Synopsis: Attorney, Purdom, and singer, Damone, romance two sisters, Reynolds and Powell, who live with and are strongly influenced by eccentric, health oriented and star gazing grandparents.
Director(s): Richard Thorpe
Production: MGM
95 min

Take it easy, Girls! Plenty of time.

Go to your seats.

Slow down! Slow down, will ya!

You'll see him, you'll hear him!

You can even even touch him, but don't hurry!

Sit down now, Girls, there'll be

no autographs until after the show.

Sit down now, please, sit down!

The moment I saw her smile,

I knew she was just my style.

but it's clear to see

there's no hope for me.

Though I live at 51-35

Kennsington Avenue

and she lives at 51-33.

How can I ignore

the girl next door?

I love her more than I can say.

Doesn't try to please me,

doesn't even tease me,

and she never sees me glance her way.

And though I'm heart sore

the girl next door,

affection for me won't display.

I just adore her,

so I can't ignore her,

the girl next door.

I just adore her,

so I can't ignore her,

the girl next door.

Thanks, Scotty.

Thanks, Kids, that was fine.

Now, remember I want you all

here by 8:
30 Tuesday night.

You're on the air at 9:00.

Thanks again.

- You are Johnny Nyle, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.

It's such a pleasure to come

face to face with you at last.

The pleasure's all mine.

I'm glad you feel that

way, this is for you.


That won't be necessary,

it's a subpoena.

A subpoena?


I don't want it!

I'm sorry, Mr. Nyle, but without

an appointment, you can't see Mr. Shaw.

But I only got this 20 minutes ago.

I mean business, Miss Seely.

I want to be a client.

He has a client.

Who referred you to Mr. Shaw?

- I was in the Navy with The Lieutenant.

- So were several million others.

Look, it's not gonna hurt

you to ask him, will it?

Just tell Papi Shaw that

Gunner's Mate, 3rd. Class,

Johnny Nyle is out here to see him

and in mighty, big trouble.

- Please smile for the next one, Mr. Shaw.

- I was smiling.

Okay, but make it a big one

for the next one, show your teeth.

I'm not selling toothpaste,

I'm running for Congress.

C'mon, Adam, give 'em a big smile.

I have great respect for your

political wisdom, Mr. Tremaine,

but I will not pose like this.

Thank you, Mr. Shaw,

thank you, Gentlemen.

Now, wait a minute!

You have to co-operate

with the press more, Adam

What's the matter with you,

don't you want to get elected?

I most certainly do, Mr. Tremaine.

My family has had a long and

distinguished record in public life.

My grandfather was governor of

Massachusetts, Father was a senator.

But they did not get there by

back-slapping and kissing babies.

And they had an advantage

that you don't have,

they didn't look as young as you do.

You know, you're a difficult

candidate to put across.

All we had was your background

and your war record.

It's very impressive, but I'd rather have

a picture of you with a wife and kids.

Perhaps you and Beth can get

married during the campaign, Adam.

Nothing ages a man like marriage, Adam.

Thanks, but I doubt if we could arrange

to have a family in time for the election.

- What is it, Miss Seely?

- There is a Mr. Nyle outside.

Has he an appointment?

No, Sir.

Then I can't see him.

Anything else?

Yes, the nursery called and said if

those peach trees are dead, it's your fault.

No such thing! Find out how

late they're open today.

I'll buy you a million peach trees,

c'mon, let's talk about the campaign.

First things first, this is a

matter of principle with me.

There is no fiduciary feeling in

trade anymore, no tradition, no standards.

We've become a nation of

fools, faddists, and fakes.

Well, it sounds very snappy, but what makes

you think the public will understand it?

You take my advice, Adam, practice smiling.

You coming, Wendell?

You do have a nice personality, Adam.

- And fine teeth.

- Thank you.

Well, Miss Seely, what is it?

That Mr. Nyle, it's Gunner's Mate,

3rd Class Johnny Nyle.

He said to tell Papi Shaw

he's in big trouble.

Oh, that Nyle.

Yes, improvident type, probably broke.

Show him in.

- Hello, Lieutenant.

- Hello, Johnny, good to see you.

- In trouble?

- Um-huh.

- How much?

- Thirty thousand dollars worth.

Johnny, we don't handle criminal cases.

Oh, it's not like that.

This guy used to be my agent,

he never got me work, so I fired him,

got myself another agent that got me work.

Now the first agent comes back in

the picture and wants the usual ten percent.

I see, the usual...

- You earned three hundred thousand dollars?

- Um-huh.

Now, let's start from the beginning,

what did you do to earn all this money?

These are by P which is Greek to me.

I sing in television, radio,

records, night clubs.

You get all that money singing?

I guess you wouldn't call it

singing, I'm a... a crooner.

There ought to be a law against that.

It's no joke, look, I

got a television show,

a nightclub appearance

and a recording date,

and this piece of paper says I can't work.

You just gotta help me, Lieutenant.

Our practice is limited to estates,

trusts, corporate problems.

However, from what you tell me,

it does seem terribly unfair.

Of course, I'd need more than your word.

Do you have anything in writing?

I've saved every scrap of paper.

Good, then collect them together

and bring them to my house at five o'clock.

Miss Seely.


Give Mr. Nyle my home address, and

no more calls today, please.

I'm going out about those peach trees.

I've sold thousands of peach trees,

from the same stock as yours

and there's been one complaint.

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William Ludwig

William Ludwig (May 16, 1912 – February 7, 1999) was an American screenwriter. He won, with Sonya Levien, an Oscar for "Best Writing, Story and Screenplay" in 1955 for Interrupted Melody. Other notable works include the screenplay for the 1955 production of Oklahoma!. Ludwig graduated from Columbia University in 1932. He died of complications from Parkinson disease. more…

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