The Moon's Our Home Page #3

Synopsis: A comedy about marriage and everything relating to it. New York novelist Henry Fonda meets up with an actress, Margaret Sullavan, and the two date and later marry, though neither knows of the other's fame. The real adventure begins on the honeymoon, when this screwball comedy really heats up with insults and arguments.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): William A. Seiter
Production: Paramount Pictures
 
IMDB:
6.8
Year:
1936
80 min
47 Views


with the snow, the stars

and the sunshine.

All at once?

You don't understand me...

nobody understands me.

Ready, Miss.

Leave it with me.

Baskets of food to

old family retainers.

My biggest sporting event

for weeks.

Think how glad old Hannah

will be to see you.

Yes...Cherry Chester...her latest role...

"Little Lady Bountiful."

I'm afraid you're miscast.

- Hello, William!

- Hello Miss Sarah!

Ah...Yankee tripper...looks great

I see you still don't trust

the automobile.

I'm waiting 'til they perfect it, Miss.

- Thank you very much, Mr Amberton!

- You're welcome.

The only one of yours I haven't read,

Mr Amberton.

I hope you enjoy it.

He's just too marvellous!

Oh Mr Amberton...I can just see you

stalking through the jungle!

- Thank you!

- You're welcome.

Do write something...personal.

My husband is SO jealous.

A small bottle of "Gardenia" please.

We're having a special

on "Cherry Blossom' today...

You know...the perfume

that Cherry Chester uses.

Here, try some.

It's very nice!

Cherry Cheater uses it?

Yes.

That perfume again!

I can't stand it.

What's the matter?

That foul perfume...

It makes me deathly ill.

I'll see what I can do.

I'm sorry...

The perfume affects Mr Amberton

queerly.

He'd appreciate it if

you'd be more careful.

- OK.

- Thank you.

Who does the big gooney

think he is?

So Tarzan can't take it, uh?

C'mon...harder!

I'm sorry...

Holbrook...Holbrook...

Let's get out of here!

Mr Amberton,

you must sign mine...

Feel better now?

Thanks

Fresh air always does the trick.

It's the musk in that perfume

I can't stand.

Once I was marooned in

a plague-ridden African village.

Ever since then, the smell of musk

knocks me cold.

I'll go back and get your coat.

Don't look now,

but they're loose again.

There he is!

Hold the fort!

Hold the books!

Hold?!

What's new?

Oh, everything's about the same.

It's alright, William, go ahead.

They nearly got me that time!

I'm afraid a profession like yours

is full of narrow escapes.

What am I going to do?

I have to live.

I should really hand you over

to the police.

Why?

Now don't brazen through.

After all, I saw you running for your life

away from all those people.

Well, you're wrong,

I didn't do anything.

I see...they were

too quick for you!

- But listen...

- You needn't explain

Who am I to judge?

After all, you're a fellow creature.

Now, you take this...

It's alright...

You need it more than I do.

Don't you really know

who I am?

Just because you know who I am,

doesn't mean I know who you are.

I haven't any idea

who you are.

You mean you've

never seen me before?

No.

As a matter of fact,

I'm sorry I haven't.

You're rather attractive

in an elementary sort of way.

Can't you manage to be

a little less personal?

Sure...

How do you like New York?

I loathe it...I loathe all cities.

Fine...that's 2 of us.

This your carriage?

It's my family's.

They're smothering me.

You look alright.

Trying to marry me off

to a man I don't love.

A rough, coarse brute,

who I detest.

This can't go on, that's horrible...

It's medieval...You've got to

pull yourself out of this.

True! They're selling me

to a libertine!

Get out...break away...be free!

Oh...if only I could!

If only I could be alone

on the mountain top...

with the sunshine...with the stars...

Listen to me...there's a destiny

in this...I've been sent to save you.

You've got to come with me!

- Come with...

- Don't speak...

I'm going away...far away

from cities and people...

...and you've got to

come with me.

- I don't...

- You don't have to know my name.

I don't have to know

your name.

All that matters is that 2 free people

with a world behind them...

Somebody stole my watch!

It's 27 minutes past 3!

I'm late, I have to go.

Go where?

Baby's home!

So you DID get drunk?

Bare-faced plastered!

All for me?

Ali brought you these.

He's in New York...he telephoned you

16 times this afternoon.

Only 16?

I must be losing my grip!

Miss Cherry...you want me to pack

your winter sports clothes, too?

What's going on here?

I have something to tell you.

We're sailing at midnight

for Europe.

That would be Lucy's idea.

Yes, it occurred to her

just after those arrived.

She's got to keep out

of my life.

I won't go to Europe...

She can't make me go to Europe...

I won't...I won't...I...

Yes I will.

Dear little old Europe.

It must be beautiful in December.

Of course I'll go!

Horace is going too.

No...really...a family party!

Lucy thinks of everything!

Sarah dear...do you feel alright?

Boyce dear...I never felt better

in my whole life.

Now...you run along

like a good girl

and tell Lucy that I'm simply

delighted with her plan.

I wish I knew

what you got drunk on...

Something wonderful Boyce...

Something new!

I don't even know

his name myself!

Yet...

Yes, Hilda, you can pack

my winter sports things.

Oh...and be sure to put them

in a separate bag.

Next station Moonsocket...

Moonsocket!

Is it very far to the Simpsons?

Is it?

Is it very far to the Simpsons?

Are you mad at me?

You'll have to speak up...

I'm a bit deaf.

Oh, I thought I'd hurt your feelings.

It wasn't important!

Simpsons having

a prosperous winter.

They got one city boarder

over there already.

Yes? What kind?

I say, what kind?

Kind of a crazy young fella.

Out in the hills

all the time.

That's the one!

You two ll meet, if you're

both stayin' at Simpsons.

Miss...?

I didn't quite catch your name.

I didn't throw it...

My name is Brown.

How's that?

I said my name is Brown.

Oh...Brown...

His name is Smith.

Here we are.

Stop barking Calvin, we heard you.

Mrs Simpson?

I wonder if you could let me

have a room for 3 days.

People generally write ahead

for accommodation.

I know...it was awful stupid of me, but

I'd heard how lovely it was here...

And I just couldn't wait.

Well, now that you're here,

come on in.

And you too, Lem...that baggage

won't walk in by itself.

Rest them there, Lem...

and we won't keep you.

How much

do I owe you?

75 cents and not

a mite more.

It's a long trip from the station

to here.

The same distance

it's always been.

It was a great ride anyway...

thank you Lem!

Thank you!

Well you might...

drat that Lem!

You might as well

see your room...

It's up this way.

This is Miss Hambridge.

She's here for

a nervous breakdown.

That's my husband.

- How do you do!?

- He's fine.

Come on Abner...

bring the new boarder's grips up.

And shut your trapdoor!

This is the Rose Room.

We call it that

on account of the roses.

It's got a very good ring to it.

Right...it will be so peaceful...

Well you get

pretty used to things

when you've had nothing else

for 40 years.

Anything you want?

Is Mr Smith here?

Smith?

Oh, that's who you are?

Well why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

That you're the cousin

he's been expecting.

Oh, so he expected me

to come!

He said you'd be along

any time.

You ARE his cousin,

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