Wild Boys of the Road
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- 1933
- 68 min
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Yes, boys, come in.
- Hey!
Ha-ha-ha.
Whoa, gal, settle back on your shafts.
Hey, well, what are you doing?
Coming up for air.
I never saw such a woman.
Always wanting to kiss.
Slowpoke.
Wait a minute, will you?
I want to talk to Eddie.
Well, hurry up.
What are we gonna do about this?
Why, you egg. You mean to tell me
you haven't raised that dough yet?
I thought I had a job this afternoon
caddying, but I didn't get out.
Listen, I got an extra half.
You can have that.
Where will I get the other quarter?
- I got it.
- What?
Harriet.
- What about her?
- Well, listen.
I can get you in
and it won't cost you a cent.
Hey, Harriet, come here.
- Hi, Joe.
- Hey.
Hey, wait a minute. Stop the shoving.
These three with you?
Yeah. Frank and Tommy's
coming right in.
Okay, boy.
Hi, kiddo.
- Hello, Tom.
- Hello.
- Say, you wanna dance with Harriet?
- I'm sorry.
I got a sweet mama over there waiting for
me, boy, and she a honey. Mm-mm.
Hi, Fred.
Say, you wanna dance with Harriet?
Hello, Joe. Nice crowd, huh?
- Say, do you wanna dance with Harriet?
- Where's your ticket?
Ticket? What ticket?
Listen, boy, don't horse around with me.
Mr. Mackintosh here told me
how you got in.
Say, listen, Joe, have a heart.
I'm broke,
but I'll get the money for you somehow.
I'm sorry, but you know
what we said at class meeting.
Hey, Ralph.
- Oh, now, look, fellows.
- Come on, Ralph. Out with him.
Hey, look!
Don't put me out, Joe.
I'm not dancing, am I?
I only came because
Harriet wanted to come.
She didn't have anyone to bring her.
You're talking to Simon Legree, boy.
Come on, out.
Hey, you eggs, what's the idea?
Don't let them get rough.
Take a poke at somebody.
Now, wait a minute, Eddie.
He hasn't any ticket.
Okay, if he hasn't got a ticket,
he'll go out.
But he'll walk out, see?
- Harriet, Grace, come on.
What's the matter?
Come on, everyone.
Oh, gee, Eddie, you make me
feel like a heel, spoiling all your fun.
Forget it.
The music wasn't so hot anyway.
Didn't you think so?
I don't know.
I didn't get a chance to try it.
All I did was lose my hat and coat.
I hid them.
But I'll get them for you tomorrow.
Last one in the bus is a rotten egg.
Hang on, kids. Here comes the anchor.
Oh, heck.
- What's the matter?
- Somebody stole our gas.
- Come on.
- Get out.
Hey, there's one over there.
Aw. That would be like
stealing milk from a baby.
Oh, come on.
Come on, put it in. Well, put it in.
There goes half of it.
Say, where are we going tonight?
I don't know. Maybe we'll go downtown.
Do you feel like eating?
Let's not go downtown, huh, Eddie?
Why not?
Just because.
What's the matter with you lately?
at night anymore.
How much of that stuff do you want?
You must have nearly two gallons already.
That's enough. Hold it.
Scram.
Oh.
Giddap, Napoleon.
Hold it, you.
She's headed for the barn!
You think your mother will kick?
I don't know. I haven't asked her yet.
Oh, gee whiz.
If we're gonna get married
in three or four years...
...don't you think maybe you ought
to kind of start hinting that we're engaged?
You know, so it won't be so sudden-like?
Uh-huh.
I never saw such a woman.
Always wanting to kiss, kiss, kiss.
- I'm so cold.
- Well, you'd better go in, then.
Harriet, march yourself in this
Darn it all.
have any fun.
No, but she's helped me out
a lot of times.
Hey, why didn't you wanna
go downtown tonight?
I don't know.
I guess I was afraid
we might run into my mother.
Your mother? What's the matter?
Didn't she know
you were going out with a girl tonight?
Eddie, if I tell you something, will you
promise me you won't tell anybody?
I won't even open my mouth.
For the past week, we've been getting
our eats from the community chest.
Honest?
Oh, you egg.
Why didn't you tell me
things were that bad?
Gee, I thought your mother got a job.
She worked four days
in the last five months.
Whew.
The tough part is she's got a little money
coming in from a fellow we rent a room to.
It'd be just about enough
to barely keep her.
But with me on her hands...
You listen to me, Tommy.
I'll talk to my dad.
He'll help you and your mother.
You watch and see.
We don't want anybody to know
we're up against it.
Besides, I'm quitting school tomorrow.
Gonna look for a job.
Well, listen, you lug,
will you wait till I talk to my father?
Say, if he could only get me a job
with the cement company...
Why, you dumbbell,
you couldn't lift a bag of cement.
- You couldn't even lift a bag of feathers.
- Who says so?
- I say so.
- You're full of dishwater.
- Who?
- You.
- Why, you...
- Can I lift a bag of cement or not?
Hey, look out.
Well, a miss is as good as a mile.
Boy, you're telling me.
Hey, you scared me.
I thought everybody was in bed.
What are you doing up so late, Dad?
Oh, just checking over a few things.
Say, Ma,
you should have saw Grace tonight.
"Seen Grace. "
You been crying?
Why, no. What would I be crying about?
Say good night to Father and go to bed.
Good night, Edward.
- Good night.
Say, Dad,
could you do something for Tommy?
Tommy who?
Tommy Gordon.
His dad's dead and, well, his mother
hasn't worked in a long time.
- And I thought maybe...
- Just a minute, Edward.
I may as well tell you now as later.
You were right,
your mother has been crying.
Why? What's the matter?
Tonight, I finished up
at the cement company.
I've been laid off indefinitely.
Oh, gee, Dad. No fooling.
You're old enough
to realize the seriousness of it.
It's not easy for a man of my age
to step right into another position.
So for a while, we'll all have
to economize till I find something.
Oh, I will. I'll cut down on everything.
Gee, it's too bad Mom had to order me
that new suit yesterday.
No, I'm sorry, dear. I'm afraid
we'll have to cancel that tomorrow.
Oh, I don't know.
I guess we can stand the suit.
No, sir, nothing doing.
I didn't like it, did I, Ma?
Remember?
I said I didn't want a gray one.
Because it looked
too much like my brown one.
Remember?
Yes, I remember you didn't like it.
Come, get to bed. It's getting late.
Good night, Dad.
Good night, son.
Good night, dear.
- Hello, Dad.
- Son.
- No luck, huh?
- Not very much.
Saw Jenkins at the lumber company.
He didn't give me
very much encouragement.
Oh, well. Don't you worry.
You'll get something soon now.
Go wash up. Luncheon's ready.
Well, I'd say about $ 15.
Oh, gee, Mr. Cadmust.
Eddie paid $ 14
two months ago for those tires.
Yes, and not counting that pbbt horn
that you sold me yourself for 65 cents.
Well, I don't know if she's worth 15.
She may run,
but there's no telling how long.
Sounds to me like
a cracked cylinder head or...
Or a broken clutch plate.
Maybe there's a rough bearing or two.
As far as the body goes,
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