The Horse in the Gray Flannel Suit
- G
- Year:
- 1968
- 113 min
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[Hoofbeats Galloping]
[Horse Whinnying]
[Hoofbeats Continue]
[Chattering]
Coming out. Excuse me.
Ooh. Ah...
- I think you've hooked something.
Sorry, lady.
- Really!
- Good mornin', Joe.
- Good morning, Mr. Bolton.
Your horse get a flat
on the parkway?
Uh, got left
at the tollgate.
The wife and the kids said thanks
for the tickets to the Aspercel broadcast.
- Glad they liked it.
- They didn't...
but the wife said
say thanks anyway.
- [Chuckling]
- Sixth floor! Tallyho!
- Good morning, Mr. Bolton.
- Good morning, Alice.
Has the day's hysteria started?
Yes, sir. Mr. Tomes said, "Are you here?"
Mr. Pfeiffer sent up the layouts.
Mr. Willis didn't come in
- And the meeting has been
moved up to 9:
15.- N-ni... Holy smoke.
- Oh, Mr. Bolton!
- Yeah?
- Mr. Bolton!
- What?
Oh, I'm sorry, Alice.
- Good morning, Fred.
- Oh, hi.
Let me be the first to give you
the good news:
Mr. Duganis coming to your meeting.
- Dugan?
- Thomas Fitzpatrick
"Eat 'em alive" Dugan...
chairman of the board
of Allied Drug and Food.
- Mr. Aspercel himself.
- I'm dead.
- I know, but we're all
behind you, my boy.
- It's a good place to be.
I wish
I were there myself.
Good morning, Catherine.
Dugan's coming to the meeting.
I know. The staff s inside
having a nervous breakdown.
Yeah, yeah, so am I.
What time is it?
9:
07. I've already sentthe material upstairs. Bless you.
This saddle's been making me sneeze
all the way from Westhill.
- Did you take your antihistamine?
- Yeah, I've taken seven.
Have a messenger
pick this thing up, take it to the...
Oh, Brockenhurst Saddle Shop
on 48th Street.
"Have seam stitched."
Your daughter phoned.
She said, "Daddy would be sure
to get everything all mixed up."
Mmm, that's a smart kid.
- Can you imagine Dugan?
- Didn't he give you any warning?
No. Don't I get any mail
but bills? This guy can wait.
Pay half of that.
Polite stall letter on that one.
Didn't I pay this once?
No, sir, but you did
Catherine, I spoil Helen,
don't I?
- Yes, sir.
- Yeah.
That's what comes of being
mother and father at the same time.
I spoil her double.
- [Bolton] Good morning.
- [Chattering]
- Fred, what are you gonna do?
- All right, Howie,
you don't have the layouts.
- All right, now everybody relax.
- Ta-da
- Pete, I know that you don't have...
- Ta-da
- Charlie, what is that?
breathless at first, huh?
I said you could suggest
something like this in a drawing.
- I have a drawing.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
but I think three-dimensional.
- A drawing couldn't even
possibly convey the impact.
- Charlie, l...
I've been working on it
for weeks just to surprise ya.
- On my own time: Nights,
lunches, coffee breaks.
- My drawing's in color.
Look, Charlie, take this thing back,
put it in its space capsule.
- You've got to see him work.
You put the pill in here...
- Nine hundred dollars!
Oh, we can turn 'em out
cheaper than that.
Catherine, am I
reading this right?
- Here's the address.
- Nine hundred dollars?
- That's right.
- For riding lessons?
Freddie, please, don't knock my little man
until you see him in action.
How can anybody owe $900
for riding lessons?
You gotta see how he works.
Mimsey, get me a pill.
Who is S.J. Clemens anyway?
I'll have him run in for extortion.
- Freddie, just watch this.
This'll really grab ya.
- Charlie, take this monster...
Yes, Gladys, I'll tell him.
It's upstairs.
Mr. Dugan is in the conference room.
Let's go.
Freddie?
- Okay, bring your friend.
It's too late now.
- Mimsey, the pills.
Catherine, if anybody calls,
you know where to locate the body.
Gladys, they're on their way.
Charlie, the next time
I leave you alone with an idea...
But, Freddie, you haven't even
given my little man a chance.
- He'll steal your heart away.
Mimsey, the pills.
- Sixth floor.
The big pills. They're just like
the little pills, only they're bigger.
Mimsey. Come on, Mimsey.
Get in the elevator, honey.
Excuse me, folks. Freddie,
wait'll you see my little man work.
Hey, Mr. Bolton.
I see you got yourself a jockey.
What happened to
the rest of him?
He, uh, just couldn't
pull himself together, Joe.
- Come on, Mimsey. Get the pill.
- I'm trying.
- Seventh floor.
- Oh, out. Out, please.
Oh, is this ten?
No, ma'am, seven.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm terribly sorry.
I've got it!
Good. Now when I tell ya
to give him the pill, give him the pill.
- You ready?
- Ready.
[Bell Ringing,
Liquid Bubbling]
- He's got a short circuit.
- No, that's just a gimmick, Freddie.
We start out with
an inflamed, sensitive stomach...
like the guy had an overdose
of salami or somethin'.
And what happens? The minute
the stomach gives out the alarm,
old Aspercel goes to work.
- Ten. Out.
- Give him the pill.
Watch this. Old speedy Aspercel
races down the old esophagus...
hits the old alimentary canal
and zoink.
- Zoink, what?
- Zoink, it's stuck.
- Out.
- Ten?
- Twelve.
- Never mind. I'll get out anyway.
- I think I'm in the wrong building.
- Zoink!
Instant... Instant...
[Pill Plops]
Aspercel, Aspercel
When you're sick
it'll make you well
- Instant relief.
- Ahh!
[Clapping]
So this is it?
This is the whole campaign,
the complete Harry Tomes package?
- That's it, Tom, and in my opinion...
- Uh-huh.
Anybody got an Aspercel?
Harry, Aspercel's been a pretty good
client over the past 15 years, hasn't it?
- Our best, Tom.
- You go along with that, Fred?
Uh, yes, sir.
I certainly do.
together over the years, haven't we?
- I think we have, Tom.
- Right, Fred?
Uh, yes, sir,
that's right.
Then why are you people
trying to hand me...
this imbecilic, half-baked,
old-hat gimmicked-up campaign...
that wouldn't even sell
life preservers in a shipwreck?
- Where's the imagination
around this place?
- Tom, may I say...
Why, this stuff wouldn't even
keep the clients that we've got.
I want new markets.
I wanna move up in class.
- Tom, may I say...
- Harry, get me thejet set.
I want you to come up
with an idea...
that will give sour stomachs
class and dignity.
Hey, I got a great idea
there, Mr. Dugan. Class.
put a tuxedo on him, a high silk hat and...
- How's the family?
- Tom, may I say...
Harry, I wanna brainstorm.
I want something
that will give us the "in" crowd.
I want to make them wish
that they had excess acidity...
just so they
could take Aspercel.
- Tom!
- Harry, that idea...
is lurking at the bottom
of somebody's tired skull.
I am giving you people
just 24 hours to dredge it up.
- Tom, may I say...
- Harry, don't say anything.
Just start thinking.
[Bell Ringing,
Liquid Bubbling]
- [Golf Ball Plops]
- [Short-Circuiting]
Aspercel, when you're sick
it'll make you well
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