Cheaper by the Dozen

This is Providence...

Providence, Rhode Island,

where we lived in the year 1921.

I was 16 then

and a sophomore in high school.

But enough about me,

for this is not my story...

but the story of our family

and, first and foremost...

the story of my father

and my mother.

Dad... Frank Bunker Gilbreth...

was an industrial engineer...

- and a leader in the field

of scientific management.

If that sounds complicated,

just say that he was an efficiency expert...

a man who'd shown industry

how to save time.

He was a man

of definite character...

and once his course was set,

nothing could swerve him.

Road hog!

Whenever he came home from a business trip...

- even if he'd been away only for a day,

He brought with him an element

of surprise and suspense.

For there's no doubt about it.

Dad was a rugged individualist...

Brilliant but... well, let's face it...

a trifle eccentric,

Living by a code

ofhis own design.

It's Daddy! It's Daddy!

Hello, live bait.

- Hello, Dad. Glad you're home.

- Glad to be home, Anne.

- Hi, Dad. I was over on the lot.

- Hmm. So I see.

Eighteen seconds. Not bad, not bad.

But I still say we should make it in less.

- We gotta keep trying.

- Hello, Frank.

- Hello, dear.

- How was your trip?

- Couldn't have been better.

- I'm glad, dear.

Hi, there, funny face.

Have any trouble with the offspring this time?

- No more than usual.

- How about this one?

- Oh, she's been good as gold.

- Hey, Dad...

what did you bring us?

Quiet, quiet.

You'll find out later.

Fall in. Fall in.

Come on, there, small fry.

Mm-hmm.

Good boy, Jackie.

Dan.

You, there.

What's your name... Sitting Bull?

Aw, you haven't forgotten me, Daddy.

I'm Fred.

- Fred? Fred what?

- Fred Sittin Bull.

- How!

- How!

All right, let's see your nails.

Hmm, you could stand a little soap

and water on those hands, young man.

Aw, heck, Dad. What's the good of always

washing 'em? They only get dirty again.

That's a risk

we have to take.

- Lillian, I thought I told you

not to bite your nails.

- I didn't bite 'em, Daddy.

- They broke off on the piano.

- Then maybe you'd better

go back to the violin.

- Oh-oh. How many home runs today?

- Two.

Slipping, huh?

All right, Martha.

Still dieting?

Kinda.

Very nice, Mary. Ernestine.

Mm-hmm.

What's that

on your face? Paint?

No, it isn't. And besides, Dad,

they don't call it paint anymore. It's makeup.

I don't care what they call it.

And don't think you can fool me, either.

I know paint when I see it.

Here. Spit on this.

Hm. Well, I see it isn't paint,

and I apologize.

But it might have been. As I've told you,

I won't have any painted women in this house.

- If you start any of that nonsense,

you'll find yourself...

- In a convent.

Yes, Daddy, I know...

the one with the 12-foot wall, near Albany.

Don't be impertinent.

Now, you'll find the chocolate bars

there in my briefcase. Fall out. Fall out.

- Well, Lillie, it's all settled.

- Is it, dear?

- Yes, ma'am... signed, sealed

and ready for delivery.

- Good.

- What is? What is?

- What's ready for delivery, Dad?

- Shall I?

- They'll have to know sooner or later.

All right. Hey, small fry, how would you kids

like to live in Montclair, New Jersey?

- Montclair?

- You mean leave Providence?

- I don't know how else you'd do it.

- Oh, but why? Why?

- Well, because it'd be nearer my work.

- But, gee, Dad.

- I'm shortstop on our team.

- And I'm pitcher.

There's plenty of time before school starts.

You can form a new team in Montclair.

But we don't wanna form a new team.

We wanna be on the one we're on.

- Who wants to live in Montclair?

- You promised when we moved here

we could stay.

- Just when we were makir friends too.

- It's all right now, lady.

I got them marbles and the comb out,

and I think most of the bird's nest.

- Anyway, it works just as good as ever.

- I'll send you a check.

- That's all right. Will you just sign here?

- Aw, Dad, please...

Be quiet, all of you!

- Stop this infernal howling.

- But, Dad...

- Stop it!

- All these kids yours, mister?

Or is this a picnic?

They're all mine, and believe me,

it's no picnic.

- Aw, look...

- Silence!

After a few days of organized confusion...

we were packed

and ready to depart.

And I might add that

Ringling Brothers'Circus had nothing on us.

- Hurry up there, Frank.

- Get off my feet!

Be sure everything's out of the house

before you leave, Jim.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Gilbreth.

We'll take care of everything.

Have a nice trip.

We'll see you Friday morning.

Yes, we'll meet the train.

Hey, Bill. Come on, there.

Hurry up.

- Come on. Foolish Carriage is getting restless.

- I'm comir, Dad.

Come on, Bill.

Make it snappy.

- Mercy Maud!

- Scared you, didn't I, son?

- Mercy Maud!

- I'll bet you jumped six and 9/10ths inches.

- Gee, Dad.

- It's all right, dear.

Teach you to keep your eyes open

crossing streets, young man.

Well, is everybody in?

Anne, Ernestine, Martha, Mary, Frank...

- All present and accounted for, Dad.

- Okay.

If you're all reasonably sanitary,

let's go.

Bye, Jim! Bye, Mrs. Monahan!

- Good-bye! Good-bye!

- Good-bye, Rhode Island.

New Jersey, here we come.

Hey, Noah, what are you doir

with that ark?

Collecting animals

like the good lord told me, brother.

All I need now

is a jackass. Hop in!

- We turn to the left here, don't we, dear?

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