If I Had a Million Page #3

to know she has a husband

who's coming home to her

every week with his...

Henry, you broke 11 dollars

and 60 cents worth of china.

- Well, you see, dear...

- I see a great deal more than you see.

Of course,

you haven't got the worries that I have.

You don't sit here day after day, paying

the iceman for milk, the milkman for ice.

Of course, if you want to go on breaking

china, that's entirely your own affair.

Excuse me.

I think it's perfectly ridiculous the way Mrs

Wilkins always boasts about her husband.

I say, "My husband's just as good,

even if you don't think so."

You've no idea

how I have to defend you to our friends.

I understand you cannot help

breaking all that china,

but they think it's rather queer

for a husband and father

to go on day after day,

night after night, year in and year out...

Henry, is anything the matter?

Say what you like, but there is such

a thing as pride in your own daughter.

She writes that she's happy,

but I can read between the lines.

A woman understands things

that a man never can.

Unless a girl is well-dressed,

she hasn't much chance

of marrying anyone worthwhile.

I was the best-dressed girl

when you married me.

Not that I'm complaining, but if you don't

stop being careless and breaking china,

there won't be much chance for her

to have the clothes every girl ought to.

Isn't that so, Henry?

Henry, are you listening to me?

Henry. Henry!

Now, I know you're trying,

but you're sure to drop this vase

which is worth six months of your pay,

sweetheart.

Oh, my!

Now, Henry, I don't want to reproach you,

but I want to make you feel like a dirty rat.

Polly wants a cracker and I want your

cheque, darling. Give me your cheque.

Stop it! Stop it!

Isn't it difficult enough as it is?

Don't you see I'm helping you, Henry?

I told you I'd do it.

I told you I'd...

But of course, Henry,

if you want to make a fool of yourself,

I'm not one to whimper and cry.

And if you can't think

of your home and your daughter...

Goodbye, Henry dear.

I'm so proud of you.

I was telling Mrs Wilkins how wonderful it is

to have a husband like Henry Peabody.

A man who, day after day

and week after week...

Goodbye, dear.

- Mr Henry Peabody?

- Yes, sir.

My name's John Glidden.

I want to talk to you.

Well, uh...

If it's about the payment on the piano,

I can explain.

- But I...

- Uh...

Let's get away from the house.

I... I have a very good reason.

Uh, look, do you like rabbits?

Rabbits?

Not much. Why?

Well, this is how it happened.

My wife gave me the $12

for the payment on the piano

and I knew where I could buy

a very fine pedigree rabbit for $12.

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