The Happiest Millionaire Page #2

Dr. Donleavy's somewhere between

his office and the hospital.

Keep trying.

Oh, what are you doing?

Me, sir?

Not a thing, sir.

- Well, do something.

- Yes, sir.

Blasted alligator.

- I beg your pardon.

- Treated him like a son.

What exactly would you

like me to do?

Tell the boys to bring in

that emergency kit.

Out the back door,

across the yard to the stable.

Mr. Tony.

Mr. Livingston.

Mr. Tony and Mr. Livingston.

Blasted Benedict Arnold.

That's what he is.

Yes?

Would you tell Miss Biddle

Mr. Taylor is calling?

- Mr. Who?

- Mr. Charles Taylor.

Miss Biddle is expecting me.

Cordy!

Dr. Donleavy must have stopped

to make a house call.

I could be dying.

Indeed you could.

Where's that blasted antiseptic?

Here you are, Pa.

- It's about time.

- We came as soon as we heard.

I left word with

the doctor to call.

What happened, Pa?

Was it really George?

Gentle old George?

Yes, it was gentle old George.

Hey, Pa, what's

Charlie Taylor doing here?

He came to see Cordy.

The answer to a maiden's prayer.

What do you know

about maidens' prayers?

Nothing, Pa.

It's just an expression.

Oh.

But Charlie Taylor?

- Cordy can do better than that.

- I'm sure she can.

When the time comes.

That's pretty good.

Going into vaudeville?

Hi, Tony.

Long time, no see.

- This is my brother, Liv.

- Hiya, sport.

Hi.

- Say, that man in the hall.

- Yeah?

That wasn't your father, was it?

- Who did you think it was?

- I thought he was some kind...

Uh, uh, uh.

Hey, caramel!

They're for Cordy, sport.

Cordy hates caramels.

They stick in her retainer.

But I like caramel.

So does Tony.

Don't you, sport?

Oh, love 'em.

Okay, fellas, that's enough.

Charlie! You've been hiding

your light under a bushel.

Liv, you should feel that.

Hey! What weight do you

fight at, Charlie?

- Fight?

- Boxing.

You do box, don't you?

I prefer other sports.

You don't do it at all?

No.

Liv, he doesn't do it at all.

Aw, Charlie.

You're in trouble.

I don't understand.

Well, if you've got

your eye on Cordy...

? Remember Harry Applegate??

? Yeah, he took

Cordy on a date?

? Oh, what a dapper Dan?

? Pearly teeth and tennis tan?

Remember him well.

? Thought he was a Romeo?

? Tried to kiss our sis,

and, oh!?

? Harry ducked, but too late?

? Father bought him

an upper plate?

? Watch your footwork?

? Better learn

to bob and weave?

? Sister Cordy's

got dynamite up her sleeve?

? What a jab?

? Dynamite up her sleeve?

? What a hook?

? Dynamite up her sleeve?

? Keep your guard up?

Charlie, never lead it

with your right.

You'll get killed that way.

Look, fellas,

let's forget the whole thing.

I didn't come here to do this.

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