The Happiest Millionaire Page #13

And he's got nothing to do

with that.

I'm not so sure about that.

Papa!

So long, everybody.

We'll write.

Angier, where are you going?

? You can here it humming,

see it coming?

? Feel it everywhere you go?

? It's tomorrow morning,

the future dawning?

? With a bright

and shining glow?

? It's a land

where golden chariots?

? Are molded out of dreams?

? It's Detroit?

? Detroit?

? It's Detroit?

You know, there, for a minute,

he reminded me

of his grandfather.

Started the whole Duke thing.

If he's half the man

I think he is,

this won't be the end

of the whole Duke thing, either.

Did you hear that?

It's the floor, dear.

I never noticed it before.

This isn't a new house.

No.

No, it isn't.

I'm hungry.

Oh.

Poor dear.

You didn't have any breakfast,

did you?

I'll ring for John.

I don't need much.

What's that?

Hmm?

The clock, dear.

Oh.

A new one?

We've had it 20 years.

Oh.

You rang, ma'am?

Could we have some tea, please?

And there must be

some sandwiches left.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Did everything turn out

all right down at the jailhouse?

Angie and Cordy are on their way

to Detroit.

Well.

That's grand news.

That's right.

That's right.

We're very happy about it.

I'll take that, ma'am.

Thank you, John.

Shouldn't we telephone

the boys about the wedding?

Oh, they'll be in class.

That's right.

Better wait until this evening.

- It's been a long time...

- We should let Aunt Mary know.

- What was that, Cordelia?

- I was thinking.

Maybe we could do some traveling

now that the children are all...

That's a good idea.

I've always wanted to travel.

We can go to Detroit

and see Cordy and Angie.

Oh, Anthony.

Yeah.

? Let them go, let them go?

? Let them try their wings?

? Little birds were born

to fly?

? Not until they roam

can they miss their home?

? And it won't be long

till Christmas?

? When the branches are bare?

? The December air?

? Comes alive

with frost and pine?

? And they'll yearn to be?

? By the family tree?

? Oh, it won't be long

till Christmas?

? The years go by?

? And every night?

? You say, "Sweet dreams,

sleep tight"?

? Then comes the day

you're forced to say?

? "Don't forget to write"?

? There'll be holly

and popcorn?

? And mistletoe?

? There'll be songs

by fireglow?

? Oh, it won't be long

till Christmas?

? Let them go?

? Let them go?

? It won't be long

till Christmas?

? Let them go?

? Let them go?

Who would be dropping by

this afternoon?

I can't imagine.

Hardly anybody lives here

anymore.

The tea will be a moment.

Mrs. Worth's icing up

a gorgeous chocolate cake.

Come in, gentlemen.

Sir, is Mr. Biddle at home?

Yes.

Will you come this way, please?

There's some gentlemen

to see you, sir.

Well, look who's here.

- Mr. Biddle.

- Lieutenant.

- Mr. Biddle.

- Good to see you.

Sir, a set of orders have been

received at our headquarters

concerning your future relations

with the Corps.

And we felt that these orders

warranted personal delivery.

I don't believe it.

Anthony, what is it?

When I tried to enlist,

they turned me down.

Said I was too old

for active service.

Anthony, for heaven's sake.

Cordelia, I've been awarded

a provisional captaincy

in the Marine Corps.

I'm ordered to report

to Parris Island.

- Congratulations, sir.

- Thank you.

Congratulations, Mr. Biddle.

- John!

- Yes, sir?

John, we're in the Marines.

- We are, sir?

- Yes.

Bring out some of that

good Madeira, will you?

You know, gentlemen,

there's something to which I've

been giving a lot of thought.

The French and the British have

been in this war for some time.

They must have perfected

close-combat techniques

which are more realistic

than ours.

I feel that we ought to send

someone over there

to observe and learn.

Anthony, I don't think

that somebody

who's been in the Marines

for less than five minutes

should be trying to decide

Corps policy.

He's sure to end up

running things, Mrs. Biddle.

He might as well start off

that way.

Oh, thank you, John.

You should've brought one

for yourself.

I'm not much at making speeches.

But I guess you know

how we all feel about this.

Mr. Biddle has landed.

And the Marines are

well in hand.

Right?

- Right!

- Right!

? Well, well, well?

? "Let's have a drink on it,"

as me father used to say?

? When the truth

is nobly spoken?

? It's respect

you've got to pay?

? So fill your cup

and lift it up?

? And clink, here's how?

? No shilly-shallying,

no dillydallying?

? Let's have a drink

on it now?

? No shilly-shallying,

no dillydallying?

? Let's have a drink

on it now?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Well.

Congratulations, Captain Biddle.

Thank you, Cordelia.

- Where's Mr. Biddle?

- Step this way, gentlemen.

We rushed right over

as soon as we heard, Captain.

? Well, well, well,

"Let's have a drink on it"?

? As me father used to say?

? When the truth

is nobly spoken?

? It's respect

you've got to pay?

? So fill your cup

and lift it up?

? And clink, here's how?

? No shilly-shallying,

no dillydallying?

? Let's have a drink

on it now?

? No shilly-shallying...?

What on Earth is happening

here now?

I understand Mr. Biddle

is going off to war.

I'm glad to hear it.

Maybe we'll finally have

some peace around here.

? Fortuosity?

? That's me byword?

? Fortuosity?

? Me twinkle-in-the-eye word?

? Sometimes castles fall

to the ground?

? But that's where

four-leaf clovers are found?

? Fortuosity?

? Lucky chances?

? Fortuitious little

happy happenstances?

? I don't worry

'cause everywhere I see?

? That every bit of life

is lit by fortuosity?

? Fortuosity?

? That's me own word?

? Fortuosity?

? Me never-feel-alone word?

? Around the corner,

under a tree?

? Good fortune's waitin',

just wait and see?

? Fortuosity?

? Lucky chances?

? Fortuitious little

happy happenstances?

? I keep smilin'

'cause my philosophy?

? Is do your best

and leave the rest?

? To fortuosity?

? I keep smilin'

'cause my philosophy?

? Is do your best

and leave the rest?

? To fortuosity?

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