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Sure. Hop in.

Swell. Come on.

Come on.

Come here! Where ya going?

Get in there!

Hey, hey, hey.

This cab is taken.

Here you go. Catch.

Would you hold that?

Excuse me. Oh.

Get a load of this!

Elsie, you sit down here, honey.

We'll be back in a minute. All right.

Go ahead, honey.

You listen to the music.

Mm-hmm!

So glad you could come.

Oh, thank you.

Where is it?

Where do we go?

Oh, right in here.

Excuse me.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

A beautiful affair, Mrs. Van

Cleve. Thank you, Mrs. Winthrop.

My dance, Queen Elizabeth!

Oh, my!

I suppose there were wolves,

even in her time.

Gloria, where is Peter Evans? He's

coming as a taxi driver, Mother.

He said he'd wear a meter

and charge me to dance with him.

Only the richest bachelor in the world

could afford to be that whimsical.

You'll have to reach an understanding

with him this weekend.

That's the whole point of

our giving a weekend party, isn't it,

to throw us together again

in fond hope?

My dear, I am only suggesting a

merger of the family treasures.

And you, darling, happen

to be the Winthrop treasure.

I beg your pardon? Are you

the plumbers from Atlas?

I'm the plumber.

He's my helper, but no help.

Where's the trouble?

Walk this way.

Walk this way.

Good evening, sir.

How are you?

Wait a minute. You can't go in

there. That's a private party.

What about it?

Well, they'll throw you out.

They didn't throw you out. No, they've

been very nice about letting me sit here.

They should. You add a lot of

glamour to this little clambake.

That's a fine way

for a cabbie to talk.

- When you get in costume, you really work at it.

- Of course.

Say, I thought I knew

all the cab drivers around here.

Who are you?

Peter Evans.

The Peter Evans? Are you kidding?

No, come on in.

I'll get you a couple of affidavits.

Come on.

I go to all these society column

outings. You're a new face.

As a matter of fact,

you're a novelty all over.

Shh. You must be quiet.

Mr. Van Cleve is a very nervous man

and he's trying to sleep.

Shh!

What was that?

It's me, sweetheart.

Well, stop fooling around

and come to bed.

Hey, Eddie, what are you doin' in the

bathtub? This ain't Saturday night.

I know it, Albert.

Look out. I don't wanna hurt your

foot. You don't wanna hurt my foot?

Yes, you're my friend.

Why, thank you.

Help me out of here, Albert.

Okay, kid.

Take it easy now, Albert.

Be quiet. There's...

Don't strain yourself, Albert.

There's a guy sleeping in

the next room. Yeah, I know.

Okay, kid.

That's swell.

Shh! Shh!

Come here! Come here!

Shh.

Don't tell me to shush!

Get over here!

Stand still when I talk to ya. There's

the drip over there. Do ya see it?

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