You're Telling Me!

Synopsis: Sam Bisbee is an inventor whose works (e.g., a keyhole finder for drunks) have brought him only poverty. His daughter is in love with the son of the town snob. Events conspire to ruin his bullet-proof tire just as success seems near. Another of his inventions prohibits him from committing suicide, so Sam decides to go on living..
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Erle C. Kenton
Production: Paramount Pictures
66 min

Is that you, Samuel?

Yes... | Yes, my bun, it's only me.

Is the...

Is the...

Is the dinner | on the table, dear?

On the table and off,

five hours ago!

Don't exaggerate.

It's only the shank | of the evening.

Half past eight.

We will now give you the | correct time. Half past eight.

When you hear the sound of | the gong, it will be exactly...

30. | Take off your hat!

Where have you been?

Don't answer! I know | what you're going to say.

"Down at the shop, | working on an invention. "

If you was married | to Thomas Edison...

You're no Edison, | Sam Bisbee.

No, and you're no prophet, | Mrs. Bisbee.

If you've no regard for me,

you might at least have some regard | for your daughter's happiness.

My daughter's the happiest | little girl in the world.

Her silvery laughter rings out | from early morn

till late at night. | Till late at night.

Yeah. | Yes, very late.

But not in her own home, | it doesn't...

Take those shoes | off the table.

Who was putting them | on the table?

Where is she now? | What's she doing?

Who's she with?

I don't have to worry | about my daughter.

Well, | you'd better worry.

She wouldn't be out if she wasn't | ashamed of her home, ashamed of you.

Me? | Look at you.

Suppose she were entertaining | a nice young man in her home,

and you came in | looking like that,

with your shoes off, | your suspenders down,

and your breath | smelling of cheap liquor.

Cheap? Four dollars a gallon.

My daughter ashamed | of my suspenders?

There she is now | with that Bob Murchison,

that no-good...

What did I tell you?

I forgot. | What? Oh, yeah.

Kissing him. | Kissing who?

Bob Murchison. | Who's kissing Bob Murchison?

Pauline, our...

Well, that's life, dear.

Girls will be girls.

When I was a little boy, | I used to kiss little girls.

A rich man's son making | a fool of your daughter,

and you stand there.

No rich man's son will ever make | a fool of Sam Bisbee's daughter.

You might as well | get that in your...

That's the... | Take of that hat!

I'm sorry.

There. There they are, right in my hand.

Good night, Bob.

I know how to solve | our problem.

No, no, Bob.

You won't elope with me?


You won't let me | elope with you?


What's keeping us apart?

Haven't you heard?

The railroad tracks.

Twenty years married to a man | like you is enough for any woman...

Give him a rest, Mom.

Say, you little night owl.

What do you mean by staying | out the middle of the...

The middle of half past eight? Who, me?

Yes, you. Running | around with that clown.

Never let it | be said that...

Hey, you left your gadget | on the doorknob.

Your father and I think this thing | between you and that Murchison boy

has gone far enough. | Yes.

He doesn't seem to think so.

He just asked me | to marry him.

Marry him? Darling.

Hey, didn't I tell you? | I knew it all the time.

Oh, shut up!

He really wants to | marry you? Well, why not?

I'm young and healthy and | full of the devil. Pauline!

Sure, | my little daughter

doesn't have to be in a | hurry to marry any man.

Pick and choose, dear.

Liberty is sweet.

Once you're married, | it's just like being in jail.

I guess I'll go to bed.

Look out!

Don't get tangled up | in that thing again.

I won't get tangled up | in nothing.

I'm going upstairs.

It's worse than flypaper.

Might as well have some flypaper | curtains in the house as that...

You know, Charlie, | I've been thinking about...

Look out! | Don't sit down there.

That's another | of my inventions.

It's what I call | the "murder chair. "

When a burglar comes in here | and says, "Stick 'em up,"

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Walter DeLeon

Walter DeLeon (May 3, 1884 – August 1, 1947) was an American screenwriter. He wrote for 69 films that were released between 1921 and 1953, and acted in one film. He was born in Oakland, California, and died in Los Angeles, California. more…

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