The Gang's All Here

Got any coffee on you?

Oh, yes?

Now I can retire.

Well, there's your | good-neighbor policy.

Come on, honey. | That's good neighborin'. There we are.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, | that international favorite, Tony De Marco.

You never saw a place | like this in your life.

- Hello, kids. There you are. | - Hello.

I'll wait a bit on you | till the other one.

- This place gives me a very uneasy feeling, A.J. | - Shame on you.

- Gimme your hat and get your mind off your wife. | - That hat's all right?

- Yes, your hat's all right. | - That's my hat.

She knows it. | Never lost one in her life.

Now, see here, A.J. | I should have been more fiirm.

When I told you that I am never seen | in places like this, I meant it.

I don't know how you've managed to get me | this far. I should have put my foot down.

- Don't be a square from Delaware. Get hep to yourself. | - What kind of talk is that?

- I heard it on a jukebox. | - Well, I don't think I like it.

- I have your table, Mr. Mason. | - Thank you, Harvey. Come on, Pottsie.

Hey, Phil, do those two | come here very often?

Well, I haven't seen | the mortician before...

but that old mountain goat | in the blue serge...

comes leaping in here | two or three times a week.

That old mountain goat | happens to be my father.

Well, you see, I like goats. | Lovely animals.

Some of my best friends are- | How about another goat- uh, beer?

No, thanks. | I think I'll horn in on the old goat.

The usual. Lemonades.

- What did you order? | - Lemonade.

How do you like Tony De Marco? | Great, isn't he?

I hope that woman's his wife, because | if she's not, there should be a law.

That's a good one.

Good, eh?

A.J., look. | We have company.

- What are you doing here? | - I was about to ask you the same thing.

Well, we just dropped in | for a nightcap.

- We missed the Westchester train, and | Potter here suggested- - Nothing of the kind.

- Andy, this is entirely your father's idea. | - What?

- Yes. | - Young man, I thought you had to get back to your outfiit.

Well, I do, but I didn't say when. | I've got till Monday morning.

How 'bout you? | Mrs. Potter give you a furlough too?

I promised my wife I'd be home before | midnight. I like to keep my promises.

She expects me to, | and I expect her to expect it.

Say, Peyton, supposing I get | Mrs. Potter on the phone...

- and explain that you and Dad just dropped in- | - Go ahead, son.

- She likes Andy, and anything he tells her will be okay. | - I'll call her, fiix everything.

- You be sure to explain to her | that this is just lemonade.

- Lemonade. | - Lemonade.

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Our girls don't wait for leap year. | They choose their partners now.

And you don't have to | wait either, gentlemen.

Look around and choose | your nearest exquisite.

All right, girls. | Grab your partners and let's go.

Come on up. That's the idea. There we go.

There you are.

Hello? Hello!

Oh, hello, Andy. | Where are you?

Club New Yorker? | Oh. Potter's with you?

Dad brought him here after the dinner | for a nightcap. Don't worry about him.

Don't give him anything stronger | than lemonade.

The last time he had champagne was | on our honeymoon. It was at Niagara.

He thought he was a barrel. He wanted me | to roll over the falls with him.

I'll look after him.

Is Vivian there? | Put her on.

Hold on. I'll call her. | Oh, Vivian!

- Yes, Blossom. | - Phone, dear.

- Who is it? | - Andy.

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