Make Way for Tomorrow

Well!

Gee, it's good to see you!

Hey, you'll catch your death of cold.

Go on, get in there.

- Gosh, you're looking well, Ma.

- Oh, so are you, George.

Well, I got a little cold, but I'm all right.

I think you look better

than you did five or six months ago.

You looked a little peaked then,

I thought.

- I see the others got here before me.

- Yes. Your pa's waitin' for you, though.

What do you mean, Ma?

Say, what is this gathering of the clan?

- Well, I'd rather Pa told you.

- Hm-hm.

- How's Anita and the baby?

- Oh, they're just fine.

Only Rhoda isn't a baby any more.

She's thinking of going to college.

Oh! Oh, Pa, here's George.

Well, there's a familiar sight,

Pa in the same old chair.

- Hello, George.

- Don't get up, don't get up.

Gee, it's good to see you, Pa.

Gosh, I haven't seen you since...

Well, it's been too long, anyway.

I don't know. We plan, we plan...

- Hello, Nellie.

- Hello, George.

As for you, you know,

I don't know when I saw you last.

Oh, I forgot. I can't kiss you, Cora.

I got a nasty little cold.

I shouldn't have kissed you either.

M is for the million things

She gave me.

O means only that she's growing old.

Oh, yes, T is for the tears

She shed to save me

H is for her heart of purest gold...

Hello, folks.

E is for her eyes with love light shining

R means right, and right she'll always be

Always be

Put them all together

They spell Mother

A word that means the world to...

Rurr-bink-a-dam

Ba-dam-dam, bang-bang!

- Mother.

- Robert.

- Here you are, Mother.

- No, dear.

That don't go

with standing over a hot stove.

OK, it'll just be two for me.

How about you, George?

You're still the best-looking one

in the family, Robert.

Yeah? The day I was born,

Pop took one look at me and said,

"That did it. No more Coopers!"

Cora?

Here you are, Nellie.

Oh! I got somethin' on you, Nellie.

- Here ya are, Pa.

- Thanks.

Try that on your ulcer.

Wait a minute, now. Nobody drink.

I always make it a point

to drink to somethin'.

Let's see. Now, let me think.

Don't think too hard, Robert.

You might hurt yourself.

- Oh...

- Why, Pa!

Let's see now, uh...

Here's to our house,

through sunshine or showers,

be it ever so humble, by golly, it's ours.

- Good, huh, Pop?

- Yeah.

Ah, it's all right.

Only the last line don't make sense.

- Does it, Ma?

- No.

- You see, the house...

- Don't tell 'em now, Bark.

- Wait till after dinner.

- What is it?

Why not now?

That's why we got 'em down here.

You see, the house isn't ours any more.

- The bank is taking it over.

- The bank?

- You mean you've lost it?

- Oh, that's awful!

- Bank? Well, there's a bank for you!

- What happened, Father?

Well, as you know,

I haven't been working for, uh...

Well, it's almost four years now.

- That's right, ain't it, Ma? Four years?

- Four years, 5th June, Pa.

And with everything going out

and nothing coming in,

I couldn't keep up the payments.

So long as I never sent them anything,

they sent for me.

The head of the bank, Randy Dunlap,

asked me to drop in to his house

for a little chat.

You remember him? Randy Dunlap?

He used to keep company with your mother

before I cut him out.

Bark!

So, I dropped in

and he asked me to sit down.

George, do you know what he was wearing?

A kimono.

- No!

- Yeah.

Oh, now, Bark.

It must have been a dressing gown.

I know a dressing gown when I see it.

It was a kimono, George.

Well, he asked me to sit down.

Then he offered me a cigar.

- Do dressing gowns have... flowers on 'em?

- Oh, Bark!

- Never mind that, Father. What did he say?

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