This Happy Breed Page #6

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And the next time you come here

on a Sunday evening...

and start pawing me about and saying love's the most

glorious thing in the world for rich and poor alike...

you're going to get such a smack in the face

you'll wish you'd never been born.

Well, if that's the way you feel,

there isn't any more to be said.

You're dead right. There isn't.

Go on. Get out!

I don't ever want to see you again

as long as I live.

[Crying]

Here you are, Queen.

[Door Closes]

- I enjoyed that, dear.

- [Queenie] I should think you did.

- [Queenie Singing]

- Queenie?

Yes, Dad?

Get Percy in and lock up the back.

I've done the front door.

- All right, Dad.

- Good night, dear.

Just the two of us

[Vocalizing]

Perce?

[Kissing]

Perce, Perce, Perce.

Oh, well, stop out then.

Promise me you won't be too hard on him

tonight, Frank. He looks really done in.

You leave this to me, Ethel.

- Hello, Son.

- Hello, Dad.

- Have a cigarette?

- Oh, yes.

Thanks.

Thanks, Dad.

Well, let's have it and get it over with.

Well, that's easier said than done.

You and me don't, uh,

quite see things the same way, do we?

- No, I suppose not.

- It's a pity too.

I don't see what there is

to be done about it.

- You got any ideas?

- Well, I'm not a kid anymore, you know, Dad.

- I'm grown up now.

- I realize that, all right.

I know you think everything

I believe in is wrong.

That's just where you make a mistake, Son.

I don't think any such thing.

You've got a right to your opinions

same as I've got a right to mine.

Anyone with any sense

knows all about the injustice...

of some people having a lot

and other people having nothing at all.

But where you make a mistake is...

blaming it all on systems and governments.

You've got to go deeper than that to find out

the cause of most of the troubles of this world.

And when you've had a good look,

you'll see, likely as not...

that good old human nature's

at the bottom of the whole thing.

Yes. Well, if everyone had the same chance

as everybody else...

human nature would be better,

wouldn't it?

Well, it doesn't seem as though we're going

to get a chance find that out, does it?

Looks like a bit of a deadlock to me.

Oh, it's no good talking, Dad.

You don't understand. You never will.

Well, you're right there.

Arguing never got anyone anywhere.

But I will give you one bit of advice,

and then we'll call it a day.

- How does that suit?

- What is it?

Well, it's this, Son.

I belong to a generation of men,

most of whom aren't here anymore...

and we all did the same thing for the same

reason, no matter what we thought about politics.

That's all over and done with,

and we're carrying on the best we can...

just as though nothing had happened.

But as a matter of fact,

several things happened...

and one of them was

that this country suddenly got tired.

She's tired now, but the Old Lady's got stamina,

don't you make any mistake about that.

And it's up to us ordinary people

to keep things steady.

That's your job,

and just you remember it.

And the next time you slam out of the house

without a word...

and never let your mother know

where you are and worry her to death...

I'll lather the living daylight

out of you.

All right, Dad.

Now you hop into bed and get some sleep.

All right, Dad.

Good night, Son.

Good night.

Thanks, Dad.

[Laughing, Chattering]

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Oh -

We're going to have our picture taken.

- Oh, no!

- Come on. Yes, now, come on. Smile.

Come one, Vi, give us a nice smile.

Come on, Sam.

We haven't got much time. Come on.

[Chattering]

Nah, love, it's no use crying.

You'll make your nose red.

Besides, it looks as though we've got to

get used to having weddings in our family.

[Big Band]

- [Ends]

- [Applause]

[Fanfare]

Ladies and gentlemen...

the management have pleasure

in presenting the winners...

of our Palais Charleston Competition,

who will give you an exhibition...

Mr. Cyril Alliado

and Miss Queenie Gibbons.

- [Cheering]

- [Resumes]

[Man] Ninepence on the right.

One and three on the left.

That's all at nine.

That's all at ninepence.

A few seats still left at one and three.

Ah, never mind.

Let's try the picturedrome.

- Don't be silly. I can afford it.

- Capitalist.

[Man]

Seats to one of 10 and two of four.

You in at ninepence and one and three.

Your troubles there

are out of style

'Cause Broadway always

wears a smile

A million lights, they flicker there

A million hearts beat quicker there

You know, I don't understand

a word they say.

No, but it's marvelous, isn't it?

Well, they're cutting down the navy

and they're cutting down the army.

The only thing they don't seem

to be cutting down is the unemployed.

- Isn't it awful about poor Mrs. Flint's dress?

- What's the matter with it?

Percy's been curled up on it all night.

Covered it with hairs, he has.

The whole house has been

in an uproar ever since 8:00.

Well, we don't have weddings

every day of the week, do we?

- No, but we're not doing too badly.

- Here, I must go and dress.

- Do you mind if I change the cloth?

- No, I'll give you a hand, Edie.

- [Doorbell Ringing]

- Thanks ever so.

I went with Mrs. Gibbons to the Plough

last night to see the upstairs room.

They've done it up lovely.

We took a look at the cake too.

It's ever so pretty.

Mrs. Gibbons says I can have a bit

to take home to Ernie.

Catch!

Ernie must be getting

quite a big boy now.

He's turned 16, but you'd never think it.

He's short like Dad, you know.

Oh, I see.

He started trying to shave hisself

with Dad's razor.

You'd have died of laughing

if you'd seen him.

- Did he cut himself?

- Not badly. Just took the top off one or two spots.

- Morning, Frank.

- Hello, Bob.

- Well, you got a nice day for it.

- You've said it.

It rained cats and dogs

when I got married.

How's Nora?

Oh, a bit more cheerful this morning.

Doctor said she won't get no better

nor no worse neither.

Just stay about the same.

Where's the happy bridegroom?

[Chuckles] The happy bridegroom's

been locked in the bathroom for the last hour.

Anyone would think he hadn't

had a wash for a month.

Oh. Well, natural anxiety, old man.

I say it's a bit posh going to the South of France

for honeymoon, n'est-ce pas?

- Uh, oui, oui.

- [Chuckles]

Oh, Dad, come up here a minute, will you?

I want some help with my tie.

- Righto, Son. I'll see you later, Bob.

- All right.

How you feeling, Reg? Nervous?

My legs feel a bit funny.

Is Billy nearly ready?

Yes. And he's got the ring too. I saw him

put it in his pocket myself this morning.

- He'll be here in a minute.

- Tell him to get a move on.

Bye-bye, Uncle Bob.

See you in church.

Cheerio, Reg.

- Sorry, Dad.

- That's all right, Son.

Which tie do you think, Dad,

the bow or the long one?

Let's have a look.

Try the bow.

It, uh - It's more dressy.

I'm no good at tying these things, Dad.

All right. I'll give you a hand.

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