You're Telling Me! Page #5

Don't be so stiff. | Relax! Relax!

How can you | in this armor?

Sam, you look marvelous.

Oh, thanks, thanks, thanks. | Marie, you're a prince.

Princess... Princess! | Oh, yeah, Princess.

Your Highness, | won't you come in?

Your Highness, may I | present Mr. Robert Murchison?

How do you do? | Not Bob Murchison?

Really!

You're Pauline's fiance, | are you not?

Not yet, Your Highness,

but I still have hopes. | Well...

And this is Mr. Phil | Cummings. How do you do?

She's a darling! She's the | finest lady I ever met in my life.

Except you | and your mother.

Thanks, Dad.

Don't drink | too much tonight.

No, I won't.

That's an idea.

Won't you sit down, | Your Highness? Certainly.

Come and sit with me. | Thank you.

What a marvelous match | they will make.

Take off those spats! | Huh?

And come right in here!

Oh, yeah, I'll have them right | off in a minute. I'll be right in.

Hey, you boys stick around.

There's going to be | turkey and ice cream later.

Samuel! | Yes, dear? Yes, dear?

Yes, dear?

Take that junk with you. | Yes, dear? Coming, dear.

Your Highness, friends,

I have a little | surprise for you.

It gives me great pleasure to announce | the engagement of my son, Robert,

to Miss Pauline Bisbee.

Formal announcements | will follow by mail.

Congratulations! | Congratulations!

...be here, and everything. | I'm enjoying it.

Murchie, | you're a good scout.

I'm beginning to like you. Oh?

If you want a little | snort of gin later on,

I know where there's | some stashed away,

out here in the closet...

You play golf, of course, Your | Graceness? I mean, Your High Royalness.

Yes, but very badly, I'm | afraid. How fortunate!

We're opening our new | country club tomorrow.

I'm going to ball off | the first tee.

If you really | want to please me,

let me come and watch my dear friend,

Sam Bisbee, | open the new course.

Sam Bisbee? Sam?

It would | make me very happy.

Anything | Your Highness desires.

I'm afraid I can't do it. | I just hurt my foot.

Will you make an announcement, | please? Certainly.

Ladies and gentlemen!

I wish to | announce the opening

of our new course

tomorrow afternoon sharp.

Our esteemed friend, Mr. Sam | Bisbee will kick off the first tee.

I mean, will knock off the first green.

Shall we all go in to | dinner, Your Honor? Delighted.

His Honor has | a beautiful bun on.

You know, I have | a set of golf clubs.

They were left to me | by my grandfather.

He was an inventor, too, | you know.

That's fine, Sam. | You'll do all right.

Marie, this princess stuff is | working like a million dollars.

Keep it up! Keep it up!

Fish eggs!

All right, folks. | Step this way.

We're about to start | the festivities.

I'm depending a lot upon you.

I was never on a golf course | in my life before.

Don't worry. | Neither was I.

I don't like | that boy's face.

Why, he's the best caddy | they have in the club.

He don't know | from nothing.

Well, pretend you know.

Talk as though | you know all about it.

Well, I'll do | the best I can.

This is a happy day, | Mrs. Bisbee.

Do you know, | I'm really quite worried.

I don't believe he ever hit | a golf ball in his life.

Don't worry, Mother. | He'll try anything once.

Hey! Get out... | Hey!

Mr. Bisbee!

Ladies and gentlemen, as | Chairman of the Greens Committee,

it gives me | great pleasure to announce

that Mr. Sam Bisbee will knock | the first ball off the course.

I thank you | for your confidence.

Going to be a great help, | that boy.

I haven't played since playing in | the Thousand Islands, years ago.

What are you doing? Stop | that! Stop it! Stand still.

Put it... Put the bag down. | Go! What are you doing?

I haven't played since playing in | the Thousand Islands, many years ago.

I used to be in the dressing | business up there.

In the early days | in the Thousand Islands,

we used to tee off on one | island and drive to the other.

How far is it from | one island to the other?

About a mile.

Really? | You could drive a mile?

We used to putt | a quarter of a mile.

Of course, we had to | have the wind behind us.

Little too much whip | in that club, nimrod.

Now stand clear, boy, | and keep your eye on the ball.

By the way, did you | bring a ball with you?

Wonderful!

Now, stand...

You don't play golf | with these things.

There's a marvelous club. | Bought that club in Europe.

Where's that club | I bought in India?

Let me see | that Indian club...

Never mind. | Wait a minute.

I bought a wonderful club | in Toronto.

Did you? Yeah, give | me that Canadian club.

This is a very remarkable | piece of wood...

I told you to hide that | and not let anyone see it...

You know | I never use tobacco.

That's no good.

Now, stand clear, boy, | and keep your eye on the ball.

Ah, just as I thought. | It's warped.

Try this putting niblick.

Putting niblick?

A putting niblick!

Oh, that's much better. | Ah, that's much better.

Now, stand clear, boy, | and keep your eye on the ball.

Stand clear!

Stop it!

Now, you stand clear and | keep your eye on this ball.

Sorry to have | lost my temper.

Stand clear!

Quite a breeze!

You stand still, will you?

Maybe this'll help a bit.

Stand still and keep | your eye on this ball.

I never should have had | a caddy in the first place.

Go on and hit it, Sam. | They're all watching you.

Well, I know, | but this chap keeps...

Stay still if I have | to choke you to death!

Awfully sorry I keep | losing my temper...

Godfrey Daniel!

It's chocolate custard. | I'm dripping.

I was a fool to ever | bring a caddy with me.

Go away! Go away!

Look at that thing!

Got the pie on there, yeah.

Put your foot on that.

Now stand clear and keep | your eye on the ball.

Look at that thing. | It's still going that way.

I was a fool for | ever having a caddy.

Hope they can't see this.

Come on, go away.

You know, when you first | suggested the caddy I...

I was against it | right from the start.

I wanted to carry | the clubs myself.

But of course when you...

Don't get | too annoyed, Sam.

I'm not annoyed, | only...

I look like... I look | like a fool out here.

All these people, | they're...

You stand clear and keep | your eye on this ball.

I think I'll hit it now.

You see? Sorry...

There it goes again. | Come on.

There's your pie!

You stand clear and keep | your eye on this ball!

Take that!

I hope you lose your nail.

I really don't. I'm only fooling, | pretending I do, you know.

That's strange. It was | around here just a minute ago.

There it is. | Huh?

There. | Where?

There. | Huh?

On the end of your club, | Sam.

So it is, so it is!

What a dunce I feel like. Oh!

Stop that, will you!

You stand clear and keep | your eye on this ball!

Excuse me, please. Excuse | me, please. Excuse me, please.

Is that Mr. Bisbee? | Yes, Sam Bisbee.

Oh, thanks.

Stand clear, boy, | and keep your eye on the ball.

Mr. Bisbee! Robbins, | National Tire Company.

Yeah, glad to see you again, | Mr. Robbins.

We found your car, | tested your tires.

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