Christmas in Connecticut Page #4

Oh, John, couldn't we

so he won't lose his job?

I know I shall regret this for the rest

of my life, but if it's what you want...

Oh, Johnny, you're a lamb.

Sloan, I take everything back.

I'll never forgot this.

I thank you, and my family thanks you.

Wait a minute. It's no good.

- Why not?

- I can't cook.

- She can't cook.

- She can't cook.

Felix. You'll take him with you.

He'll do anything for you.

- Felix.

- Yes, Mr. Beecham.

Felix, I've great news for you.

May I announce to you the engagement

of our dear Elizabeth to Mr. John Sloan?

- A prince of good fellows.

- Thank you.

Lizka, it's true?

Yes, Felix. I decided quite suddenly.

Congratulate them, Felix. It's colossal.

Colossal?

It's catastrophe.

Oh, Mr. Sloan, a merry Christmas.

The same to you, Miss Lane.

Thank you, Nora.

Merry Christmas to you too.

So he finally talked you into marrying him.

Congratulations, Mr. Sloan.

Thank you.

Has Judge Crothers arrived yet?

No, sir. But he's on his way.

He phoned.

That'll be a dollar even.

There you are. And that's for you.

Well, shall I carry you in, darling?

No, thank you. We're not married yet.

Oh, oh, John, it looks lovely.

Just the way I described it

in the Christmas issue.

I'm glad you like it.

Oh, Nora, this is Felix Bassenak.

- He's going to help you with the cooking.

- Help me? Help me?

We're having two guests.

They'll be arriving later.

- I hope you have their rooms ready.

- Everything's ready, Mr. Sloan.

If you come this way, I'll show you

the kitchen, Mr. Basternook.

Just call me Felix.

I hope you like it here, Felix.

Me? I don't like the country.

Oh, it's real cozy here.

We have a horse and a cow.

I hate horses, and cows

don't like me either.

Where's the kitchen?

Why, darling, you look wonderful.

But won't they think

that outfit's a little ultra...

...for Elizabeth Lane, the housewife?

I'll change before they come.

After all, a girl has to be dressed up

on her wedding day.

Do you really...?

- What's the matter?

- What'll I say to Yardley and the sailor?

- About what?

- The baby.

The one I wrote about. They'll expect

to see him. We forgot about the baby.

You forgot about the baby, you mean.

Come with me.

- But, John...

- lf there's one thing an architect thinks of...

...it's details. I told you

I'd attend to everything.

- But, John...

- Come along.

There's your baby.

Oh, John.

Where did you get it?

Nora looks after him

for a neighbor, Mrs. Wright.

She works in a war plant in the village,

and her husband's in the Army.

The baby stays here

quite late each night.

Hello. You're awfully cute.

Oh, John, this is wonderful.

I was worried.

Didn't I tell you that

all your worries are over?

Yes, I guess they are, all right.

You're very sweet to me, John.

Yes, I always think of details.

I was designing a house

once for plumbing.

Instead of ordinary pipes,

they had to be double-ribbed ones.

It's nothing, I just...

- John, dear,

- Yes, darling.

When you're kissing me,

don't talk about plumbing.

What? Oh, sorry. Of course not.

Well, what shall I talk about?

Well, do you...? Do you have to talk?

You quaint little thing.

Mr. Sloan, Judge Crothers is here.

I put him in the den.

Oh, thanks, Nora. Well, darling.

- Anything wrong, darling?

- No, no, nothing at all.

I think I'll freshen up a bit first.

- Oh, certainly, but don't be too long.

- No, I won't.

John, don't you think we...?

Don't I think what, dear?

Nothing.

Judge.

- How are you?

- Nice to see you.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- Where is the little bride?

- She'll be right down.

- I thought we'd hold the ceremony in here.

- My, my. A lovely room for a wedding.

How about right here by the mantel

for the ceremony?

The mantel. Splendid idea.

Now, suppose you stand right over here,

judge. That's right. Just like that.

Oh, no, Sloan, not there.

I came here to marry you...

...not to be roasted

for your Christmas dinner.

- Catastrophe.

- What do you mean, "catastrophe"?

"Catastrophe" is a word from the Greeks.

It means "not good."

I'll have you understand this is the finest

kitchen in Connecticut, Mr. Basilknocker.

Just call me Felix. But what smells?

That's Irish stew.

Goulash with turnips! Catastrophe.

It isn't goulash. It's good old Irish stew.

Maybe old, but not good,

such goulash.

I tell you, it isn't goulash.

Hold this.

Paprika. That will fix it.

Now it's goulash.

Nora and Felix, we're gonna need you

as witnesses.

Merciful heavens, the wedding, is it?

I better take off me apron.

- How do I look?

- How do you look?

Is it you that's getting married?

I wish.

Here she is, judge.

- Elizabeth, this is Judge Crothers.

- How do you do?

Oh, it's not me. It's her.

- I'm Nora.

- Oh, you're...

I declare. Well, I'm delighted

to meet you, my dear.

John's very lucky

to get such a lovely bride.

Thank you. This is my uncle Felix.

- How are you?

- Not good.

I suppose you'll give the bride away,

Uncle Felix?

Me? I don't give nobody away.

Always, I keep my mouth shut.

Mouth shut, yes.

If you'll kindly step this way, please.

Join hands, please.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered

together in the sight...

Wait, wait a minute. Excuse me, please.

A wedding with no music?

That's impossible.

You're quite right.

I have here a record

of the "Wedding March"...

...especially for the occasion.

Remember, dear? Details?

But, John, couldn't we

have Mozart or...?

No, no, no, darling, no.

The "Wedding March"

is the conventional thing.

Proceed, judge.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered

together...

It's company already!

Oh, it's the sailor.

He's two hours early. What'll we do?

- What's the trouble?

- It's a peculiar situation.

- We'll have to postpone.

- Take him to the other room.

- Not in there. You'll wake up the baby.

- The baby?

Well, it's borrowed. I mean, it's adopted.

Oh, go ahead.

Nora, turn off the music

and don't forget to call me Mrs. Sloan.

What, already?

Quartermaster Jones reporting.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones.

Your mother invited me, Elizabeth Lane.

No, I'm Elizabeth Lane.

It's my pen name. I'm really Mrs. Sloan.

Won't you come it?

Merry Christmas.

This is my uncle Felix.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

I'm sorry, I... I guess I didn't expect...

I mean, I thought you were...

Oh, I brought a present for you.

- That'll be a dollar even, commander.

- Okay.

Gee, thanks. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Well...

l... I guess I pictured you...

Oh, older? Yes, everyone does.

It's lovely, isn't it, Uncle Felix?

Wonderful. Just what you need.

I read in your column...

...where you were trying to buy one

and couldn't...

...so I hope you like it.

Of course I do.

My old man was an expert

with rocking chairs.

He said he used to solve

all his problems in one.

But you have to know how to rock.

- Don't you just rock?

- Oh, no.

- No?

- No.

I'll show you.

Suppose you're tired and worried

about a problem.

Well, then you rock like this.

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