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a little while ago?

No, sir, I didn't.

Folks around here had

better get their ears fixed.

That's all, Mary.

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

? 1 and 2 and 3 and...

1 and 2 and-?

Stop it!

? 1 and 2 and 3 and?

Is that all you know?

Mama! Mama!

Mama. Mama.

It's a good thing

I'm not your mama.

Why, it's enough

to drive a man crazy.

Things better be a little

different around here...

or you're gonna see

the last of me.

And another thing-

You stop telling people...

I made my money

in sanitary engineering.

It was sewers!

Sewers! And don't you forget it!

And, oh...

How much longer

must I stand this?

Now, now, dear. Be calm.

That horrid man.

He's just impossible.

Yes, I know he's trying,

but after all...

we can afford to be patient.

It will pay us in the end.

Any money he leaves us

we'll have earned.

Yes, that's true...

but with my business

in such condition...

we'd better keep on

humoring him.

And, Mama, every time

he sees me, he makes a face.

Never mind, darling.

Well, I must be getting

down to the office.

- Good-bye, dear.

- Good-bye.

Good-bye, darling.

Never you mind, darling.

Don't you let him worry you.

Sit up.

Sit up.

- Ha ha ha!

- Ha ha ha!

Miss Blake's car is ready, sir.

Very good, Meadows.

The royal chariot awaits, madam.

Come on.

Ha ha ha!

Bye, Ray.

I'll see you later.

Bye, honey. Bye.

Hello, Harry.

Hello, Shirley.

Hi, Shirley.

Hi.

Hello there.

Mr. Higgins?

Yes, madam?

See that?

That's mistletoe.

Thank you, madam.

- Mother.

- Yes, darling?

May I help you

with the dishes?

No, honey, but I tell

you what you can do.

Take this down

to the incinerator...

and leave it there.

All right.

Higgins, what's that

on your face?

My face, madam?

Yes.

It appears to be

chocolate, madam.

Look out for the police car!

Here comes the police car!

Everybody, get out of the way!

Everybody, get out of the way!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Why, you poor little thing.

You must have cracked up.

You should be in the hospital.

Hey, that's my doll.

Well, I just found her here.

You can't have her.

You bad old thing.

You ran away from home...

and I'm gonna spank you.

If you give her to me...

I'll take care of her.

I'll wash her face...

and make her some

clothes and everything.

You can't have her!

You wanna know why?

Because I'm gonna kill her.

? Happy, happy, happy days?

? Happy days, happy days?

? Happy days, happy days?

? Happy days, happy-?

Hey, what are you gonna

get for Christmas?

I'm gonna get a doll house

with real furniture...

and a little piano

and a tennis racket...

and a great big doll.

I asked Santy Claus

to bring me a doll.

Santa Claus? Pooh!

There ain't any Santa Claus.

- There is, too.

- There is not!

There is not, because

my psychoanalyst told me.

There ain't any Santa Claus.

There ain't any fairies

or giants or anything like that.

I'll bet you'd feel bad...

if you woke up

tomorrow morning...

and you didn't

have any presents.

Well, I won't.

You want to know why?

'Cause I already peeked

in the closet and saw 'em.

I don't care what you saw.

There is a Santy Claus.

There ain't!

Mr. Smith?

Huh?

There is a Santy Claus, isn't there?

What did she say?

She says there isn't.

Then there is.

You think you're smart, don't you?

Well, I'll show you!

You'll what?

You'll...

Aarrrgh!

Get outta here!

Go on!

Get out of here!

Go on! Get outta here!

Mama! Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Shirley.

Shirley, where are you?

Here I am.

Oh, well, my goodness.

We got rid of her, all right.

Thanks, Mr. Smith.

Oh, that's all right.

I like you.

You're the only one

around here that does.

They don't like me...

and listen,

I don't like them, either.

I made the arrangements...

and everything's

all set for tomorrow.

It's wonderful

of you and the boys...

to give Shirley

her Christmas party.

Oh, we're getting a big kick

out of it ourselves.

She'll be so surprised.

She doesn't expect much, you know.

Now, get her down to the airport...

as early in the morning as you can.

I may not be able

to come with her...

but I'll be down just

as soon as I can get away.

That'll be fine.

Hello, Mr. Merritt.

Merry Christmas.

The same to you.

I'm just after making

myself a cup of tea.

- Will you have one?

- Sure.

Ah, fine.

Hello, Loop.

Hiya, honey.

All ready for Christmas?

I've been ready

for a long time.

Hello, Loop.

Hiya, Thomas.

All ready!

Come on.

Yes, dear, I think Friday

will be all right.

That will be fine.

Very well. We'll make it

definite, then.

Thank you so much

for inviting us.

Good-bye, dear.

This is good cake.

It ought to be.

I whipped it up myself.

How are you,

Mr. Merritt?

The compliments

of the season to you.

Same to you,

Mr. Higgins.

The cup that cheers

but not inebriates.

Ha ha ha!

Wow! That's hot.

- Ha ha ha!

- Ha ha ha!

Higgins.

Yes, madam?

My cousin's arriving

from New York tomorrow...

and I want you to be sure...

that everything

is done just right.

Yes, madam.

- Thomas, you will meet the plane in the morning.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'm very anxious to show her

that we can do things...

exactly as well out here

as they do in the East.

I want perfect meals

and perfect service.

Is that understood?

Yes, ma'am.

- And, Mary...

- Yes, ma'am?

I hope you'll remember

what I told you...

this morning...

about visitors?

Yes, ma'am.

And I don't want to

have to remind you again.

Remember that,

Mrs. Higgins-

Anything else than perfection...

and, ggkktt...

off goes your head.

My head, indeed.

You better look

after your own.

How can you stand working

for people like that?

Oh, I don't mind.

Could be worse.

Well, I guess you know

your own business best.

Now we'll have a little pepper.

Good-bye, Mrs. Higgins.

Ah-choo!

I'll see you tomorrow.

OK, Loop.

Hello, dear.

Mother, I undressed myself.

I put my clothes away-

all folded and everything.

Well, you're mother's

precious little angel...

that's what you are.

No, I'm not,

because angels have wings...

like these.

Those are your daddy's wings.

I know, and he's really

an angel, isn't he?

Yes, darling.

Now, then. Are you all ready

to hang up your stocking?

- Mother.

- Yes, dear?

You know,

I was thinking today...

- about hanging up my stocking...

- Yes?

and I thought maybe...

if Santa brought me

a great big present-

of course, he mightn't-

but then if he did-

Yes, if he did?

Well, you know, my stockings

are awful little.

I know. And you want mother

to lend you one of hers.

Oh, no. I already borrowed

one of Mrs. Higgins'.

Oh, you did?

Ha ha ha!

See? It's a real good, big one.

Santa Claus could get

most anything in that.

Shall we hang it here?

Will it hold everything

without falling down?

I think it will.

Now... say your prayers.

Then mother

will tuck you in...

you'll close your eyes

and go to sleep...

and then-

And then it will

be Christmas.

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