Pot o' Gold

Hello, Mrs Simmons...Mary.

Hello, Mr Haskel.

Here's your shirt, Jimmy.

I turned the cuffs. Thanks.

Little enough for letting Mary

practise here. Oh, it's all right.

How is she doing? Encourage her.

If she practises, she'll be good.

I'll be back in an hour.

OK. I'll take good care of her.

Hop to it, Mary.

Mary, give me an "A", please.

That's it. OK, thanks.

When are you going to get new

records? You haven't worn out those.

Won't be long now.

Hi, Tommy. Tomatoes for my last

lesson. Tomorrow, I'll bring bacon.

OK, here's your horn. I think

you left your music over there.

Uncle Charlie, glad to see you!

Jimmy, I'm glad to see you, too.

What brings you here? I came

because you didn't answer my letter.

I wanted time to think it over.

Come in, Uncle Charlie.

I...I wrote you...

I wrote you three months ago!

Was it that long? You know

how it is, a fella gets busy.

With these things, you have to

change the oil every thousand miles.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

I came up to have an important talk

with you. Go ahead. I'm listening.

Can't we go some place

without this infernal racket?!

Yeah. We'll go in my room.

Where? Right over there.

Here we are.

That chair needs fixing. It's

a trade for a second-hand clarinet.

Jimmy, I'm not going to

beat around the bush.

As you know, we've not been close.

After all, we are the last of

the Haskels. Is that very serious?

I want to keep the name of Haskel

in the health-food business.

I understand. I want to keep

our name in the music business.

I'm talking about BIG business.

Can't you understand?

I need you, Jimmy. Some day, you're

going to get everything I've got.

But you won't get it if you fritter

your life away in this town.

This whistle stop.

I like it here.

My dad was happy here.

I could never understand my brother.

I told him when he opened this place

he'd never make a go of it.

It failed successfully for 25 years.

That's not bad.

If he'd listened to me,

he'd have been a rich man. But, no.

What did he have when he died? The

biggest funeral this town ever saw.

Everybody was there.

Everybody owed him money. Maybe so.

Dad had a wonderful time living.

He liked hunting, fishing, music.

Music!

He talked a great deal about you.

He did?

Always seemed to feel sorry for you.

Sorry?! You didn't get anything

out of life. Just making money.

Is that so? Since when has

making money been a crime?

I'm not going to argue with you. And

I'm not going to get upset. No, sir!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Uncle, I'm sorry.

Don't hit him. He's an old man.

It was the chair.

Are you hurt? Don't mind me.

Hello, Bud. Can I talk to you?

Yeah, outside here.

Excuse me a minute, Uncle Charlie.

Afraid I've got some bad news.

What's the trouble, Bud?

I'm to take up this attachment

unless you've got money.

Take it up. Unless you think eggs

are gonna go up to 500 a dozen.

See what you can do. I'll hold this

off as long as I can. Thanks, Bud.

He was just telling me

about some people

that wanted musical instruments.

He's the sheriff. How do you know?

I knew his father.

He was serving a paper on your

father the first time I was here.

Well, you can stay here chasing

rainbows

or I can show you

a real pot of gold.

I...I... Wait. That's a good idea

for my radio show tomorrow night.

You've heard my Happiness Hour

of course. Everybody's heard it.

Once. Listen to this.

Clouds that make the day so grey

must sooner or later pass away.

There's a pot of gold at the end

of the rainbow. Homespun philosophy.

Oh, boy.

I've got to be going.

What are you going to do?

Unless a miracle happens in

the next few days,

looks like I'll

slide right down that rainbow. Fine.

And land right in the pot.

What was I saying? And furthermore...

And furthermore, I see no reason...

What was I saying? And furthermore...

I see no reason to change the air

guns we use to puff rice and cereals.

Our air guns are exceptionally quiet.

I therefore would suggest...

There goes that band again.

Oh, I'll settle this.

How can a man transact business

with that going on?

Tom-toms, jungle screeches.

They're a menace to sanity.

What did I say? Tom-toms and jungle

screeches. No, that's what I mean.

The McCorkles took that band in

to annoy me.

That's why

they've ignored my protests.

It's a new band. Who wants a new

band? Let them do it in a cave.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

Walawalawala!

I'll settle this once and for all.

Hey! Hey!

You! Hey!

Hey, you! Somebody, hey!

Hey! Hey!

What's the matter?

Stop that blasted bedlam

or I'll have it stopped!

Oh, you will, eh? You and who else?

The police! I'll have them thrown

in jail for disturbing the peace.

Disturbing the peace?

What about that air gun

booming all day and night?

I suppose that's a baby's lullaby,

you white-headed old baboon.

That boom is this business.

Besides, we're all used to it.

The band is business. You can get

used to it. I'll get an injunction.

Oh, you will, eh? Listen,

you black-hearted old skinflint.

You want me to sell my house

so you can enlarge your factory.

I'm not selling. Not at your price.

Call the cops if you think

you can have this band thrown out.

You just wait! You'll find out!

Go ahead, boys. Go to it, but loud.

Jasper. Go and get Jasper.

Jasper! Jasper!

Find him.

Don't stand there like a dummy.

Do I have to do everything? Jasper!

Do you want me, CJ? Why aren't

you here when I need you?

Get the police. The police?

The militia if necessary.

That woman has insulted me for the

last time. You said that before.

This time I mean it.

That band is driving me insane.

It certainly is. Have them arrested.

I will. Good.

# Hi, Si, what's a-cooking?

Hi, Si, how's she looking?

# Life will be as sweet as can be

# If I find a cookie

that's looking for me

# Hi, Si, di-di-dida,

di-di da-da da da da-da

# All day long I wash and dry

To keep my cookie away from Shanghai

# Shine for you?

Ten cents implies a revenue

# Your dogs will get a real shampoo

The real Magoo

Fresh fish!

# Dum-dee dum-doo diddly-dum

# The fortune teller told me

I was gonna clean up. #

The apples good? I supply the Ritz.

They'll do for the McCorkles.

I'll take half a dozen.

Here, Willy.

What am I? A packhorse?

Anything else, Miss Molly?

That'll be all. Thank you.

Here, stupid. Well, take it.

Thank you.

Come on. Too bad you can't carry

a few bundles without complaining.

I don't mind carrying them.

Well, who are you?

I'm the guy carrying the bundle.

Thanks. I thought my brother

Willy was behind me.

He went ahead of you. I'm terribly

sorry. You must have been surprised.

Life in the city is one surprise

after another. For instance?

Band music coming down out of

the sky. That's up on our roof.

On your roof? The band is on

the house, until we get a job.

Are you with the band? My sister

Donna and I sing. Mother feeds it.

It certainly is a swell band.

Not everyone agrees with that.

You mean the neighbours object?

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