It's a Gift Page #3
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1934
- 68 min
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Could have hit me in the back if
he had to throw it. And clams too.
I hate clams.
Well, I suppose we'll soon be living
next door to the wealthy Bissonettes.
It begins to look like it.
Of course, no amount of money could
compensate for the loss of a dear one.
Oh, no, of course not, my dear. But
after all, it's only human to plan.
Oh, I hope to make life much more
comfortable for us all... when it comes.
Oh, Mr. Bissonette.
- Ah, good morning, Miss Dunk.
- What have you in the way of steaks?
- Nothing in the way. Can get right to them.
- I'll take two pounds round steak.
- Off the rump?
- Yes.
Uh-huh.
Two round off the rump.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sure thing.
Whew!
Boo.
Get Blood Poison out of here!
Take him away! Amuse him somewhere.
Eating all the profits.
I won't make a nickel
on this steak.
It's so hard for me to
wear black. Yes, I know.
Black is very trying for some. Why
don't you go to Schmankendorf's?
They specialize in such lovely
things for older women. Pardon me.
Get him outta there!
Don't pull it! Don't pull it!
You... What'd you pull it for,
you big lunk? Get him outta there.
Get him off there.
Get him off.
Aah, what are you doing?
Why did you let him
turn the molasses on for?
I told him I wouldn't do it
if I was him.
You told him you wouldn't
do it if you was him.
Get him outta here! Get
him out! Get him out!
What are you doing
to my child? Oh!
Oh! What do you mean by running
molasses all over and ruining his shoes?
Give me my baby. You'll never
see me in this store again.
Come on, darling.
Not only lost her trade,
but lost all of our molasses.
I hate you.
Get out!
Whew! That's the spreadinest
stuff I ever saw in my life.
Hello, John.
Get down here.
Come on up.
No, come here.
What's the matter?
Your father was at our office and he
paid the rest on that orange ranch.
He did?
Every cent of it.
Oh, Mother will just murder him.
They shouldn't have taken the money.
He forced them to
on that contract.
Oh, John, that's awful. Couldn't
somebody try to talk him out of it?
The boss tried hard enough,
but it didn't do any good.
The only real money
you'll ever have,
and you threw it away before you
got your hands on a penny of it.
What are you lying there for? I'm tired.
Why don't you go to bed? I thought I'd
lie down and take a little nap first.
I don't see how you got
the bank to lend you money...
on the strength of your getting
anything from Uncle Bean's estate.
Probably stopped in at the
saloon on the way there.
No, I didn't. Tonight, I...
Never a thought of me or the
children. No insurance. Nothing.
What if something should happen to you? Your
Uncle Bean wasn't much older than you are.
Yes, two months
and four years.
Just let thatJohn Durston
try to get into my place again.
Are you listening to me?
Wake up!
Wake up and go to sleep.
I've given you the best years
of my life. Yes, you have, dear.
And now I suppose I'll have to
spend the rest of them...
depending on that grocery store
for a bare existence.
I sold the grocery store.
What?
I'm now in the orange business. Oh! Oh.
As I was saying...
Are you listening to me?
Uh, yes, dear.
Yes, dear. Yes, dear.
For 20 years, I've struggled to
make a home for you and the children.
That's right, dear.
Slaving day in and day out
to make both ends meet.
Yes, you have.
Sometimes I don't know
which way to turn.
Uh, turn over on
your right side, dear.
Sleeping on your left side
is bad for the heart.
Goodness gracious.
Oh, it's the telephone. Shall
I answer the telephone, dear?
Naturally.
Yeah... naturally.
Naturally.
Oh, what are you doing now?
Nothing, dear. Nothing.
I can't think
of the number.
Oh! Hello.
No.
No, this is not
the maternity hospital.
Oh.
Think we oughta take
that telephone out.
Who was it?
Uh, somebody called up, wanted to know
if this was the maternity hospital.
What did you tell them?
Uh, I-I told 'em no,
it wasn't the maternity hospital.
Funny thing they should call you
up here at this hour of the night...
from the maternity hospital.
They didn't call me up, dear,
from the maternity hospital.
They wanted to know if this
was the maternity hospital.
Oh. Now you change it.
No, I didn't change it, dear.
L- I told you.
They, uh... They asked me if this
was the maternity hospital...
Oh, don't make it any worse.
They asked me...
I don't know how you expect
anybody to get any sleep,
hopping in and out of bed
all night,
tinkering 'round the house...
waiting up
for telephone calls.
You have absolutely
no consideration...
for anybody but yourself.
I have to get up
in the morning,
get breakfast
for you and the children.
I have no maid, you know.
Probably never shall have one.
Oh.
Harold, will you please keep quiet
and let me get some sleep!
Coming... Uh, come...
Uh, yes, yes, dear. Yes.
Hey, make a little less noise
down there, will you?
Sweet repose.
As a special favor, please stop playing
with those sleigh bells, will you?
Ow.
What a night!
This is not a night for love.
Is this 1726 Prill Avenue?
No.
this neighborhood? I don't know.
Do you know a man
by the name of LaFong?
Carl LaFong.
Capital "L," small "A,"
capital "F," small "O,"
small "N," small "G."
LaFong.
Carl LaFong.
No, I don't know
Carl LaFong.
Capital "L," small "A,"
capital "F," small "O,"
small "N," small "G."
And if I did know Carl LaFong,
I wouldn't admit it.
Well, he's a railroad man, and he
leaves home very early in the morning.
Well, he's a chump.
I hear he's interested
in an annuity policy.
Oh, isn't that wonderful?
Yes. Yes, it is.
like hotcakes.
All companies are going to discontinue this
form of policy after the 23rd of this month.
That's rather unfortunate.
Yes, it will be.
Maybe you would be interested
in such a policy. I would not.
What's your age?
None of your business.
I would say you are a man about
50. Yeah, you would say that.
Let me see.
Fifty, fifty, fifty.
Ah, here we are.
Here we have it.
Now, you can, by paying only
five dollars a week,
retire when you are 90
on a comfortable income.
I can retire when I'm 90?
That's right. You got the idea...
Look out!
Don't sit down there.
Or you can change to a regular paid-up
policy, and at death your beneficiaries...
Harold! If you and your friend
wish to exchange ribald stories,
please take it downstairs.
My friend!
And should you live
to be 100, we... Oh!
I suppose if I live to be 200,
I'll get a velocipede.
If you wish to visit with Mr. Bissonette,
come around some morning. Say about 10:00.
I never wanna see him again. Then
why did you invite him up here?
I invite...
I'd like to... Oh!
Right on the proboscis too.
Who's doing that?
Shades of Bacchus!
Even a worm will turn.
Stop!
Here's your ice pick.
Don't give him those grapes! Oh!
Look what you've done to my floor. It wasn't
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