Bringing Up Baby

Good morning, Miss Swallow.

- Why, what's the matter?

- Dr. Huxley is thinking.

Alice, I think this one

must belong in the tail.

Nonsense. You tried it in the tail yesterday

and it didn't fit.

Yes, that's right. I did, didn't I?

David, it's a telegram for you from Utah.

It's from the expedition.

The expedition! Open it. I'll be right down.

David, they found it! They found it, David!

Not the intercostal clavicle?

It's on its way. It'll be here tomorrow.

Just think of it, Professor.

The very last bone we needed

to complete the brontosaurus.

The intercostal clavicle is arriving

tomorrow after four years' hard work.

- Congratulations, my boy.

- Isn't it great? I can hardly believe it!

Stop it. Really, David, there's a time

and place for everything.

What will Prof. LaTouche think?

After all, you're getting married tomorrow.

- Yes, I know we are...

- Right, we're getting married tomorrow.

Isn't that odd? Two important things

happening on the same day.

I think the occasion calls for a celebration.

Don't worry, we'll celebrate.

We're going away

directly after we're married.

Going away? What are you thinking of,

David? After receiving this telegram?

As soon as we're married,

we're coming directly back here...

- and you're going on with your work.

- Alice.

Now, once and for all, David,

nothing must interfere with your work.

Our marriage must entail

no domestic entanglements of any kind.

- You mean...

- I mean of any kind, David.

Alice, I was sort of hoping...

You mean children, all that sort of thing?

Exactly. This will be our child.

Yes, David, I see our marriage

purely as a dedication to your work.

Alice, everybody has to have

a honeymoon and...

We haven't time.

You have an appointment this afternoon.

- Have I? What for?

- To play golf with Mr. Peabody.

What Peabody?

The Alexander Peabody

who represents Mrs. Carleton Random.

Now let me think.

Who may donate $1 million

to the museum to complete all this.

Oh, sure! That Mr. Peabody.

$1 million.

That's pretty white of Mr. Peabody.

You haven't got it yet.

Let me remind you that a lot depends

on the impression you make on him.

Don't worry. After I've received this,

I feel good for anything.

I'll wow him, I'll knock him for a loop.

David, no slang.

Remember who and what you are.

- That's right.

- Go on. You mustn't keep him waiting.

- Goodbye, Alice. I mean, Professor.

- Don't forget your golf clubs.

Remember, let Mr. Peabody win.

Yes, Alice. I will.

Oh, dear. Excuse me.

I can't tell you, Mr. Peabody...

how much this endowment

would mean to the museum...

and to me personally.

If you could just give me

some assurance...

If you could give me some assurance

that you'd...

consider us first before you donate that

million to anyone else, I'd appreciate it.

Dr. Huxley, you seem to be

under some misapprehension.

I haven't got $1 million.

I represent the possible donor,

Mrs. Carleton Random...

whose legal advisor I happen to be.

Yes, of course. I forgot.

Mr. Peabody, then I wonder...

if you could use your influence

with Mrs. Random, that would be nice.

Dr. Huxley, when I play golf,

I only talk golf...

- and then only between shots.

- Yes, of course. I'm sorry.

Couldn't we continue this discussion

over a whisky and soda after our game?

Yes, we could.

Meantime, I believe you hooked your ball.

Yes, I did.

I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Peabody.

Yes. All right.

Look! You can't...

That's my ball. Just a minute!

Here's hoping.

I say, just a minute. I beg your pardon.

Oh, dear.

- You shouldn't do that, you know.

- What shouldn't I do?

Talk while someone's shooting.

Anyway, I forgive you

because I got a good shot.

- You don't understand.

- It's right next to the pin.

That has nothing to do with it.

- You playing through?

- I've just teed off.

You must be a stranger here.

You should be over there.

This is the 18th fairway and I'm on

the green. If I sink this, I'll beat my record.

Be there in a minute!

What kind of ball are you playing?

- PGA.

- I'm playing a CrowFlight.

I like a PGA better.

I'm trying to prove

that you're playing my ball.

A PGA has two black dots,

and a CrowFlight has a circle.

I'm not superstitious.

- That has nothing to do with it.

- Stop talking and take out the pin.

Oh, my, this is so silly.

See? It's a circle.

Of course. Do you think

it would roll if it were square?

I have reference to a mark on the ball.

That proves it's a CrowFlight. That's mine.

What does it matter?

It's only a game, anyway.

Young lady, you don't seem to realize...

you've placed me

in a very embarrassing position.

Really? I'm sorry.

The most important lawyer in New York

is waiting for me on the first fairway.

Then it's silly of you

to be fooling around on the 18th green.

You don't mind if I take this with me?

Not at all.

Tell the caddy master to put it in my bag

when you're finished.

Huxley, come on!

Yes, I'll be with you in a minute,

Mr. Peabody!

Hey, mister, I think that's your car.

I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Peabody!

What do you think you're doing?

I'm trying to un-park my car.

- Oh, hello.

- This is my car!

Good. Would you mind

moving it out of the way?

- No. This is my car.

- Yes, I understand that.

If you move it back four feet,

I'll be able to get out.

I'm afraid you've made a mistake.

Maybe this is yours. What did you say?

I said if you move it back about four feet,

I'll be able to get out.

I'm in a terrible hurry, and I can't budge.

- You want me to move your car?

- Would you mind terribly?

- Yes, I will, but...

- That would be awfully kind.

- Take it very easy.

- Yes, I'll go slowly.

What are you doing?

I have to get into position.

Please be careful.

I will. Now, you say when.

- Yes, all right.

- Am I clear?

Yes, you're clear now.

- Now look what you've done.

- That's all right. I'm insured.

I don't care whether you're insured or not!

Let me drive this car.

It's all right. It's an old wreck, anyway.

It doesn't matter.

You don't understand. This is my car!

- You mean this is your car?

- Of course.

Your golf ball, your car?

Is there anything in the world

that doesn't belong to you?

Yes, thank heaven. You!

Now, don't lose your temper.

Young lady, I'm not losing my temper.

I'm merely trying to play some golf.

You choose the funniest places.

This is a parking lot.

Will you get out of my car?

- Get off my running board.

- This is my running board!

All right, honey, stay there.

Help me!

Don't think everything

in the world is yours.

This is my car, I'll handle it.

If you want to come with me, go ahead.

I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Peabody!

Good evening, sir.

I'm looking for Mr. Alexander Peabody.

I believe he's dining here.

Mr. Peabody has not arrived yet.

Is that so? Well, I'll just wait.

- Yes, sir.

- Good evening, Louis.

- Good evening, Mr. Brown. Right this way.

- Thank you.

May I check your hat, sir?

- Excuse me?

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