The Caddy Page #5

- 11:
00?

- 11:
00.

- Scout's honor?

- Uh-huh.

And if you're not home,

can I come after you

- and bring you home?

- Scout's honor.

Okay.

Oh, Harvey. I'm sorry about all this.

Oh, that's all right.

What's the difference, Joe?

All I have to do is take off one plate.

Anyhow, it'll be good for you to relax.

Have some laughs.

- But don't forget your promise.

- 11:
00.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye.

Excuse me.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Don't you remember me? Kathy Taylor.

Girl receptionist. Belle of the links.

Oh, yeah. Well, good evening.

I better make that goodnight.

I'm out of uniform.

You're positively stunning.

So what if you left your dinner jacket

at home?

I left it in Kansas City.

- But I can show you the pawn ticket.

- I believe you.

- Shall we dance?

- Only if I lead.

You can lead.

Good evening.

What's the matter?

I'm worried about that dinner jacket

in Kansas City,

waiting for you to come back

and you never do.

Don't let that upset you.

I used to wear that

when I was a singing waiter.

It's full of beer stains anyhow.

And powder, too. And probably tears.

Some poor girl waiting for you

to come back and you never do.

Better make that plural. Girls.

Here we go again.

The subtle female approach.

"Is he attached or unattached"?

Okay, so you don't like my approach.

What's yours?

- Ready?

- Uh-huh.

Step number one:

Shall we get a breath of air?

We shall.

I'm worried about step number two.

Step number two:

He sings a song at her.

Well.

I'll brace myself.

- Promise to catch me if I faint?

- I promise.

You're the right one

Yes, the right one

I have never been so sure

of anyone before

You're the first time

and the last time

You're the one time

there'll be no more

You're the star

That always seemed so far

But, darling, here you are

For all the world to see

So, if you love me

say you love me

For I know that you're the right one

for me

You're the star

That always seemed so far

But, darling, here you are

For all the world to see

So if you love me

say you love me

For I know

that you're the right one

The right one

For me

Know that you're the right one

for me

It's after 11:
00.

Joe.

Gee, Joe,

if the Rules Committee ever saw you...

Now, get in here.

Come on, Joe.

You can't sleep with your clothes on.

How could you do this, Joe?

With the second round

coming up tomorrow.

Don't worry about me,

I'll come out fighting.

You're so drunk

you don't even know you're a golfer.

Now, look, if it's golf you want, okay,

but just don't nag, Emma.

Emma? I'm Harvey.

Hiya, Harvey.

Well, I thought you was Emma.

- And who are you?

- I'm Emma's husband.

- Oh.

- Don't tell her, though.

No. Where do you live?

Harvey, my boy, if I tell you,

will you promise not to take me there?

- No.

- Good. I live next door.

- Come on, let's go.

- Now, look, Harvey, I insist...

Come on, mister, will you please?

Here. Easy.

Take your pants and your shoes.

Easy now. Come on.

Hi, Emma.

I don't know where you've been,

but at least you came home

with first prize.

Joe.

Sing it again.

How about another chorus?

- Sing it again.

- More. Sing it again.

Not a cloud in sight

The sun's just right

The world's a bright bouquet

It's a wonderful kinda

whistlin' kinda mornin'

Oh, life is sweet

As sweet as people make it

So tweet your tweet

And hear the robin say, "Okay"

Get a happy-go-lucky feelin'

Come and live it up while you may

- Harvey.

- Joe, do you realize it's after 11:00?

- So what?

- Well, you promised, Joe!

Promised what?

Well, you promised you'd be home

at 11:
00.

- Now, it's after 11:00!

- Harvey, I'm in the middle of a song.

Well, I'm sorry, Joe.

You said you were gonna come home.

Stop the music. Stop the music.

Now, say goodnight to everyone.

Goodnight to everyone.

Goodnight, you all.

- Goodnight, everyone.

- Harvey!

Goodnight...

You're very rude and impolite, sir.

What're you laughing at?

- You.

- Well, don't.

You may have a child of your own

some day.

What's the matter with you, Harvey?

You shouldn't yell at these people.

They belong here and you don't!

Yeah? Well,

they shouldn't laugh at me, Joe

'cause I'm trying

to take good care of you.

I appreciate that, Harvey,

but I have to finish the song.

- We can't be impolite and leave now.

- You could if you wanted to.

The music.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Stop pulling. Let me go.

It's the crooniest, tuniest

Juniest day to say

Not a cloud in sight

The sun's just right

The world's a bright bouquet

It's a wonderful kinda

whistlin' kinda mornin'

Oh, life is sweet

As sweet as people make it

So tweet your tweet

And hear the robin say, "Okay"

Get a happy-go-lucky feelin'

Come and live it up while you may

It's the dillyest, dallyest

pallyest day today

It's a wonderful kinda

whistlin' kinda mornin'

Oh, what a mornin'

Oh, what a mornin'

It's a wonderful kinda

whistlin' kinda day

This is Tom Harmon

announcing the final round

of the Santa Barbara Open.

Bell is now making his approach

to the green.

He shoots.

It's a beautiful, high pitch shot, rolling.

It stops four feet on the other side

of the pin.

One putt and he's in,

and there goes the old ball game.

Oh, don't you believe it, Joe.

It just takes a little courage

plus a cool head.

- Now lay one up there.

- You can do it, champ.

Hey, Anthony, it's your shot.

Wait a minute, Joe.

Come on, Anthony,

you're holding up the game.

- Now see here, boy. That's not allowed.

- Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

"In the event a limb is endangering

the contestant's eyesight,"

"said limb may be remove." Removed.

Ruled by Jock MacRae,

August 23rd, 1886,

at Inverness, Scotland.

- Is there such a rule?

- Well, certainly there is.

Now if you'll excuse us, please?

Please.

- Harvey, is there such a rule?

- I don't know.

Go ahead, Joe.

Joe Anthony's next shot

and it's a very difficult shot.

He lines up the shot. He shoots.

It's a beautiful high approach.

It's rolling, it's rolling, it's rolling.

It breaks. It's in the cup!

Attaboy, Joe!

As the winner of our tournament,

you are invited to compete

in the $10,000 invitational

to be held at Monterey week after next.

- Good luck.

- Thank you, sir.

Good luck, Joe.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

Thanks.

Until then you'll be my houseguest

at Carmel.

- No or yes?

- Yes.

And last, but certainly not least,

- the Club's check for $500.

- Thank you.

Bravo! $500. Paid in full.

For the last 10 years,

it has been the custom for the winner

to turn over the check

to our charity fund.

I know Mr. Anthony would insist

on following this noble tradition.

- Certainly.

- Thank you from all of us.

And, boy, when you sank it

that was really something, Joe.

My dad couldn't have done better.

Oh, it was nothing. It was really nothing.

But how is charity gonna get Pop

off the hook for the $500 he owes

on the new boat?

And furthermore, how we gonna eat?

But, Joe,

money's not the important thing.

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