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- Year:
- 1950
- 112 min
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when I get the 50.
Where you gonna get it,
from vinegar-puss?
- Professor Pettigrew!
- Yes, my love.
I'll get the 50 from the finest
gentleman that ever raced a horse:
Dan Brooks,
a very good friend of mine.
Anybody who had 50 bucks
wouldn't be a friend of yours.
Is that so? Well, Dan Brooks is a
captain of industry, owns a paper mill,
and he's never turned me down yet.
And what's more, we're going
to be his guests at lunch today.
- He's going to buy us lunch?
- At the Greenview Club, laddie,
where even the busboys have
to be bank presidents.
How do we get inside that place?
Disguised as salads?
You overlook the power
of culture, my friend.
I merely phoned them and said,
"Professor Pettigrew of Yale
is lunching with Mr. Brooks,
"the noted tycoon.
Prepare a table, please. "
Oh, by the way,
have you a dime for carfare?
denominations.
I see. Very well, we'll walk.
Now, the good professor's
to lunch with him at
where the blue blood flows like water
and the carpets are thicker
than porterhouse steaks.
Wish me luck, huh?
And if you can't get the money,
bring me back a piece of that
thick carpet. Medium brown.
- Here we are, Mr. Brooks.
- Oh, Dan.
- Dan, my boy. Well, this is a pleasure.
- Professor.
Capital.
Oh, hello, hello. How are you?
Glad to see you.
Please lower your voices.
Rule of the club.
- I'm sorry.
- Sit down, professor.
I took the liberty of bringing my
business associate, Oscar McGuire.
Oscar, this is Dan Brooks.
- How are you, sir?
- Stop me if I'm breathing too loud.
Yeah, keep it soft,
or we'll get the heave-ho.
This, gentlemen,
this is an occasion.
After the separation of many years,
Damon and Pythias are reunited.
Isn't this great?
- Pythias.
- Damon, old pal.
Waiter, a bottle of champagne
for auld lang syne.
for auld Pythias too.
- Yes, sir.
- Fill up the table. Bring everything.
- Bring everything on.
- And for you?
- Anything. I just came in to get warm.
Say, your friend's pretty amusing,
isn't he?
He comes up with some polite stuff.
Say, professor,
- I hear you're in the upper brackets.
- Parlez francais, huh?
- After all, a mars wealth
- is the friendship of those he admires.
- That's a beautiful sentiment.
Well-put too.
But I've heard some things about you.
I hear you've got a system,
and it's rolling.
They tell me you're knocking
the ponies dead.
They say that you won
from the race track.
True or false?
- Eh, how about you?
- Well, I can't complain.
- My horse is eating.
- I...
Modesty becomes you, Dan.
You great big industrialist.
Wait a minute.
We'll get thrown out of here.
You know, I always said,
"Dan Brooks.
"There's one man that
will really come through. " Eh?
Yeah, you know what I've always
said about you, professor,
"You're a winner in my book.
A true-blue friend. "
- How long does this go on?
- We're old pals, the social...
The bubbly has arrived.
Well, well.
I'm delighted for this opportunity to
repay your past favors, Dan, my boy.
Well, thank you, professor.
You're very sweet.
- I have a little mathematical certainty.
- Yes?
I have a little mathematical certainty
that should net us precisely $160,000.
- Oh, yeah?
- I wouldn't let anyone in on it but you.
Say, it sounds good.
- A toast.
- A toast.
A toast to the birth
of a new syndicate.
Pettigrew and Brooks.
Pettigrew supplies the brains.
Brooks supplies the money.
With a start of a mere $50
and the use of a little applied calculus,
I have a system
Professor. Do these flapping
old ears of mine deceive me,
or did you come here to put
the bite on me for 50 bucks?
Oh, nothing as vulgar as that.
This is an investment
in the progress of science, my boy.
Well, don't look now, professor,
but we're back in the Dark Ages.
You mean?
I came here to put the bite
on you for a grand.
You mean to tell me you're broke?
Down to the bricks.
I beg your pardon?
And I came here...
- And you came here...
- I guess so.
Well, that's the funniest...
It's sensational.
He's trying to bite me.
I'm trying to bite him.
Nobody's got a quarter.
Waiter, more champagne!
Gentlemen, please, please.
You're disturbing our patrons.
- I'm a little disturbed myself.
- Gentlemen.
- Professor. Come in the office.
- Yes?
What is the exact extent
of your financial embarrassment?
The lower depths.
Not even enough to pay
for this meal?
Not one bubble of this
very delightful champagne.
Well, maybe we can get
something back on the bottle, huh?
Hey, how's your wallet?
I don't know. I ate it yesterday.
Well, gentlemen. We appear
to be in something of a situation.
To the situation.
We might as well get
to like one another.
We're gonna be together
for at least 30 days.
- All right, gentlemen?
- Sure. Cut up another 30 days.
I have been mulling
the problem over in my mind.
- Yes?
- I have come to a simple
- but adequate conclusion.
- I know, we all drop dead.
- Oh, not that.
- Quiet, quiet, quiet.
- Gentlemen, just gaze about you.
- Yes?
All we have to do is to shock the
sensibilities of this prize collection
of stuffed shirts,
and we will be promptly ejected.
You know, I think he's got something.
What'll we do? Jump up and down
and slug each other with tea bags?
No, no, no, gentlemen.
We are in our cups.
Or as we used to say at Yale,
we are "stinko".
You mean we are loaded?
- We are fractured.
- Well, here we go.
We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
- Take the tenor.
- Baa, baa, baa
Who have gone astray
- Please.
- Baa, baa, baa
- Gentlemen, I beg of you.
- Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Any decent restaurant would
have had us in the gutter by now.
- It's crawling with Yale men.
- Class of '82.
This is outrageous.
How can anyone eat in this bedlam?
Why, I understood this to be
a dignified, quiet salle manger,
not a Hofbruhaus.
We are leaving. Out of the way.
- Is anything wrong?
- Anything wrong?
You expect us to eat
in this collegiate cacophony?
You'll have a sharp note
from ASCAP, sir.
Yes, but you were the ones
who begun this.
Us? We're Harvard men.
Baa, baa, baa
Here we are.
Give.
- You drive a sharp bargain, my friend.
- Yes, sir.
That's the new light type.
You'll like that.
Yeah. Well, it ain't exactly
the size I wanted.
What do you want for a hamburger?
A telephone pole?
Oh, I ain't kicking,
but I should ought to have a hat or...
Hey.
- I'll give you a Coke for the hat.
- That's ridiculous.
We were just served champagne
for a song.
- Sure.
- Pie for the tie.
Wouldrt have anything
to hang myself with.
What's the matter with you fellows?
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