You're Telling Me! Page #3

Samuel,

won't you please take | your invention out of here?

All right.

I take it Mr. Bisbee | did not come from Virginia.

No.

So Abigail's been telling you | her family history, eh?

Well, | you ain't seen a thing.

Wait till I show you | the Bisbee clan.

We were all Union men.

Sam, I don't think Mrs. Murchison | would be interested in those pictures.

Oh, sure she would. | Real down-to-earth people.

Speak our language.

Now, there's Uncle Bean. | Bean Bisbee, the tiger.

Fight at the drop of a hat,

and yet underneath it all as | tenderhearted as a baby lamb.

Look at those eyes...

Wrong picture. | That was Uncle Jim.

He was the black sheep of the | family, until he got into politics.

Now he's got a big home | up at Passamaquoddy.

And that's Aunt Minnie,

an angel of mercy if ever | there was one, and there was.

Known from California | to Maine and back again.

Stay up all night | taking care of the boys,

night after night.

I really must be going now.

Wait a minute. I want to show | you my private art collection.

Okay, Abigail?

Oh!

Not bad, eh?

Get the knee action?

And stands without hitching!

Another relative, I presume.

No, no, no.

Just a little girl I met down | in the New Hebrides Islands.

Hello. | Hello.

What's the news | from the front?

All quiet, up to now.

Shall we take a chance? | Now or never!

Your naive gaucherie is amazing. Huh?

I said | your naive gaucherie.

Oh, yes.

Thanks, thanks very much. | Nice of you to mention that.

So this is the family | my son wants to marry into.

Yes, it is. | I really can't believe it.

The whole affair will be | definitely broken up at once.

We shall | disinherit Robert

sooner than consent | to a marriage as...

As impossible | as this one is!

Why, I'll crack her | in the eye.

Come, Robert. | Just a moment, Mother.

I don't know what's happened, but | I'm sure my mother doesn't mean...

Your mother means everything | she has said and more!

But, Mother, you can't talk | to Pauline's family like that.

What's happened?

Tell me. What is it? Your father.

Everything was lovely, | then he came in.

Me? What'd I do? | Never mind, Dad.

They don't understand you. | That's all.

I meant | every word I said.

I'm ashamed that | my son should...

You've said quite enough. | Now, please go.

Bob, take your mother out | of here and don't come back.

Pauline, | I can explain everything.

Say, who started all this?

Come, Robert. | Have you no pride left?

Don't you even know when | you've been ordered out?

Pauline. | Goodbye.

You better go, son. You've | caused enough trouble around here.

Well, I guess I told him.

Yes, you certainly | fixed that up.

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