Miracle On 34th Street
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- 1947
- 96 min
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You've got them mixed up.
You're making a mistake.
You're making a mistake
with the reindeer.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Would you mind stepping out
for a moment?
Open the door!
I'm sorry.
The store isn't open today.
I don't want
to buy anything...
and I'm sorry
to interrupt your work...
but I wanted to tell you
you're making a serious mistake.
- Huh?
- With the reindeer, I mean.
You've got Cupid
And Dasher should be
on my right-hand side.
He should, huh?
Yes. And another thing...
Donner's antlers have got
four points instead of three.
Still, I don't suppose anybody
No. I don't suppose so.
- Well, bye. Thanks.
- Not at all.
Glad to have helped you. Bye.
Yes.
Jingle bells,
jingle bells...
You're on the Pilgrim float.
You're on the pirate float.
You follow the van.
Mrs. Walker,
something's got to be done.
That three-men-in-a-tub float
isn't big enough.
We can get
the butcher and the baker...
I'm awfully sorry...
but I've got enough to do
to take care of the people.
I was hoping you could... George!
I beg your pardon, sir.
You seem to have got mixed up
with this whip of yours.
Allow me, will you?
It's quite simple, really.
- You don't mind if I show you?
- No, sir.
Now, then.
- See? It's all in the wrist.
- Is that so?
Yes, of course.
If you follow through.
Is that so?
It's just like
throwing a ball.
If you were to...
You've been drinking.
Well, it's cold.
A man's got to do something
to keep warm.
You ought
to be ashamed of yourself.
Don't you realize there are
thousands of children...
lining the streets
waiting to see you...
children who have been dreaming
of this moment for weeks?
You're a disgrace to
the tradition of Christmas...
and I refuse to have you
malign me in this fashion.
Disgusting.
Tell me, who's in charge
of this parade?
When you find out, tell me.
These pants are gonna fall off
in Columbus Circle.
I beg your pardon.
Who's in charge here?
Mrs. Walker.
There she is, down there.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You two ought to be
over on 81st Street.
Mrs. Walker,
one of the men in your parade...
What are you doing
out of costume?
Get back and get dressed...
Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
I thought
you were our Santa Claus.
Your Santa Claus
is intoxicated.
- Oh, no!
- Yes. It's disgraceful.
How can you allow a man
to get into such a position?
Jingle bells, jingle bells...
Stop that!
What do you mean by drinking?
You know it's not allowed.
A man's got to do
something to keep warm.
I'll warm you.
I ought to take this cane...
Somebody, Julian,
get some black coffee...
plenty of it, too.
Yes, Mrs. Walker.
Black with a little cream.
Wake me up
when the parade starts.
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Shameful! Absolutely shameful!
Could you be Santa Claus?
Have you had any experience?
Oh, a little.
Oh, please.
You've got to help me out.
I am not in the habit
of substituting...
for spurious Santa Clauses.
- Oh, please.
- No, I...
Well, the children
mustn't be disappointed.
All right, I'll do it.
Oh, good. Thank you.
Come right this way.
Get that costume.
Wonderful!
He's the best we've ever had...
and he didn't need any padding.
What?
He didn't need padding.
Where did you find him?
I just turned round,
and there he was.
I'm glad you turned round.
Just think if Mr. Macy
had seen the other one!
Just think if Mr. Gimbel
had seen the other one.
You want to ride
in the motorcycle or a car?
No. I'm going home
and get in a hot tub...
and I might stay there
until next Thanksgiving.
You should see it.
You worked so hard.
If I want to, which I doubt...
I can see it from
the roof of my apartment.
That's right,
you live down the...
Mrs. Walker!
Susan!
Susan?
- Hello, Cleo.
- Hello, Mrs. Walker.
What a beauty.
Where's Susan?
She's watching the parade.
Where? With whom?
With that Mr. Gailey
in the front apartment.
Oh, yes.
I've been keeping
an eye on her.
She can see everything
from there.
That's the 50 yard line.
He's so very fond of Susan.
When he asked me,
I didn't think you'd mind.
Well, I guess it's all right.
I'll go on in a minute.
Looks like they're
having a little trouble...
with the baseball player.
He was a clown last year.
They just changed the head
and painted him different.
My mother told me.
He certainly is a giant,
isn't he?
Not really.
There are no giants, Mr. Gailey.
Maybe not now, Suzie...
but in olden days,
there were a lot of...
What about the giant
that Jack killed?
Jack? Jack who?
Jack...
Jack!
"Jack and the Beanstalk."
I never heard of that.
You must've heard that.
You've just forgotten.
It's a fairy tale.
Oh, one of those.
I don't know any.
Your mother and father
must have told you a fairy tale.
No. My mother thinks
they're silly.
I don't know whether my father
thinks they're silly or not.
I never met my father.
divorced when I was a baby.
Well, that baseball player
looks like a giant to me.
People sometimes grow very big,
but that's abnormal.
I'll bet your mother
told you that, too.
Hello.
I'm Susan's mother.
Yes, I know.
Won't you come in?
Suzie's told me quite a lot
about you. I'm Fred Gailey.
Yes, I know.
Susan's told me quite
a lot about you, too.
- Hello, Mother!
- Hello, dear.
A cup of coffee?
You must be half frozen.
- Oh, don't bother.
- It's all ready.
In that case, thanks.
What do you think of my parade?
It's much better
than last year's.
Well, I hope
Mr. Macy agrees with you.
Sugar? Cream?
Both? Neither?
Just one sugar, please.
This is very kind of you,
Mr. Gailey.
Sit down.
I want to thank you
for being so kind to Susan.
Cleo tells me you took them
to the zoo yesterday.
That's right,
but I must confess.
It's part of a deep-dyed plot.
I'm fond of Suzie, very fond,
but I also wanted to meet you.
I read someplace the surest way
to meet the mother...
is to be kind to the child.
What a horrible trick.
It worked.
There goes Santa Claus.
Oh, don't even
mention the name.
He's much better
than last year's.
At least this one
doesn't wear glasses.
This one was
a last-minute substitute.
The one I hired I fired.
Why?
You remember
the janitor last New Year's?
Ohh, yes.
Well,
this one was much worse.
Oh.
I see she doesn't
believe in Santa Claus, either.
No Santa Claus,
no fairy tales...
no fantasies of any kind,
is that it?
That's right.
We should be realistic...
and completely truthful
with our children...
and not have them growing up
believing in...
a lot of legends and myths
like Santa Claus, for example.
I see.
That's the end.
The acrobats were good.
They ought to be
at those prices.
Thanks for the coffee.
And thank you
for inviting me in.
It was a pleasure, missy.
Mother, I was thinking...
we've got such
a big turkey for dinner...
and there are only two of us.
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