The Thin Man

Your daughter is here, Mr. Wynant.

Haven't you got any more sense|than to shout like that?

- I'm sorry, but...|- Two weeks work gone for nothing!

- I just wanted to tell you...|- I don't care!

Get your things and get out!|You're through!

- I'm going.|- Get out!

It's a good thing I'm going away.|No peace, no quiet.

Everybody interrupting me.

- Can I come in? Did you tell him?|- I didn't get a chance.

Dad.

Why didn't somebody|tell me you were here?

I'm sorry to interrupt your work.|Look at you. But this really is important.

How are you?

- Another young man?|- It's the same one.

It's been the same one for three months.

- Forgive me. How are you?|- How do you do?

Take a good look at him, Dad,|and try to remember him...

...because...

...he's going to be your son-in-law.

- That is, if it's all right with you, sir.|- And if it isn't?

He's still going to be your son-in-law.

You see how much we have to say.

But, Dad, this is really what|I wanted to talk to you about.

- Do you mind if I look around?|- Help yourself.

Tom, show this...

- Where are you going?|- Home.

- I'm fired.|- Who fired you?

You did.

Forget it.|Will you show this gentleman around?

- Yes, right this way, sir.|- Thank you.

Mother's planning on a big church wedding.

Yeah, she would.

I hate all that fuss.|But I'll do it on one condition...

...that you're there to give me away.

- What would your mother say to that?|- It's my wedding, isn't it?

But wouldn't it be embarrassing,|all of us there...

...your mother and me, your stepfather?|- He can stay home.

Please, Daddy, won't you?

- Lf you think it will be all right.|- You lamb.

Now, wait a minute.

When is it? I'm leaving town tonight.

Where are you going?

That's a secret. I can't even tell you.

I've got an important idea to work on.

A new invention?

Yes, and I don't want somebody to steal it.

But we were planning|on marrying right after Christmas.

I'll be home before Christmas.

- Is it a promise?|- That's a promise I won't forget.

- All right!|- Where's MacCaulay? It's time I started.

- How's your brother?|- He's all right.

I'd like to see him.|Why don't you bring him down?

You know how it is.|He's sort of under Mother's thumb.

Yes, I know.

You're not missing much. He's cuckoo.

Like all the rest of us?

Has this fellow seen the whole family?

Yes, and he still wants to marry me.

- He's a brave man.|- Yes.

Thanks a lot, old man.

- You have an interesting plant here.|- Didn't I tell you?

I didn't know that|you invented that smelting process.

This is the first metal that came through,|three kinds of ore:

Gold, silver, copper.

Isn't that interesting?

- Daddy, does that still bother you?|- Only in bad weather.

- It isn't bad weather now.|- Well, you better get home before it is.

All right. Good-bye, darling,|and don't forget, December 30.

- Good-bye, boy.|- Good-bye.

Take good care of Dorothy.

Show her that there is such a thing|as a happy marriage.

I'll do my best.

- Good-bye, sweetie.|- Good-bye, dear.

Is it all settled?

Grand.

Why did your mother divorce him?|I think he's swell.

- It seems he has a secretary.|- I'll do my own typing.

Dad's a good barometer. Here's a taxi.

- Hello, Mr. MacCaulay.|- How are you?

- Get under this.|- No, we're taking your cab.

- Is your father still in there?|- Yes, he's waiting for you.

- Did he tell you where he was going?|- He wouldn't say.

- Good-bye, Miss Wynant.|- Good-bye.

Here's your change, boss.

You wouldn't drive slowly,|so you don't get a tip.

That's okay, sweetheart, I got it anyway.

- Mr. Wynant.|- Hello. Did you get my money?

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