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- You're really too much.

- No, you're too much.

You ran me off a bridge into a creek.

You messed up my car.

You canceled my tour.

Are you still angry about your car?

Daddy will buy you a new one.

Daddy will buy me a new one?

Anything goes because

daddy can pay for it, right?

I almost got killed.

Can he pay for that, too?

- The way he paid to get me here?

- But, Mike, it's my birthday.

Oh, it's your birthday?

Who are you? George Washington?

- You and your daddy can take...

- I just wanted to see you again.

So you had daddy buy me.

If that's the only way you can get a guy,

you're pathetic.

I'm sorry.

I'm really very sorry.

- Look, just take it easy.

- I am pathetic.

I'm worse than pathetic.

I'm spoiled, and I'm selfish and...

- Just a little, maybe.

- No, a lot.

I'm spoiled, and I'm ugly.

You may be spoiled, but you're not ugly.

I am ugly. I'm miserable.

I'm very lonely.

When I saw you,

I just wanted you so badly.

Why did I have to ruin it?

Just take it easy.

I'm just awful.

- You're not awful. You're just...

- What?

A little...

- Mike, where are you going?

- Just out of here.

Excuse me. Be at the track at 6:00.

Give you a chance to test-drive the car.

I guarantee you've never seen

anything like it. I designed it myself.

And I'm proud of it.

You're the man to drive it.

Forget it. Forget me. Forget everything.

Now, look, Mike...

Sweetheart, my publisher wants

a list of your relatives.

Now, don't be upset.

He's agreed to a small wedding,

but he insists on a large reception.

Look, I'm not marrying you.

I'm not marrying her.

I'm not marrying anybody.

I'm staying single. Single!

And then he kissed me.

Kissed you? That wasn't in the deal.

That's disgusting.

Wait till somebody kisses you.

You'll feel differently.

We've got to do something.

We've got to get him back.

Wait a minute, Cynthia,

you're not serious about Mike.

I mean, I want him to drive

the Fox Five for me...

but he's not my idea of a son-in-law.

Daddy, stop acting like a father.

I want him back for you...

because of the Fox Five.

Boy, if he drives it

the way he drove at Sebring.

Oh, yes. Can't you just see

those headlines now?

"Singer speeds to victory

in fabulous Fox Five race car."

May I ask?

How can he speed to victory

if he is not there?

Philip, don't be technical.

Maybe if we kept him in Santa Barbara,

we could persuade him.

To drive your car, I mean.

No, I'm afraid we've pushed him too far.

Mr. Foxhugh, you'll never be able

to make him stay, sir.

Excuse us, Philip. Stay where you are.

I was thinking...

Cynthia, you're a chip off the old block.

Operator?

- Mr. McCoy?

- Yes, sir.

Look, officer, if we're on private property...

- Just call me Tracy. Tracy Richards.

- Tracy?

- Pleased to meet you, fellas.

- Hello.

Okay, flatfoot. Cut the soft sell.

- What's the charge?

- Charge?

That's not a barnaise sauce, is it, fella?

I'm not a fella. I'm a girl!

- Fantastic.

- Yeah.

The sauce barnaise.

What's it to you, copper?

Look, officer,

if we have to pay a fine or something...

Sorry, it's worse than a fine.

Can they give you the chair

for trespassing?

- You have to leave town.

- We're leaving.

Just hold it a minute.

What do you mean, we have to leave?

I got my orders.

A complaint's been made...

by an influential citizen, and...

- That can't be potatoes provenale.

- Who says it can't?

Could that influential citizen

be named Foxhugh?

Can he do this to us?

You don't live here. You don't work here.

He's a big shot. I'm sorry.

That's all right. No hard feelings.

- Can we leave in the morning?

- Sure.

Who's he think he is, kicking people

out of town in the night?

- Thanks, Tracy.

- All right.

Well, so long, Mike.

- Be seeing you.

- Yeah.

Maybe we can swap some recipes.

I'm a gourmet cook, too.

You are? No kidding!

- Nice to have met you, Officer Tracy.

- Yeah.

- So long, Mike.

- Yeah.

- You know, he's not a bad guy.

- Is he really a copper?

Sure, that's the new breed.

Mike, maybe we'd better load up

and get out of here.

If you let guys like Foxhugh

push you around...

they think they own you, and they don't.

He made us come here, but he can't

make us leave until we're ready.

But you heard what Tracy said.

We don't work here. We don't live here.

- What if we did live here?

- We really don't live here.

What if we moved in

next door to Foxhugh?

Next door to him? Pitch our tents?

- There's no field there.

- Right. Just another big mansion.

I mean, how would you like

to live in that mansion?

I'd like to live in a mansion.

How are you gonna do that?

I think I'd better start some investigating.

It's a waste of time

if we're leaving tonight.

Who said anything about leaving?

We're staying here.

Good morning...

- Blodgett, sir.

- Blodgett, sure.

- Are they still having breakfast?

- Yes, sir.

- At the pool?

- No.

Mr. And Mrs. Ranley

never have breakfast at the pool.

The same as always.

- They're on the...

- North terrace, sir.

- The north terrace.

- Whom shall I say?

I'd like to surprise them. You know.

Yes, of course, sir. This way, sir.

- Good morning, folks.

- Good morning.

- Who are you?

- Mike McCoy.

Mr. Ranley, I have a message for you.

Is it okay to speak

in front of this young lady?

Young lady?

- This is my wife.

- Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

- Yes, we've been married 38 years.

- Thirty-seven.

- He is your husband?

- Why...

Yes. That's Bernard.

You weren't sure, were you?

You both had to sneak an extra look.

You know why?

Because you haven't really looked

at each other in a long, long time.

Tell me, Bernard, what did you see

just then when you looked at...

- Violet.

- Violet. That's a very lovely name.

Bernard, when you looked

at her just then...

did you see the beautiful woman

that you married?

Well, l...

You should have.

She's very, very beautiful.

Why, thank you, young man.

Violet, when you looked at Bernard...

did you see the tall, handsome,

vigorous man...

that you married 37 years ago?

Well, did you?

No, it's not her fault.

After all, I'm not as handsome

as I used to be. Nor as young, either.

You're not as old

as you're behaving, either.

And neither are you.

When was the last time you had fun?

Well, when?

Well, on our honeymoon.

It's true.

When we got back, you went to work

for papa, and ever since...

- We'll have to do something. Okay?

- Okay.

A 1929 Duesenberg.

Just like the one papa gave us

for our first honeymoon.

They sure don't make them

like that anymore.

Bernard, please.

You mean the car.

- Mike, how can we ever thank you?

- How can we thank you.

It's nice of you to take care

of the house while we're gone.

Forget it. You folks just live it up.

Goodbye!

Have a good drive.

Don't worry about the house.

You did it! We're Foxhugh's neighbors.

Let's go borrow sugar,

or do something neighborly.

Just a minute. Let him find out by himself.

It'll be a big surprise.

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