As Young as You Feel

[Applause]

#[Instrumental Prelude]

Get a load of the boss, will you?

- What a patron of the arts.

- Shh!

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#[Piccolo Solo]

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#[Orchestra Continues]

[Valet] Mr. Louis McKinley's car!

Mr. Louis McKinley's car!

[Chattering]

- Grandpa! Grandpa!

- Ah, good evening, Alice.

- Gee, Mr. Hodges, you were swell.

- Thank you, my boy.

Why didn't you tell us

you were gonna play a solo?

When you stood up with that

big orchestra, it gave me goose pimples.

- Really? Well, it's nice of you to say so.

- All that applause!

- Very gratifying.

- What'd the maestro think?

He seemed impressed.

Funny. He didn't look so happy to me,

the way he kept looking around.

Oh, why should he have been happy?

Grandpa stole the show.

With nothing but

a little old piccolo too.

- Do you want to drive home with us, Grandpa?

- No, thank you.

Oh, come on, Grandpa. We won't be

doing anything except a little necking.

Maybe you could pick up

a few pointers.

Young man, it may interest you to know that

when I retired from that field some years ago...

necking became a lost art.

- Good night.

- Good night.

What a guy.

Now I understand why Grandma used to

have that awfully pleased look on her face.

Yeah, maybe,

but times have changed.

It takes more than that

to make a go of marriage today.

- Like for instance?

- Like dough, for instance, you dope.

Yes, I know.

You have a theory...

It's not a theory.

It's facts. I pointed out...

All right, Joe. All right.

So we don't get married.

Not until I'm in a financial condition

to support a wife.

- How? In a comfortable wheelchair?

- Sure, if it takes that long.

[Blows Whistle]

I could keep my job.

Lots of girls do.

My dear girl,

as I've pointed out before...

this world happens to be run

on certain economic principles.

- But, Joe...

- Until a man can take care of his own wife...

how can he possibly succeed

in the broader world of finance?

"World of finance!"

Who cares about that?

I want to get married.

Can't you understand that?

M-a-r-r-i-e-d.

Just the same,

we're not getting married...

until I'm assistant head

of the personnel department.

Oh, you... you economic pig head!

Good night!

- Hey, where are you goin'?

- Anywhere you're not!

- All right. Go ahead. Walk!

- [Whistle Blows]

See if I care.

You know I'm right about not getting

married now, don't you, Grandpa?

Young man, kindly do not address me

by that loathsome word "grandpa."

I'm am not your paternal ancestor, and

judging from Alice's remarks last night...

I am not likely to be anytime soon...

even by indirection.

However, my boy,

if you want my candid opinion...

I don't believe the biological urge of which

you both appear to be suffering so acutely...

gives a hoot whether you're

assistant head of personnel or not.

Morning, Dick, my boy.

Good morning, John.

Hodges, John R.

Walters, Robert H.

No! Oh, no!

By the eternal, no!

Grandpa, you're late!

Yes.

- What kept you, Dad?

- Business.

Well, for goodness' sake,

it's about time.

Come on, everybody. I don't want to

be out in that kitchen all night.

You're usually the first one home,

Grandpa. Whatcha been doing?

Playing the piccolo someplace?

I had to see the shop foreman.

- I was fired today.

- You, fired?

Retired, I think they call it.

- What for? What've ya done?

- Nothing, Della.

It seems it's the policy of the company

not to employ people over 65.

- Oh, Grandpa, I'm sorry.

- Thank you, my dear.

How do you like that?

Fired just because you're 65.

Hey, you're really 65, Grandpa?

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