You Can't Take It with You Page #7

that we are willing to be reasonable.

She's probably from some dull,

middle-class family.

As soon as Tony sees us together,

he'll realize how impossible the situation is.

Yeah. That, I take it,

is what is known as being subtle.

Yes.

Come here a minute, Donald.

Donald, look and see if you see a man

standing in front of the house.

What are you so excited about?

There's been a man following me lately

when I'm out delivering candy.

Maybe he wants a piece of candy.

What's the matter, Alice? Are you jealous?

- Do you want to break your leg, too?

- I got to do it without holding on.

Let me have a piece of paper.

We ought to make a list out for Rheba

for tomorrow night.

Let Rheba have the kitchen

all day tomorrow, won't you?

- She'll need it.

- Yes, Alice.

That's why I'm making

my Love Dreams now, so I'll be way ahead.

Thank you.

Mother, tomorrow, before the Kirbys come...

...let them put everything down in the cellar,

the typewriter, the kittens, the vibraphone...

The Kirbys are certainly going

to get the wrong impression of this house.

Guess I'd better have cocktails at 7:00.

I wonder if I ought to let Rheba

cook the dinner.

Stop worrying, Alice.

From what I've seen of the boy,

the Kirbys are probably very nice...

...and if things aren't too elaborate

tomorrow night, why, it will be all right, too.

Darling, I'm not trying to impress them,

or pretend we're anything that we aren't.

We'll do everything we can

to make it a nice party.

- Will you, Mother?

- Of course, dear.

- Does Richard know where to go?

- Yes, I told him, Dad.

Why did it have to be tonight?

I have more important things to do.

I didn't want to trouble you,

but Alice wanted you to meet her family.

There you are, Anthony.

She may be very nice after all.

Why, Mother, you're breaking down.

Heaven only knows what they'll have to eat.

You know how sensitive my stomach is.

Do we have to go there for dinner?

- There are sure to be some vegetables.

- Probably raw. Mine have got to be cooked.

Mrs. Sycamore, look what I found.

Oh, it's my painting of you

as the discus thrower.

- Look, Grandpa.

- You remember, it was over eight years ago.

I meant to finish it, then I got started

on my plays and I never painted again.

It's just as well.

I'd have been the next one to strip.

I wish you would finish it.

I'd kind of like to have it.

Would you? Perhaps I will.

Right tonight. Is the costume

and the easel still in the cellar?

Sure. I saved them.

You go and get them, Mr. DePinna.

I'll find my palette and brushes.

- Hello, everybody.

- Hello, Kolenkhov.

- Grandpa, I am in time for dinner, no?

- Of course you are.

That is why I like to come...

What is that?

That's a picture of Mr. DePinna.

Penny painted it.

It stinks.

I'm sorry to keep you, Mr. Kolenkhov.

My Love Dreams were on the stove.

I'll get into my dancing clothes.

My Pavlova, you are like a beautiful swan.

Essie making any progress, Kolenkhov?

Confidentially, she stinks.

As long as she's having fun.

My, it feels nice

to get into my art things again.

- You're a breath of Paris, Madame

- Thank you.

It happened again.

A man followed me every place I went.

I'm ready, Mrs. Sycamore.

Where are you going to work?

- Right here.

- All right, Grandpa?

I'd forgotten that costume was so classical.

Your expression, Mr. DePinna. There.

I'm ready now, Mr. Kolenkhov.

Good. We go to work.

We'll roll up the carpet, Ed.

- I got a new piece. Can I play it?

- There are no new pieces.

Play that Brahms' Hungarian dance.

I feel so good.

Life is running around inside of me

like a squirrel.

Well, my Pavlova, now we work.

Kolenkhov always said

art is 110 percent sweat.

That is better.

- Ready, Eddie?

- Yes, sir.

Pirouette.

Faster, Eddie.

Mrs. Sycamore, please.

Mr. and Mrs. Kirby.

- Faster.

- Mrs. Sycamore.

- Mrs. Sycamore.

- Go away, Rheba. I'm busy now.

- Pull your stomach in a little, Mr. DePinna.

- I know, but, Mrs. Sycamore...

Oh, my.

Oh, darling.

Please, all those.

Here, dear.

Take that.

- Are we too early?

- I'll say.

It's perfectly all right.

Why, of course. Only we thought it was

to be tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow night?

- That's funny.

- Really, Tony, this is most embarrassing.

- No, we weren't doing a thing.

Just having a quiet evening at home.

Yes, but don't let that bother you.

Please come in.

Come in, won't you?

- This is Alice's mother.

- How do you do?

Alice's sister and Mr. Carmichael...

...her husband.

And this is Mr. Kolenkhov.

And the discus thrower is Mr. DePinna.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Excuse my costume. I'll take it right off.

Jim.

Alice.

What is it?

Will you come down?

We have a big surprise for you.

Be right down.

Won't you take your things off?

Will you take your father's coat?

Hang it up over there. Shall I...

I'm very uncomfortable, Tony.

This is all very embarrassing.

Now, anybody can get mixed up.

A chair for Mrs. Kirby.

Get that out of the way.

The rug, dear, the rug.

That one for Mrs. Kirby, I think.

And that one for Mr. Kirby.

Ed, get that chair.

Thank you.

- Thank you, Ed.

- Yes, sir.

What about some dinner

for these good people?

After all, they did come for dinner,

you know.

- Please don't bother.

- It's no bother at all.

Tell Donald to run to Murphy's

and get half a dozen bottles of beer.

And some canned salmon.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Kirby, do you like canned salmon?

Don't trouble, please. I'm not hungry.

We're having frankfurters, but I don't think

there will be enough now that you've come.

Make it frankfurters, and tell Donald to get...

Tell Donald to get a dozen more

and an extra can of corn.

- See if Rheba has enough sauerkraut.

- All right.

- Tell Donald to hurry.

- Yes.

It won't take long.

Murphy's delicatessen is right next door.

The pipe.

This is Alice's father.

Mr. and Mrs. Kirby.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

I hope you'll pardon my appearance.

I couldn't find my other pants in the cellar.

It's quite all right.

Without holding!

Oh, my.

What do you think, Alice?

They thought it was tonight.

Tony, don't you remember what...

- Have you all met?

- Oh, yes.

I'm so confused.

I had such a nice party planned

for tomorrow night.

Perhaps we can come back again

tomorrow night.

Yes, of course.

- Sit down, Mr. Kirby.

- Thank you.

Mother, I guess we'd better see

about getting dinner.

Oh, that's all done, Alice.

He didn't touch second.

Mother, what did you send out for?

Mr. Kirby should have told you

that he suffers from indigestion.

Now, Miriam. It isn't as serious as all that.

Perhaps it is not indigestion.

Perhaps it is stomach ulcers.

Ulcers?

Don't pay any attention to Mr. Kolenkhov.

He's Russian and the Russians

are inclined to look on the dark side.

All right, I'm Russian, but a friend of mine,

a Russian, died from stomach ulcers.

Mr. Kolenkhov, Mr. Kirby has indigestion

and that's all.

All right, let him wait.

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