Yours, Mine and Ours Page #10

step forward, please.

You are married to the mother

of these children?

- Yes, sir.

- Has your wife consented...

...to adoption of the minor children?

- It was her idea.

If I'm gonna be adopted,

why can't I talk?

Don't question the workings

of a democracy, young man.

At least until you're 7.

- Has your wife consented?

- Yes, sir.

Will you execute an agreement

in the presence of the court...

...that the children shall

be treated in all respects as your...?

All right. Thank you.

That the children shall be treated in

every respect as your lawful children...

...and shall hereafter be known

as Colleen Marie Beardsley...

...Janette Dean Beardsley...

...Nicholas Richard Beardsley...

...Thomas Roderick Beardsley...

...Jean Louise Beardsley...

...Phillip Anthony Beardsley...

- I'm legal.

Gerald Joseph Beardsley...

...and Teresa Rose Beardsley.

Will you hand these to the clerk,

please? Thank you.

Helen North Beardsley.

Yes, sir.

There's been great fear expressed

by many people...

...that no one woman can give

this large number of children...

...sufficient attention and affection...

...to allow them to grow up

in a healthy atmosphere.

But in this court's investigation of your

home, the reverse seems to be true.

All the children seem to be happy,

well-fed and normal...

...the house amazingly clean

and in good order.

My wife has two children,

one poodle and a full-time maid...

...and can't seem to manage anything.

What is your secret?

Well, sir, a great deal of love...

...a little discipline...

...and a husband

who doesn't criticise.

Michael Francis Beardsley...

...Charles William Beardsley...

...and so forth and so forth Beardsley.

Will the minors step forward, please?

- Michael Francis Beardsley, do you...?

- Yes, sir, I do.

I haven't asked the question yet.

I leave for Camp Pendleton in an hour.

I was trying to speed things up.

Besides, it doesn't matter much

what this court does.

You see, we held our

own meeting yesterday.

If you're interested in democracy,

Helen North Beardsley...

...was unanimously elected

our mother, for life.

Three cheers for

Helen North Beardsley.

Mommy, pick me up!

Mommy, pick me up!

- Oh, here he comes.

- Here he comes.

Well, let's not get sticky about this.

Never saw you carry a bag

for your mother.

- Mom's not in the Marines.

- That's what you think.

Mike, I know this sounds crazy, but it's

gonna be lonesome around here.

With this mob?

Good luck. You sure you don't want

us to drive you to the bus station?

No, thanks, Dad. I'd rather walk.

Bye, Mike.

So long, Mike.

- Now, you take it easy, Phillip.

- Okay.

I don't know what to say.

How about Washington's farewell

to the troops?

Well, so long.

Don't everybody write at once, huh?

- So long, Mike.

- Goodbye, Mike.

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