The Little Foxes Page #3

- My brother and I feel...

a man ain't only in business

for himself.

- May I?

- Thank you. You're most polite.

It's got to give him some

satisfaction, something here.

Money ain't all,

not by three shots.

Really? I always thought

it meant a great deal.

So did I, Mr. Marshall.

- I've always contended...

- What's the matter with you?

First you chatter like a magpie,

now you're sulking like a schoolgirl.

- I'm not doing anything.

- You've had too much wine.

Get yourself in hand,

and stop acting like a fool.

You look pretty tonight,

Miss Birdie, and young.

Me, young?

Birdie, Mr. Marshall wants you

and Alexandra to play for him.

Yes, Regina.

I'm coming.

You don't have to convince me

you're the right people for the deal.

You want the mill here, and I do too.

It's not my business why you want it.

To bring the machine to the cotton,

and not the cotton to the machine.

- Henry, serve the port.

- My reason is more simple.

I want to make money,

and I believe I can make it on you.

However, I have no objection

to more high-minded reasons.

- Mr. Marshall, I feel...

- Birdie, we're ready.

Yes, Regina.

You know, Mr. Marshall...

- Thank you. You both play charmingly.

- My wife had the very best teachers.

- Those folks had the best of everything.

- I must be leaving for my train.

Thank you so very much.

- I'm sorry you can't stay. Come again.

- Thank you.

The children will drive you

to the depot.

Yes, sir. I'll drive you down, sir.

Come on, Zan.

- Be careful how you drive.

- Good-bye, Mrs. Hubbard.

- Good-bye, sir.

- Fill them up, Oscar.

You promised to let me

show you Chicago.

- Do I have to make you promise again?

- I promise again.

Wait. Before you leave, sir,

here we have a strange custom.

We drink the last drink

for a toast.

That's to prove that the Southerner's

always on his feet for the last drink.

I give you the firm of Hubbard Sons

and Marshall Cotton Mills...

and to it a long

and prosperous life.

Hubbard Sons and Marshall.

What y'all want?

A little biscuit

with a little gravy on it.

Somebody write you a golden letter

and tell you we got gravy tonight?

- We got told.

- Mr. David Hewitt tell us.

- Say you got high-tone company.

- Lots of meat and gravy.

Go on, get!

Ain't my food to give away.

Feed the hungry, the Lord said.

Give them some supper, Belle.

Miss Regina say supplies going

mighty fast around here...

and she ain't the stingy kind.

A little bit here and there,

she don't mind.

- But feeding the whole town.

- Stop fretting. Tell her I did it.

Here. You children keep quiet.

Where did the Lord say that

about feeding the hungry? What book?

I don't know, but if He didn't,

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