Cheaper by the Dozen Page #9

and it hits the apple, get it?

It hits the apple... the Adam's apple, see?

Gee, you're the first cheerleader

we ever saw up close.

- Yeah?

- How about showing us how you do a yell?

- Andy and Ern taught most of'em to us.

- I don't mind if I do.

- Do you know the old Montclair High rah?

- We know that one.

Let's hit it.

Let me get rid of my hat.

- I wanna hear you holler, get me?

- Yeah.

- Ready?

- Rah! Rah! Rah, rah, rah!

Rah, rah, Montclair! Rah, rah, Montclair!

Hoo-rah! Hoo-rah!

Oh, you Montclair!

- Psst. Psst.

- Gee, I wish

I could be a cheerleader.

- You gotta get elected.

- But don't you have to practice?

- I don't know. It just comes natural.

- The car won't start.

- What'll I do?

- Go in his car.

Do I look like a chicken

waiting for a place to roost?

He isn't very big.

I don't think anything will happen to Anne.

Maybe if you warn her

to come home early.

I said I was going and I am,

even if it has to be in that insane calliope.

- Daddy, have you metJoe?

- Uh, not yet, I haven't.

All set, huh?

Mighty fancy, I'll say.

- This is my father, Mr. Gilbreth.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Gilbreth.

- Good evening, young man.

- I hear you kind of go in

for this time-saving racket.

I manage to make

a fair living.

- I got a few ideas

I'd like to talk to you about sometime.

- That would be a great pleasure.

- We're late. Don't you think we ought to go?

- Let's shake that thing.

- Good night, gang. Good night, Mrs. Gilbreth.

- Good night!

- Good night, Mr. Scales.

Have a good time, dear.

- We will, Mother.

I know it's not

your fault, Lillie...

but things would have been

a whole lot easier...

if you'd taken my advice

and had all boys.

I'm sorry, dear.

I'll try to be more careful with the next dozen.

Boy, is that a car!

I bet you he can do 50 in it.

What's so wonderful about that?

Fifty's not so fast.

- Yeah? Well, I'd like to see you do it, fatty.

- You shut up.

Shh!

- Good night, Mother.

- Good night, dear.

How's about the little old

rumble seat, pops?

You know the old saying, "Two's company."

I'm well acquainted

with that expression, young man.

- You all right, Dad?

- Dandy.

And now, if you'll be good enough

to keep it down to a dull roar, let's go.

Right!

- Special delivery for Mr. Frank Gilbreth.

- I'll sign for it.

- Thank you.

- Good night.

Good night.

- Who's it from?

- It's postmarked "Prague."

- Mother, it's the invitation.

- Oh, I hope so.

- Go on, Mother. Open it.

You know Dad would want you to.

- Yes, go on.

- But I hate to open anyone else's mail.

- Oh, but this is different.

- Yes, I suppose he wouldn't really mind.

- Of course he wouldn't.

Listen.

"Dear Gilbreth...

"the board of directors

of the International Management Conference...

"have voted unanimously

to extend to you an invitation...

to speak at their forthcoming meeting

in Prague."

- Oh, Mother.

- "At the same time, I am reliably informed...

"a similar invitation

will be extended to you...

to address the World Power Conference

in London. Bleneim."

- Gee, and Dad just missed it.

- I wish I could get this to him somehow.

- Couldn't we telephone him?

- There's no telephone in the gym.

- You hop on your bicycle

and run down there and give it to him.

- Okay, Mother. Sure.

That's a good boy.

Wouldn't you give anything

to see Daddy's face when he reads it?

Yes, dear, anything.

Well, unfortunately, I can't ride a bicycle.

- Hiya, Joe. Hi, Anne.

- Hiya, fellas. Here you are, sonny boy.

What held you two up?

Kinda early to start neckir, ain't it?

- Shh. Lxnay. Lxnay.

- Oh, excuse me, sir.

Hello, Anne. Hi, Anne.

Gee, it's her father.

- What's he doing here?

- Chaperoning Anne. Isn't it a scream?

The way that cookie's looking tonight,

she needs chaperoning.

- Hiya, Joe.

- Hiya, pal.

- Where'd you get the hand-me-downs?

- Easy. Don't bruise the material.

Hey, Joe, who's

the third wheel?

Yeah, you said it.

Third wheel is right.

You see, Dad? Everybody's talking.

I don't know why boys even bother with me.

Well, I know, if you don't,

and that's exactly why I'm here.

- Don't you sort of feel like...

like what they said... a third wheel?

- Yes.

That's what I'm gonna

keep on being.

I might not be able

to whip some of these fullbacks...

but if I see any of them

start taking liberties...

at least I'll be able

to run for help.

All set, baby? Come on.

Let's give it the old hips.

So long, pop.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

"Pop."

- Lipstick, honey?

- No, thanks.

Do me a favor, will you, sugar?

Look in my bag and hand me my perfume.

Sure, Debby.

Oh, what a darling bottle.

- Well, go ahead. Help yourself.

- Oh, I don't think I should. I never use perfume.

You don't? Why, I'd simply die

before I'd go out without my perfume on.

Why, I'd feel positively naked.

Go on. Put a little behind your ear.

Well, maybe just a dab won't matter.

Oh, it's wonderful, Debby.

A little old boy I met

in New Haven sent it to me.

You know something? I just got to meet

your daddy. I think he's so cute.

All the girls at school do.

I could just eat him up.

That's nice, but he's kind

of old-fashioned, you know.

Then I'll just adore him,

'cause I'm awfully old-fashioned myself too.

Maybe it's 'cause

I was born in Mississippi.

You got to be old-fashioned

to be born in Mississippi.

But you will be careful, won't you, Debby...

about the perfume and lipstick and everything?

Now, don't you worry, honey. My daddy's

the same way... always carryir on about me.

But I notice he doesn't carry on

when it's someone else's daughter.

- Dad?

- Oh, Anne.

Dad, I'd like you to meet one of my

very dearest friends, Deborah Lancaster.

- She's from Mississippi.

- How do you do?

I've just been dying to get somebody

to introduce me, Mr. Gilbreth.

Why, I've been hoping to meet you

ever since you started visiting our school.

Is that so? Well, well.

I'm delighted. Delighted.

So, you're from

Mississippi, are you?

Yes, sir. I'm just a little old fugitive

from a plantation.

Pardon me.

- Hello, Debby.

- Hello, honey.

- Dad, this is Tom Black.

- How do you do?

- How are you, Mr. Gilbreth?

- I'm very well, thank you, young man.

- At least I was.

- I'm sorry. How about a dance?

- You mind, Dad?

- Not at all.

- I'm sure this young lady and I

will have a very pleasant time.

- We won't be long.

- Hey, what have you done to yourself?

- Nothing. What do you mean?

You didn't look like this

in Nantucket last summer, baby.

- How would you know what I looked like?

You never even noticed.

- Well, I'm noticing you now...

and I mean.

If you'd rather be out there dancing,

don't let me detain you.

Oh, no, Mr. Gilbreth.

I'd much rather sit this one out with you.

Anne tells me you've just been

revolutionizing industry...

just saving millions of dollars

in time and things.

- By jingo, that smells good.

- Do you like it?

A little old boy from New Haven

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