My Man Godfrey Page #4

- Oh, you have?

- Where do I get my five bucks?

Bucks? What...

Will you talk to your sister?

She wants to hire this man

as a butler.

Why not? He might make

a very good butler.

I'm sure I'd make

a very good butler.

Hey, where do I get

my five bucks?

Bucks? Bucks? What's he talking

about? What's he talking about?

- Five bucks!

- I promised him five dollars.

Well, give him the five dollars and the

bucks too, and get him out of here...

before your sister

hires him as a chauffeur.

Why did I have to find out

there's insanity on your father's side?

Come along, Cornelia.

I hope, Godfrey,

that you're very good at shining shoes.

I think we'd better drop

the whole idea, don't you?

I should say not. You're gonna make

the best butler we ever had.

And here. You'll need

some clothes and things, you know.

Oh, well, I...

I told G. To lay out my other coat.

You have a wonderful sense of humor.

Thank you.

Well, then... good night.

Oh, uh, just one question.

- What?

- Where do you live?

Oh, 1011 Fifth.

Funny, I never thought of that.

- No, you didn't.

- No.

1011 Fifth.

Well, good night again.

Good night, Godfrey.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- I'm the new, uh...

- Yes, I know. You're the new butler.

- How did you know?

- There's one every day at this hour.

They're dropping in and out

all the time.

Why is that?

Some get fired,

some quit.

- Is the family that exacting?

- No, they're that nutty.

- May I be frank?

- Is that your name?

- No, my name is Godfrey.

- All right, be frank.

You're, uh,

quite an enthusiast.

Don't you worry about me.

I'm a seasoned campaigner.

Uh, may we be friends?

Oh, I'm friends

with all the butlers. Sit down.

What's a three-letter sea bird

with an "R" in the middle?

That's... Oh, I...

I don't know.

You're no help.

Where'd you get the trick suit?

What's the matter with it?

Well, it might look better

if you took the rental tag off the coat.

Oh... thanks.

Does the butler have quarters here

in the house, or is that necessary?

Oh, you won't need any quarters.

Hang your hat near the door...

so you can get it quickly

on the way out.

What's that?

That's the old battle axe.

She usually rings about this time.

- The old battle axe?

- Mrs. Bullock. She's the mother type.

- Well, don't you do anything about it?

- Mrs. Bullock or the buzzer?

- The buzzer.

- Not the first time.

If she has a hangover, she'll ring again

in a minute in no uncertain terms.

Then, brother, you better

grab her tomato juice and get going.

Ah, there she blows.

Well, Cupid, this is

your big opportunity.

Shall I take it to her?

You might as well

know the worst.

- I want to warn you, she sees pixies.

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