It's a Gift
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1934
- 68 min
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Stop that racket! Give me that letter.
And take those skates off, I told you.
Clattering up and down the stairs
all day. Why, it's from Aunt Matilda.
Haven't heard from her
in months.
"Dear, Amelia. You'll have to
forgive me for not answering sooner. "
Mildred, see if the coffee's perking.
Get some fresh cream.
And take that cat
out of the dining room!
"Uncle Bean has been
in very bad health for weeks."
"We're all afraid
he will never get up again. "
Hey, Ma, if Uncle Bean dies, Pop's gonna buy
an orange ranch out in California, ain't he?
Norman. Well, Pop says
he is, if Uncle Bean dies.
We're all gonna go out to
California to live. Norman, be quiet.
Pop says he knows more about oranges
than most men who raise 'em.
- Your father says a lot of things.
- I wouldn't go to California on a bet.
Because you can't bear to leave
thatJohn Durston guy.
Good-bye, darling,
sweetheart, dear.
You stop teasing her aboutJohn
Durston! Get down out of that chair.
Pop.
Yeah.
- Come on in. I'm only shaving.
Ow.
Pfft!
You want me to cut my
throat, keep that up.
You evidently do.
Hey, Pop, who do you
think's dying? Dying what?
Uncle Bean's dying! Well, you don't
have to spit in my eye, do you?
Do we get to go to California? Get
out of here. Go 'way. Go 'way! Go 'way!
Do we, Pop, huh?
Go 'way.
I've just had a letter from
Aunt Matilda. I told him!
Uncle Bean's sinking.
Who's sinking?
Your Uncle Bean is
sinking. Ohhh, that's awful.
Uncle Bean is sinking. What kind
of tomfoolery are you up to now?
I'm shaving. Why don't
you shave over there?
Because... sh...
Uh, oh, excuse me.
Of all the driveling idiots!
Hurry up and come in to breakfast.
I'll be down
in half a tick.
Beautiful morning, isn't it?
Don't be kicking
Norman's skates around.
I'vejust had them fixed.
Suffering sciatica.
Get up off the floor! Coming,
coming, coming, coming.
Do it again, Pop.
Shut up!
Did you hurt yourself, dear? Shut... No,
no, I didn't. Where's your other skate?
- I got it on.
- Well, go and put that one on!
Norman, I told you
Yeah. Go and take those skates off.
Running around here with roller skates on.
What are you trying
What are you tr...
Oh. Excuse me.
Don't smoke
at the table.
No? Don't throw matches on the floor!
No. Well, the doctors
say he's at death's door.
Who's at death's door?
Your Uncle Bean.
You think they'll be able to
pull him through? Afraid not.
Oh, that's unfortunate.
Hey, Pop.
Do we get to go to California
if they don't pull him through?
Uh, no. No. I should say we do not.
See, we get to go. When Pop said
"no," he shook his head "yes. "
Uh...
Ha-ha, you missed me.
Put that down! What's the matter,
Pop? Don't you love me anymore?
Certainly I love you.
Don't you strike that child!
Well, he's not gonna tell me
I don't love him!
I won't go to California,
that's all!
What's eatin' on her? She's afraid
she'll have to give up thatJohn Durston.
Have you fnished?
No.
You've eaten enough.
You may leave the table.
Harold, I want one thing settled.
If you get any money from your Uncle Bean,
you are not going to buy an orange ranch.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh, don't
try that innocent look with me.
We need things in the house.
I haven't a stitch to my back, the children
need clothes, and we should have a car.
A car by all means, yes.
I don't know where you get the idea
you can make money raising oranges...
when you can't even run
I know a lot about raising oranges.
What are you so nervous about?
You haven't eaten a bite.
I'm not hungry.
That won't be worth eating if you put
any more salt on it. Oh, no, no, no.
You should eat something before you go to
the store. How much to fix these skates?
Oh, never mind
Norman's skates!
Where are you going? That's the 8:00
whistle. I gotta get to the store.
Wait. I'm not through with you. Now I
know you've got something on your mind.
You're constantly doing things behind
my back, and I know nothing about them...
till you're in some scrape
and I have to get you out.
Remember that scheme to revive the celluloid
collar you had a couple of years ago?
Well, that was going to
make us a fortune. Where is it?
Now you've got an orange ranch
on your mind.
Nothing will come of it.
You're not going to drag me
and the children across this country,
away from friends and relatives.
If any money comes into this family,
and put it to some practical purpose, and
that's that! What are you crying about?
You're just trying to ruin the lives
and future of everybody in this family.
Me? You don't care how much you
take me away from people I like.
Harold, are you listening to
me? Yes, dear. Go on. Go on.
What did I say last? Uh,
yes, yes, every word of it.
I never knew such
an ungrateful father!
Listen, you've all gotta
realize one thing:
That I...
Am the master of this household.
Harold!
Yes, dear.
I don't know why every time I want to talk to
you, you're off. In some other part of the house.
I have to shout, shout, shout!
all about our private affairs.
I get little enough opportunity as
it is to find out what's going on...
without you running away as if
I had the smallpox or something...
every time
I open my mouth.
I've got a piece of chalk.
Do you wanna play hopscotch?
Go 'way, go 'way, go 'way,
go 'way, go 'way.
Good morning, Mr.
Fitchmueller. Good morning.
I want 10 pounds of kumquats,
and I'm in a hurry! Yes, yes, yes.
L- I-I'll be right with you. I have
to... Come on, come on, come on, come on.
The door was open.
I know now it was open.
Don't talk to people with a toothpick
in your mouth. It's impolite. Come here.
Hurry up.
Get this coat off.
What are you doin'?
Put that hat up.
Go out and sweep the store.
Hurry up. Sweep the store. Yes, sir.
"Typical California orange grove. "
- How about my kumquats?
- Coming, coming.
I'm in a hurry.
Coming, coming, coming.
Coming, coming, coming.
Coming, coming, coming.
Now, what was that you wanted? Kumquats!
Oh, kumquats, yes.
Ten pounds of kumquats.
Open the door for Mr. Muckle! What?
- Open the door for Mr. Muckle, the blind man!
- How about my kumquats?
What'd ya say?
Kumquats!
Wait!
Merciful heavens.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
It's all right. All right.
All right. You got that
door closed again, huh?
I'm awfully sorry. I'm awfully
sorry. Come on. What's that?
Don't do that!
Look out!
What's that?
What's that?
It's all right. Think nothing
of it. Just a little glassware.
What?
Just a little glassware.
What's the matter with you? Can't
you talk? Here's your pipe here.
Here. Here you are,
right here. Yes. Come on.
What'd you say? I said it was
nothing but just a little glassware.
What've you got it there for?
Come on. It's all right.
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