Holiday

- Wait a minute, will you? I'll be right out.

- All right.

The doorbell's ringing.

Yes, I know.

Well, I'm not expecting anybody.

Neither am I.

Come on, open up.

Why, that's Johnny Case.

Open up. Open up or I'll break it down.

- Johnny.

- Hello, Susan.

- How are you? Good to see you.

- Nick.

Get out of Johnny's arms and

let him come in. When did you get back?

Few minutes ago.

I didn't have time to go home.

- Mind if I leave my grips here?

- No.

- You both look fine. So long.

- Wait, we haven't seen you in two weeks.

- You can't run away.

- I've got a date. There's a cab waiting.

- What of it?

- Have some breakfast.

- How was your vacation?

- Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Guess he liked it.

I must go. She's waiting.

I haven't seen her since Wednesday.

- She? Who?

- My wife.

- Nick, did you hear the man?

- The room is going round and round.

She's not exactly my wife yet.

But she's going to be. It's all arranged.

Take it easy, now.

Everything will be all right.

- Lie down right there.

- Wait a minute.

That's it now.

Tell us all about it from the beginning.

- Who is she?

- What's her name?

- Why marry her?

- How'd you meet?

- What does she do?

- Come, boy.

Wait.

It's love, fellows. I've met the girl.

She is...

I can't describe her, but the first thing

you notice are her dimples when she smiles.

- Why didn't you say so in the first place?

- That's going to make her the perfect wife.

I've found her.

I didn't think they came that way anymore.

She's sweet, intelligent,

the perfect playmate.

Listen, you haven't told us anything yet.

We're not letting any wench

snag you without a struggle.

- Who is this girl? What does she do?

- I don't know. What do most girls do?

Don't tell me

you didn't find out anything about her?

Sure. She wants me, the life I want,

the home I want, the fun I want.

- What about her family?

- What about her family?

What about her family?

- Didn't you find out anything about them?

- No.

Sure, I did. She's got a brother,

a sister and a father.

Now is that good enough?

Come on, Nick, really, I've got to go.

Come on, fellow, up.

Thanks. I'll be late. Where's my hat?

- Well, what do you make of it?

- I can see the whole thing.

Father, too old to work.

Brother, a pool shark.

Sister can't keep a job

on account of she's too pretty.

Poor little Dimples has to work her fingers

to the bone to support them.

Wouldn't that be marvellous?

Johnny Case comes into her life

and takes her away.

- Here's your hat. I give up.

- Thanks.

'Bye, Susan. 'Bye, Nick. I'll drop in later

and tell you all about her.

- Johnny?

- What?

Listen, when you find yourself with a family

to support and things get tough...

Teaching at the university

doesn't pay me very much, but...

That's sweet, but when things get tough,

when I feel a worry coming on...

...you know what I do.

There. And then the worries are over.

Good-bye, you comics.

Good luck, Johnny.

- What's this?

- You said 843, didn't you?

Yeah, but...

I guess she must work here.

Thanks, bud.

It's the ice-cream man.

Excuse me.

Does a Miss Julia Seton live here?

Miss Seton gave me this address.

My name is Case, John Case.

Miss Julia is expecting you, Mr. Case.

Then she does live here?

I beg your pardon,

but it's the usual custom...

...for Miss Julia's callers

to arrive at the front door.

I'm sorry.

- Lf you'll come this way, Mr. Case.

- Thanks.

Excuse me.

Judas!

I beg your pardon?

I just said, "Judas."

It didn't mean anything.

If you'll leave your hat and coat here, sir.

Thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Ned.

Your father has just left for church.

He said he couldn't wait for you.

- Did I get home all right last night?

- Everything is perfectly all right, sir.

- How did I get this bump on my forehead?

- You slipped in your bathroom.

I'll want a drink in my room

as soon as I get home from church.

Yes, sir.

Say, this...

What do people...

If you'll come this way, sir.

If you'll wait in the living room, sir.

The second button.

I shall notify Miss Julia that you are here.

I could have walked that.

Johnny.

Johnny.

Darling.

Darling.

- Hello, sweet.

- Hello.

Johnny, mind your manners.

- Darling, where are we?

- Where I live.

You promised to change that tie.

That hair.

Julia, seriously, what is all this?

I told you, where I live.

I wrote it down

on the back of an envelope for you.

But it's enormous. I'm overcome.

It's the Grand Central Station.

Bad echo.

Stop criticizing this house

or I'll send for the bouncer.

- Stop. Now I'm off to church.

- Wait.

Do you want to know what happened?

- I went to the kitchen door to ask for you.

- You didn't.

I figured you were a secretary

or an old lady's companion.

- You sure you aren't?

- Cross my heart.

- What's that silly thing? Look at that.

- Stop it, Johnny.

You must all be so rich.

Well, we aren't exactly poor.

You should have told me, you really should.

- Would it have made any difference?

- Certainly.

I'd have asked you to marry me

in two days instead of ten.

- Aren't you funny?

- Funny, why?

Well, to talk about it.

- Money? Why, is it so sacred?

- No, of course not.

I'm simply delighted. That's all.

If I suddenly discovered

you could play piano, I'd be delighted.

Having money

is like knowing how to play the piano?

Well, they're both

very pleasant accomplishments for a girl.

Don't worry, if I'm stuck with a rich girl

I'll grit my teeth and make the best of it.

- But you're going to make millions yourself.

- But, no, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

- No.

- Yes.

- No, not Mr. Case's little boy.

I'm a plain man of the people.

I began life with these two bare hands.

So did the gentleman over the fireplace.

Take heart from Grandfather.

- Don't tell me you're one of those Setons?

- Yes, Johnny. Forgive us, but we are.

This is too much.

What man has done, man can do,

or words to that effect.

Now see here, if you think I'm going to be

any young wizard of finance, you're...

Cheer up, it's not at all that serious.

If you don't think breaking the news

of this engagement to Father is serious...

- You said you were going to church?

- I am. That's why I'm clever.

Because Father's in church

and in church Father can't talk.

- Are you that afraid of him?

- No. But this is the best way.

You know, Father is a wonderful man,

but he has to be handled just right.

You leave that to me.

Your job is to drop me off at church

and be back before 1:00 for lunch...

...and don't be late.

His first impression of you

is terribly important.

What if I crawled in on my hands

and knees? Would he like that?

Now don't jest, boy.

Now, come on, darling.

Let's not let the fun get out of it.

- Is it likely to?

- No, but...

Say it.

Well, what's the idea of spilling it

so quickly?

Well, I have to tell Father.

He'd never forgive me.

Yeah, but it could be

such a swell guilty secret for a while.

I can't see what particular fun

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