everything is under control.
- Don't worry? Worry's my middle name.
- Really?
- Well, no. (stifles laughter with a cough)
- Now, you have my number at the office.
- Got it right here.
Good. And if you take her
to the park I want you to...
I know. "Take the Mace.
This isn't Mandrake Falls."
- Very good. Thank you, Eve.
- You're welcome.
Everybody knows The Food Chain
is one hell of an organisation.
Your managers are effective,
your workers motivated.
According to data, your margins
could be the highest in the industry.
20% growth, equity returns
in the high twenties. So...
...what's the problem? Why isn't The Food
Chain number one in the marketplace?
That's the question keeping me up at
night, then I realised the answer is simple.
- Miss Wiatt?
- Yes.
- Line two is for you.
- Well, I'm...
- They said it was important.
- Well, excuse me.
JC Wiatt.
Eve? Um, Eve, I'm in the middle of a very
important meeting, so what's going on?
(whispers) The nipples?
Did you look in the drawer
to the right of the sink?
Well, why don't you do that? And
make sure they're sterilised, OK?
No, no, no. Eve, don't put her on, please...
Hi, honey. Yes, I hear you. OK, OK.
Itsy-bitsy spider...
Good! Would you put Eve back on?
Eve! Eve, I gotta... I gotta go.
Oh... Oh...
Where was I?
Oh!
- Oh, hi, Miss Wiatt.
- Hi, Eve.
Um, you got a message today.
Uh-huh?
"Congratulations, you got the account."
Well, thank you, Eve.
Uh, what is going on?
Um...
...this is Wayne.
- Dwayne.
And we met in the park today
and he was just leaving.
Go with him.
So, Helga, tell me about yourself.
How's your social life?
Would you say it's active?
I have no outside interests other than my
sister in Wiesbaden, my music and books.
Oh, I see. So you're not
really involved. You have no...
- Never have.
- Oh.
So, Helga, you're gonna do
a three-mile walk every day?
- You sure that's not too much air?
- She will be fine.
Good. I've gotta run.
I've got an eight o'clock appointment.
Bye-bye, darling. Thank you, Helga.
Helga!
Helga! Pardon me, Helga!
Helga! Helga!
Helga, excuse me. I'm really sorry, but
I forgot there's just one very small detail.
Could I have your social security
number for tax reasons?
One, two, six, dash, four, two, dash,
four, two, seven, six.
Great. And your sister's name
in Wiesbaden, in case of emergency.
- And her prison record, if any.
- Excuse me?
Oh, I'm silly.
I mean her address, if you have it.
Dorte von Haupt,
Kungensensgadestrasse 13, Wiesbaden.
"Dauter van Haupt, van Wiesbaden." I'll
just write it phonetically. It doesn't matter.
Oh, jeez, I'm late. I'll get it later.
Oh, bye! Bye-bye, Elizabeth.
Bye-bye. Bye.
(honking and shouting)
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm... Really, I'm quite fine.
I'll see you... this evening!
Charlotte, take my coat, will you, please?
Oh! I gotta hurry, I know. I'm late. OK.
- Meeting's started.
- Thank you.
Oh, sorry! The problems of motherhood.
I had absolutely no idea.
- So, where are we?
- Have you seen that?
(buzzer)
JC, we were just buzzing you.
Come in for a sec.
Sure.
Oh. Hi.
Listen, I have good news.
Oh.
I think after three years under your
tutelage, he's ready, don't you think?
Sure. Absolutely.
Yeah. I want him to be your
first lieutenant on The Food Chain.
Well, he's already been helping me a lot.
Yeah, I want you to really involve him.
Larrabee wants to push up the deadline.
- I'll need you both full time.
- Oh, no. No, no.
- It's... great. I've got plenty for him to do.
- Thank you so much, JC. Really.
Uh, listen, I've got dinner with
Larrabee's people, so I gotta run.
- Again, thanks for this opportunity.
- That's all right.
Yeah, fine, yeah.
- Just congratulations.
- Oh, thank you, really.
Oh.
You were smart
to recruit that kid. He's good.
Yeah, he is great. He is really just great.
Oh, there you are. You forgot your
Teddy Ruxpin. The Puffalump is on order.
- The batteries are in the box.
- Thank you, Charlotte.
(Charlotte) Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.
Good night. Have a good weekend.
Good night.
- Good night, Fritz.
- Good night.
What about a week from Wednesday
for junior symphony?
No, no, no. Nicole has drama
on Wednesdays. Uh-uh.
Ben's got playgroup
and French on Monday...
...Gymboree on Tuesday,
computer readiness on Thursday.
What about Friday,
after violin but before his shrink?
- Perfect.
- Crosby, go play in the sandbox. Here.
- (sighs)
- What is wrong with you? You look awful.
We heard from Dalton.
- Crosby didn't get in.
- (both) Oh, no.
I'm so upset.
Without the right preschool
she can't get the right kindergarten.
Without the right kindergarten, I can
forget any hope of an Ivy League college!
Honey, that is so devastating.
I just don't understand it.
Her rsum was perfect.
Her references were impeccable.
Dennis is gonna kill me.
Excuse me? I heard you
talking about preschools...
...and I was just wondering, what age
do they actually start? I forget.
Well, it depends. Two and a half, three.
Oh, yeah?
Are the good schools hard to get into?
Hard? Are you kidding?
I've had Alexis registered at the
Preschool for Performing Arts since birth.
He's already on the waiting list for Dalton.
- So if we're not on a waiting list by now...
- You can forget about it, honey.
Mom, doesn't the sky look just like
Czanne's Bay of Marseilles?
Gee, it does. Oh, Ben, that is
a terrific observation. Go play, honey.
You... They teach Czanne in preschool?
Well, no. Actually Ben
is a graduate of The Center.
- Oh, that's an idea for you.
- Really? The Center? What is that?
It's a week-long programme that teaches
you how to multiply a child's intelligence.
When we first went there,
By the time we left,
he was reciting The Raven.
What kind of classes
do you have your daughter in now?
Oh...
- None.
- Not even a Mommy & Me?
- No.
- Not Gymboree?
- Not reading readiness?
- Nothing! Child can't even hold a cup.
The other babies are way ahead of her.
I thought I had problems!
(man) Welcome to
The Center for Brighter Babies.
The point here, mums and dads,
is to teach your children the facts of life.
All they see and hear
can be stored and utilised.
Please allow no more than one second
per information card. You may... begin.
( "Everchanging Times")
(mothers in unison)
Republic of Botswana.
President Kennedy.
Door knob.
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