On Moonlight Bay

We were sailing along

On Moonlight Bay

We could hear the voices ringing

They seemed to say

Wish we could stay

You have stolen her heart

What a romance it's going to be

Now don't go away

Nobody here but you and me

As We sang love's old sweet song

On Moonlight Bay

We were sailing along

On Moonlight Bay

We could hear the voices ringing

They seemed to say

You have stolen her heart

Now don't go away

As We sang love's old sweet song

On Moonlight Bay

As We sang love's old sweet song

On Moonlight Bay

On Moonlight Bay

Hello. What's your name?

I guess we're going to be neighbors.

Hello, Max.

How do you like our new house?

Alice?

- Alice?

- Here I am.

Where?

I'm in here, George.

Oh, hello. Well, how you getting along?

George Wadsworth Winfield,

how could you do this to us?

- Do what?

- Well, it's too big.

There are too many rooms. Nothing fits.

Now, Alice, that's no tone of voice

for the fortunate wife of the man

who just bought this mansion.

Please, George, it's been a very trying day.

The drapes are too short.

The rugs are too small.

I can't find a place for the piano anywhere.

You're just tired. Believe me, honey,

once everything is arranged,

this will be just the kind of a house

we've always dreamed of.

You've always dreamed of.

- Well...

- And, as far as I'm concerned,

you can stick that sign back on the lawn

and sell the house.

Now, honey, you're just upset.

it's all very simple.

When you get the carpets down,

put the piano over there,

a few pictures on the wall...

Who is that boy?

A neighbor's child.

He lives across the street.

Well, he makes me nervous.

We were all so happy and comfortable

in the other place.

You have to move us here

where we're practically foreigners.

Well, it's only a mile and a half

from the old house,

and I didn't notice us

crossing any frontiers on the way.

A mile and a half closer to your bank.

Of course, I don't mind for myself

leaving behind the friends

I made over 20 years,

but I don't see how you could do this

to your own children.

I'm doing it for the children.

I thought if we moved

to a refined neighborhood,

some of it might rub off on them.

- George!

- Well, it's true.

I'd like my daughter to become a wife,

not a second baseman.

Where is she?

Marjie? Marjie?

There, you see what I mean?

Marjie, put that chair down!

Good gracious,

haven't you got enough muscles?

I was just trying to keep busy,

so I wouldn't have to think about

what you've done to us.

You, too?

Well, all the kids I know live all the way

on the other side of town, Papa.

- See?

- Yeah, kids.

I thought if we moved here,

you might meet some nice, refined

young man. Maybe get married.

Papa, you're so old-fashioned.

- What's the matter with him?

- Max don't like this house.

Well, you don't say.

He's been hunting all morning

and he can't find any rats.

Well, we'll have some installed.

George, don't be so obstinate.

Why can't we move back?

I'm dead.

Mr. Winfield, that kitchen's too big.

Another country heard from.

I'm telling you, it must be 30 feet

from the stove to the cupboard.

I'm being paid to be a cook,

not a cross-country runner.

Stella, bring me some hot coffee.

Okay, but it'll be cold

by the time I hike back.

That youngster is certainly curious.

Wesley, did you notice the neighbor's boy?

He's just your age.

I hate him.

You haven't even met him.

Now, go on out and be friendly.

No.

Wesley. Be friendly!

Come on, Max.

My old man has a real gun.

- He has not.

- He has, too.

Anyways, I bet it's a popgun.

It's only the gun that Jesse James used

to hold up a train with, that's all.

- Jesse James?

- Yeah.

- You're fooling me.

- I am not.

Has he really got it?

He keeps it in a trunk in the attic.

it's got a kick like a cannon.

It'll knock you flat on your back.

Well, how about getting it

and letting me shoot it, huh?

Well, come on, how about it?

Well...

- All right. Come on.

- Come on, Max.

Well, that's fine.

Everything's off to a good start.

Strike!

- Strike!

- Hey, fellas, he's hurt!

- Hey, help me get him up!

- Well, that ends the game, I guess.

Hey, you need somebody

to take his place?

- Hey, it's a girl!

- No girls in the game.

Oh, let her play. We'll have some fun.

We don't want any girls.

The game's ruined anyway.

We might as well, I guess. Here!

- Thanks, sport.

- Let's see you hit something now.

Come on, gang!

Let's see you slug it out.

Here's the one.

That's it!

Hey! That's it!

Grab your second!

- Come on!

- Come on, get over to second.

All right, now, come on, boys! Come on!

Let's go for it, boys! Bring her in!

Shorten the windup, sonny,

I'm going home.

Safe!

- Hey, that was good!

- Great!

Let's see her.

Oh, I'm up.

I dare you to shoot her.

Not out here. it'll make too much noise.

- Well, let's go in the barn.

- Okay.

She won't pull.

- Bet I can pull it.

- Well, all right, you try her, then.

Well...

Wesley! What are you doing

with that gun?

Why, you could kill somebody

with this thing.

Watch it! it's cocked.

You don't have to tell me.

I'm going to fix that right now!

Jim, Mother wants you!

All right, all right. Come on.

I know you're around here somewhere.

Imagine leaving a thing like this around

where children can get their hands on it.

Marjie, be careful!

Wesley! You keep your hands

off of this gun!

Jim!

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