Andy Hardy Meets Debutante (1940) - full transcript

'Andrew. Andrew Hardy.'

'If you're not down
to breakfast in one minute'

'I'll come up and get you.'

I've been taught never
to come to breakfast

before doing my
morning ablutions.

You know, Mrs. Hardy

cleanliness is next
to Godliness.

'Milly. Milly, come down
here, will you?'

- 'Hurry.'
- 'Coming, Emily.'

Why, Emily dear,
what's the matter?

Milly, I think I'm going insane.



Oh, nonsense. Now, what
is it? What's wrong?

Well, here you are. Recipe for
a chocolate pudding. Read that.

"Then remove the mixture from
the icebox, add four eggs and..."

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column two.

"Pour it down the sink."
Pour it down the sink!

"Add four eggs and
pour it down the sink."

Now, am I insane or not?

Now, wait.

Oh, somebody has cut out
a picture or something.

And we've been reading, "How to
clean clogged drainpipes."

Well, I thought that was a silly
way to make a chocolate pudding.

There's something very funny
going on around this house.

This morning, I found two pages
cut out of Home Fashion Guide.

I'm trying to finish this dress
without the pattern.



Maybe pictures of flowers
were on the other side

and Andy cut them out.

What's happened to that boy?
I've called him twice.

Andrew Hardy,
for the third time.

'I'm practically there, mom.'

- Gee, where's the fire?
- Fire?

The way you expect me
to get downstairs

I figured you thought
I was a fireman.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Aunt Milly.

- Good morning, dear.
- Oh, ow. Beware the pins.

I'll get it, mother.

How many times have I told you?

Oh, mom.

Wait till I'm ready.

Not this morning.
I'm botanizing.

I've gotta collect 20 specimens
of wild flowers.

On Saturday?

'Is mother's little lamb
feeling alright?'

My dear mother,
I'm studying botany.

You've never known what it is
to commute with nature.

Eh, commune with nature.

Andy, stop eating that doughnut.

Botanically speaking, this isn't
eating. This is osmosis.

As in plants,
so in human beings.

Eating is just osmosis
on a larger scale.

Now, take Dianthus caryophyllus
or Rubus idaeus...

What kind of language is that
for a nice boy to use?

Well, it's alright, mom.
It just means raspberries.

Polly Benedict's father
is on the phone.

Wants dad to meet him
at the orphan's home

positively before 1 o'clock.

Oh dear, and your father's
gone fishing.

Calm yourself, ladies.

I'll get the message to him
while doing my botanizing.

I know his favorite
fishing place.

Maybe you can find him
before he catches anything.

Then we won't have
to have fish for dinner.

- Alright, mom.
- Show me your botany specimen.

Maybe I can help classify them.

Marian. Marian.
Would you have me cheat?

It's dishonorable for
a student to accept help.

Andy. Andy.

Oh, that boy! Now, he's gone
without his breakfast.

Don't worry, mother.
Nature feeds its own.

Don't be silly. Andy can't
eat wild flowers.

Of course, Daphne, there's no
chance of me ever meeting you.

But, oh boy, they can't
put you in jail for dreaming.

Well..

What are you doing here?

I-I was lo-looking for you, dad.

Back of a log?

N-no, sir. I-I'm collecting
botany specimens.

What you want me for?

Mr. Benedict wanted to meet you
at the orphanage at 1 o'clock.

Uh-huh... sounds like trouble.

I've hardly got my line wet.

Why don't you fish
a little longer...

'Andy, it's taken me
two-thirds of a lifetime'

to learn that when
there's trouble ahead

there's no use trying to find
entertainment in the meantime.

So, come on to the orphanage.

Dad, I've been wanting to talk
to you for quite sometime now.

Well, I've been around.
Shoot.

You want me to be a success
in life, don't you?

I certainly do.

Well, is it, is it true
that all successful men

marry sophisticated women?
You know, women of the world.

I hardly think so.

But it, but it would help,
though, wouldn't it?

Have a wife they could
handle chauffeurs and footmen

and be at home in a nightclub
as well as in the kitchen.

I see your point.

You know, you're
a swell guy, dad

but I wonder how far
you'd have gone in this world

if you had married
a woman like Cleopatra.

I don't dare think of it.

What about the nice
old-fashioned girls

like Polly Benedict?

I've been going around too
steadily with Polly Benedict.

I'm gonna have a little talk
with her about it.

I see. Take the first turn
for the orphanage.

Now, wait for me.

In the meantime, you might
cogitate on the fact

that Cleopatra brought
disgrace, disaster, and death

to every man who ever fell
in love with her.

"Death, where is thy sting?"

Well, hello there.

You're new here, aren't you?

Please, yes, sir.
My name is Francis, please.

I'm glad to know you, Francis.

Hello, little girl.

I'm a boy, please.

You-you talk like a little girl.

How do you expect to
grow up and be a big he-man?

Like you?

Yes, son.
Now, look, my boy.

If you go through life
the way you're starting

people will always be taking
your marbles away from you.

Let me give you a little
man-to-man advice. Now..

"The default of the bonds
in your trust fund

"absolves the Cyrus
Carvel Estate

of any further financial
responsibility."

Default of bonds?

Why, Cyrus Carvel left millions.

He left a good
half million of it

to maintain his old home
for our orphans.

Sixteen homeless orphans.

The founder of Carvel

wouldn't want that to happen
anymore than we do.

As my son Andrew would say,
"They can't do this to us."

But that letter, Jim.

Those big New York lawyers
can't be wrong.

No!

I drew up the trust fund
legal papers myself.

They are absolutely foolproof.
I made sure of that.

Are you positive?

I'll stake my legal
reputation on it.

I'm so positive, I'll go
to New York myself

and personally handle Messrs,
uh, Dabney, Cot, and Underwood.

- Now what's your name?
- My name's Butch.

What do you wanna make of it?

There, that's swell.
That's swell.

Now, don't forget anything
I told you.

Andy.

Oh. Hello, Polly.

Run along and play with
your bicycle, my little man.

Your Uncle Andrew has
a very painful duty to perform.

I'm waiting for my father.

Say, Polly, I'd like to have
a little talk with you.

I'd like to have a little talk
with you too, Andy.

I don't think we ought to
go together so steadily.

What?

Well, relationships like ours

sometimes grow into
more serious things.

And a girl of 17
is always older, more mature

more sophisticated than
a boy of the same age.

Why, you-you-you're crazy.
You're crazy, Polly.

The situation isn't fair to you.

Fair to me?

Who was it that failed in
Geometry the year that I got B+?

And who said only last
Sunday that the Epistles

were the wives of the Apostles?

As Mark Antony said

"Et tu, Brute."

It wasn't Mark Anthony.
It was Julius Caesar.

Wouldn't you be happier with
somebody who'd look up to you?

Look up to me?

Oh, my gosh.

Miss Benedict... there are
some girls of 17

that make you seem like a mere
child, a backward child at that.

Good day, Miss Benedict.

I suppose I have to see you
at the editor's meeting

but kindly continue to
address me as Miss Benedict.

Toot, toot, toot, toot, toot.

Well, young fella,
do you like it here?

You said a mouthful, toots.

'Toot, toot, toot..'

The editor in chief
of the Carvel High Olympian

requests the gentleman associate
editor to kindly pay attention.

Oh, I've got more important
things on my mind, Beezy.

Botany, for instance.

Say, Andy, can I borrow
your botany book?

You cannot!

He probably has botany
confused with Mother Goose

and he won't go to bed
without it.

Okay, you rat.

Meeting will come to order
to approve the cover

for the next issue.

Ah, here it is.

'What? You're not gonna put'

'Cynthia Potter's picture
on the cover and call it'

the most beautiful girl
in the world?

Well, if she isn't, who is?

Maybe the most beautiful girl
in the world

don't even live here in Carvel.

Andy, please, I practically
promised Cynthia

she'd be on the cover.

All in favor of
Cynthia's picture...

- No!
- No!

I vote for a cover with the
most interesting achievement

of the month by a student.

And I don't mean boyish pranks.

Hm, I hate to agree
with Miss Benedict

but I vote for the same thing.

- Oh, I'm ruined.
- Well, meeting's adjourned.

Thanks. I'll give
this back Monday.

Hey, you leave that down, Beezy.
That's my property.

Why, Andy, he doesn't
mean any harm.

Ho ho ho.
Hey, look at this.

'"Daphne Fowler.
Princess Royal of the 400."'

'Look, Polly, the book's filled
with pictures of that dame.'

Well, of all the ridiculous
little boy exhibitions.

'Andy's got a crush
on Daphne Fowler.'

Collecting pictures
of a perfectly awful girl

that he's never even seen.

I have so seen her.

I-I met her about 2 years ago.

The first time I met her, she
liked me more than she ought.

Oh, Daphne Fowler goes
around with grown men.

She wouldn't even look twice
at a small town schoolboy.

Oh, yeah? Well, she was
so crazy about me

she asked me to have the first
dance with her when she debuted.

Then, why don't you go?

Been begging my father
to send me to New York.

You could always
run away from home.

Sure, you could hop a freight.

Maybe you do things like that
and break your mother's heart

but I've been brought up better.

Furthermore, I doubt if I could
even get away from New York

without-without having
to marry her.

But, of course, he can't
possibly get to New York.

It would be great
if I can get to New York.

But I suppose we all have
our crosses to bear

in this unhappy world.

Well, get ready, everybody.
Here it comes.

Here what comes?

What you've been dying
to tell us since you got home.

Can't fool me, James Hardy.

I give up.

Well... to make
a long story short

we're all going
to New York City for a visit.

'New York?'

- 'All of us?'
- 'How wonderful!'

New York? We won't know
how to act.

There's always
grandmother's book on etiquette.

New York!

Yes, I've gotta lick
a big New York law firm

for the orphanage.

How does that sound, Andy?

Oh, wh-why, I-I can't go
to New York.

Well, miracles never cease. Why?

I-I can't go and I won't go.

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

Why do we have to go to
New York? Why pick that place?

In New York, vice
and corruption flourish rampant.

It'll tell you so in the paper.

'New York's a sink of..'

Well, it's a sink.

And I-I don't wanna go,
I wouldn't be safe there.

Well, I've got to go
to New York.

"If the mountain won't come
to the Muhammad

Muhammad has to go
to the mountain."

What would he want
with a mountain anyway?

You may never have another
chance to see New York.

What does it have that Carvel
hasn't? Just tall buildings.

'What do people do when
in tall buildings?'

They jump out of windows.
That's what they do.

I tell you, New York
is a den of evil.

Well, son, New York
is evil in some aspects

but so is every village
and city in the world.

But the fact remains,
we're leaving for New York.

James, you don't really
want me to go.

Well, there's my school
and-and the expense.

'Milly.'

When I married
your sister, I said

"Whither thou goest, I will go."

'I might also have added, "We'll
will take your sister too."'

As regards your school, I've
already spoken to the principal.

And-and what
about my school, dad.

I'll miss my classes and I'll
get behind. I won't graduate.

Why, I'll end up a homeless
derelict in the gutter.

Aunt Milly is gonna give you
your lessons every day

till we get back.

And I wired Martha Booth
to find accommodations.

Then Andy will have
Betsy Booth for a playmate.

She must be 15 now.
Nice old-fashioned girl too.

'I think it's wonderful.'

Well, dinner's getting cold.
Andrew, eat your dinner.

A guy's world comes crashing
down around his shoulders

and you offer him
corn beef and cabbage.

Something tells me
we have Mr. Andrew Hardy

right where we want him.

Hello.

This is Miss Polly Benedict
speaking.

Oh, hello, Miss Benedict.

Yes, I've read
the morning papers.

Well, it's not positive
that I'm going to New York

with the family.

I don't feel so well.

Oh, you'll feel better just
as soon as you're on the train

speeding to the side
of your loved one.

You'll be glad to know
that we're printing the story

of your flaming romance
with Daphne Fowler

in the high school magazine.

You're gonna what?

But, uh, but you mustn't print
anything about me and Daphne.

It's a secret.

Listen, Hardy, Cynthia Potter
ain't gonna speak to me again.

So, you better make
good with that debutante

'cause when you get home,
you'll be the talk of the town.

Talk of the town, huh?

We just know you're gonna
send us back a photograph

of darling Daphne and you
to illustrate the story.

You what?

You and Beezy agreed..

You're gonna put it
on the cover too, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Goodbye.

Andrew, we'll meet you
and your father at the station.

Be there early, the engineer
may be in a hurry to start.

Turn the gas out
under the coffeepot

when your dad's
had his last cup.

Andrew, you've done everything
on your mother's list?

Everything but
the kitchen stove.

You better do that now.
I don't want any more coffee.

And what was it
mother wanted me to do?

Oh, yeah, I know.

I'm sure that's what
mother wanted me to do.

Andrew.

Well, for goodness sake,
what's the matter with you?

Don't-don't worry about me, dad.
Just go on and catch your train.

O-oh, what's wrong?

Oh, I-I've had
a complete nervous breakdown.

One minute I had my health
and the next minute I collapsed.

Collapsed?

I saw purple spots
in front of my eyes.

Then, everything went black.

I think I've got heart trouble.

I just read a new treatment
for heart trouble.

'It consists of grabbing
the patient violently'

'by the back of the neck... '

Oh, no, no, dad. Just, please,
just-just leave me alone.

Just let me lie here
and die peacefully.

Andrew Hardy, if you aren't up
on your feet in three seconds..

- Oh, well, it was worth trying.
- You, you come along.

Andrew, I don't wanna pry
into your secrets

but all this to-do about going
to New York has me worried.

Well, dad, I-I can't
tell you about that.

But maybe if we sat down
and talked life over carefully

for say about half hour or so...

And carefully miss the train?

No, Andrew, we're leaving
this minute.

- Come on.
- That's, uh, final?

That is final.

Well, we better get
a move on, dad

because I set the clock
back 10 minutes.

You did?
You what?

Come on here.

- It's-it's stupendous!
- It's unbelievable.

'Even if I see it,
I don't believe it.'

- 'James.'
- 'Mm-hm.'

- 'That building..'
- 'Yeah.'

'...is on fire.'

Ha-ha. Oh, mother,
that's steam escaping.

I guess I'm nervous about fire.

Andrew, sure you turned out the
gas underneath the coffeepot?

Mom, don't I always do
everything you tell me to?

James, Martha Booth's
husband's a rich man.

Suppose she reserves rooms
in some very expensive hotel?

Ah, don't you worry, mother.

Got a telegram on the train
this morning from Betsy.

Her father and mother are out
of town but everything's okay.

10-57, East 49.

This is what New York City
calls a maisonette.

An apartment remodeled
from one floor

of an old-fashioned
brownstone residence.

- James, I smell coffee.
- Of course, you smell coffee.

There's a general
housework girl here.

- Why, it's Betsy Booth.
- Sure. I'm Betsy.

Hope you didn't mind my
answering your telegram.

- Betsy.
- Hello, Mrs. Hardy.

Like the apartment?
Isn't it cute?

The servant can't come till
tomorrow so I'm making coffee.

- Hello, Andy.
- Hello, Betsy.

Wonderful to see you. Somebody
help me get outta this apron?

Didn't think you'll get here
for another half hour.

Andy, it's-it's
so wonderful to see you.

Guess I said that
before though, didn't I?

You know, well,
welcome to New York, everybody.

I'm all out of breath, ain't I?
Ain't I?

Well, I'm a little out
of breath myself, Betsy.

You got this apartment and hired
a girl all by yourself?

- I sure did.
- There you see, Andy.

Even in New York, a nice girl
thinks more about growing up

to be a good housewife
than dancing the rumble.

- Ma, rumba.
- I smell the coffee burning.

Oh, Andy, I brought my own
radio over for you to listen to.

You see, Mrs. Hardy,
it's only common gratitude.

After all, back in Carvel

Andy took me to my
first grown-up party.

Son, how do you do it?

Mm, dad, she doesn't
mean anything.

It's, well, hero worship,
that's all.

Well, my little hero,
let's get unpacked.

Mother, I bet this will be
one of the most exciting times

in our lives.

Why, I get to lick my waiting
wildcats in this town.

Emily, don't tell me
you actually

brought this book of etiquette.

Why, darling, that's the way
people conducted themselves

way back in the 80s.

Nice people never change.

James, you think it's alright
for Andy to walk out with Betsy?

- Hm?
- I mean, there are gangsters.

They might take Andy for a ride
or put him on the spot.

Well, Betsy's a New Yorker so,
of course, she carries a gat.

Of cour..

Oh, my goodness.

And what I don't know
about New York

I've been reading in a guide
and I can show you everything

like the Statue of Liberty
and Grant's Tomb

and Rockefeller Center.

- Kid's stuff.
- Yes, I-I suppose so.

Even if it is a little hard
on Rockefeller Center.

Oh, and here's
St. Patrick's Cathedral.

'I was here at a wedding
last week.'

- Aren't weddings wonderful?
- I'll never know.

I expect to live
and die a bachelor.

Here-here's where we live, see.
Way up on the top floor.

Sure, very interesting
for tourists.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Well, Andy, it was swell
of you to bring me home.

- It's nothing at all, Bets.
- Won't you come in?

No, no, thanks.
I've gotta be going home.

I've got a desperate problem
on my hands.

Me against the City of New York

and one of us is gonna be
ruined in the struggle.

Maybe it'd help you if you use
mother's car and chauffeur

while the folks are away.

Say, that will help
a lot. Thanks.

Only I think maybe she'd
want me to stay with the car.

You know, to see
that it would be safe.

Sure, that's alright.

I don't mind you riding with me

providing you don't ask
any personal questions.

I won't. I'll snuggle up
in the corner.

You won't know I'm there. What
time shall I bring the car?

What time do New Yorkers get up?

If there's anybody you wanna
see, we'll wake 'em up.

Alright, let's get
an early start. Say about 6:30?

I think there might be just
a few people in New York

that even we couldn't
get up that early.

- Why don't we start about nine?
- Alright, nine it is.

- Goodbye then.
- Goodbye, Andy.

Good afternoon, Miss Booth.
Lovely day, isn't it?

Kid's stuff!

Good afternoon, Miss Booth.
And how are you today?

I'll never know.

Good afternoon. There's some
mail on the drawing room table.

Very interesting for tourists.

Good afternoon, Miss.

Will there be anyone
for dinner, Miss Booth?

I expect to live
and die a bachelor.

- Mom.
- Yes, dear.

If I, if I asked you
something very confidential

you wouldn't betray me
to your husband, would you?

My husband?
Well, my husband's your father.

- Yeah.
- Oh, I see what you mean.

No, dear, no.

Well, look, mom. If you were
a stranger in a strange city

and you wanted to meet someone
that you've never met before

how would you go about
meeting them?

Them?

Say one or two
or just one person.

Well, I'll write them
a nice little letter.

Let's look at grandmother
Hardy's book of etiquette.

That's it, mom.
Saturate me with etiquette.

Of course, a letter like this
couldn't be sent through mail.

It would have
to be delivered in person.

Gosh, mom, you must have been
reading my mind.

"A letter introducing a
young man, still unknown to fame

"to a lady of fashion or
distinguished social position.

"Dear madam, commit me to
present to you my friend

'Mr. John Smith."'

Who-who's John Smith?

That would be you, dear.

Where was I?

"To present to you, my friend,
Mr. Andrew Hardy

'"a gentlemen
who's polished manners'

'and irreproachable
character.."'

Boy, mom, that's me all over.

Now, you wait here, Betsy.
Don't follow me.

No, I'll even keep my eyes shut.

- And don't you look, Prentiss.
- No, Miss Betsy.

Is she in?

She?

I mean, is Miss Fowler in?
I have a letter for her.

I'll see that
Miss Fowler gets it.

Uh, not this letter.

This has to be
delivered personally.

Come in, please.

I'll speak to Mrs. Hackett
as soon as she's free

and you can give
your letter to her.

Who is Mrs. Hackett?

Miss Fowler's secretary.

I'm afraid you won't be able
to see Miss Fowler herself.

- Oh!
- Won't you sit down, please?

Oh, thanks.

- 'Oh, Mrs. Hackett.'
- Yes, Miss Fowler.

'Telephone the fashion show.
Say I'm sorry to be late.'

'I'm leaving here immediately.'

I'll attend to it,
Ms. Fowler.

'I know you get paid
by the picture'

that's why you wanna
take so many.

I get paid by the job,
Ms. Fowler.

'But my boss wants
20 new poses.'

'Could you have the head
a little more to the left?

'Thank you.'

Mother.

What is it, young man?

Oh, I-I have a letter here
for Ms. Fowler.

It's a very special letter and
has to be delivered in person.

I'll take it, please.

No! Well, there's-there's
nothing in it

that a girl's mother
shouldn't read.

So, I guess it's alright.

What is it, mother?

Nothing, my dear.

Come with me, please.

- With you?
- This way.

You-you know, Ms. Fowler,
it's gonna be a real pleasure

to make your daughter's
acquaintance.

I'm afraid it won't be
as simple as that.

See, my daughter has
a great many demands

upon her time and energy.

She can't accept all the
friendship offered.

And, well, friendships
aren't established

by letters of introduction.

They aren't?

No, you see... friendships
come as a result of

knowing the same people,
liking the same things.

Having common bonds
of mutual interests.

Well, you mean,
that I-I couldn't have

a mutual interest
with your daughter?

I'm afraid not.

You mean, I'm not
her social equal?

Well, let us just say that

your paths seem to go
in different directions.

Well, you know, me,
that is, my family and me..

We're...
we're very nice people.

- Honest, we are...
- I'm sure of that.

But there are millions
of nice people in the world

and, well, Daphne can't be
friends with all of you.

- You see, what I mean.
- Yes, I-I see.

You mean...
there's no special reason

why I should be friends
with your daughter.

That's it.

And, an awfully good reason
why I shouldn't.

Well, I'm sorry, but you know,
back from where I come from

everybody has a mutual interest
in everybody else.

Of course... goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, I... I hope I didn't
cause you any trouble.

Not at all.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Andy... Andy, darling,
what's the matter?

I just aged 50 years.

Well... what happened
just now?

That's right, I promised
I wouldn't ask any questions.

What happened to me is a secret
I'll carry to the grave.

'Where to Ms. Booth?'

Anywhere.

Anywhere where I can
find some peace.

Grant's Tomb, Prentiss.

"Let us have peace."

General Grant, you and me both.

Well, let's go on inside

maybe the coffins
will cheer you up.

It's a fine world.

Back in Carvel, there are people
waiting to laugh at my funeral.

Here in New York, they got
coffins to cheer me up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I only meant that, maybe
the coffins would make you

be glad just to be alive.

Yeah.

There's something in that.

There's-there's something,
but not much.

Isn't it impressive?

Now, don't you feel glad
just to be alive?

I never before appreciated
the vantage of being dead.

Oh, Andy, couldn't you
tell me your problem?

I-I'm a woman
and maybe I could help.

I can't tell anybody.

Tragedy is gnawing at my vitals.

But I can't tell anybody.

But you mustn't give up.

Look at Ulysses S. Grant.

He didn't give up when
things looked the darkest.

He never had
any trouble like I got.

All he had on his hands
was a civil war.

Well, then, you pretend that all
you have is a civil war.

Andy, can't you tell me
what your trouble is?

Did General Grant talk
or did he act?

Then, you won't surrender.

You'll-you'll plan
a new campaign?

Betsy, I shall search out
the enemy's weakest point

and make use of strategy.

If I'm late for lunch,
all the strategy in the world

won't help me
with my dad. Come on.

James.

Oh, hello, Milly.

Well, how's the big
fur coat deal coming along?

Emily fall for it?

I've got Emily fooled.
She thinks the coat's for me.

So far, she says they're all
too young or too expensive.

Well, you keep at it.

I wanted her to have a good
fur coat all her life.

Don't let on it's for her
till we get home.

I won't. She'd pop back to
the store and exchange the coat

for a new kitchen stove.

- Oh, James.
- Hmm?

How's your orphanage business
working out?

Wonder if the children are home.

Milly, I've been twice
to the plush-lined offices

of Daphne, Court, and Underwood
but it appears the mighty

Mr. Underwood's away
on a shooting trip.

No one else in the office
seems to know what it's about

or even think it's important.

So, I'm going to court
and force a little action.

Good.

But don't tell Emily.
She'll be worried.

Hello.

Well, who do you think you are?

Ulysses S. Hardy.

In the matter of the
Cyrus Carvel Estate

vs. the Carvel County
Orphanage Incorporated.

Ready for the orphanage,
Your Honor.

Uh, ready for the estate.

Uh, I'm Underwood. My office
didn't tell me about this

until your
letter arrived. Sorry.

Your name is Handy, isn't it?

Well, no apologies are needed,
sir, but the name is Hardy.

Will you explain
your petition, sir?

To force the Cyrus Carvel Estate

to resume supporting
our orphanage.

'If it please the court'

I can save the taxpayers
a lot of money.

Obviously, you are not
aware of this amendment

to the original agreement.

1931, signed by
Harland W. Wyatt

President of the Carvel Counties
Orphanage Incorporated.

At the worst of the depression,
Wyatt demanded that we switch

the United States securities
in the orphanage trust fund

to European bonds.

I see.

Recent European developments,
those bonds are worthless.

'Those European bonds
defaulted'.

The trust has
no further obligation.

This is Mr. Wyatt's legal
acceptance of the exchange.

The Cyrus Carvel Estate
requests that you dismiss

Judge Hardy's petition.

Your honor, this is
a shocking surprise.

May I ask if this matter be
continued until Monday?

Which will give me time
to consider my position.

It is so ordered.

'We're happy, therefore,
to bring you the voice'

'of the glamorous example
of young American girlhood.'

'She, who has been called
the number one debutante'

'of New York society,
Ms. Daphne Fowler.'

'Thank you, Mr. Franklin.
Ladies and gentlemen'

'as President of
the Dog-lovers Society'

'I invite all dog lovers
to a benefit we're giving'

'at the Club Sirocco.'

'The entire receipts
of the Club Sirocco will go'

'to our fund for homeless dogs.'

'I, especially want to meet all
the people who have with me'

'a mutual interest in the
welfare of our little'

'four-footed friends.'

Betsy!

♪ La-la-la-la
la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-a ♪

- Mr. Andrew Hardy.
- Oh, show him in, please.

- Good evening, Betsy.
- Good evening, Andy.

- Did it come?
- Yeah.

- Where is it?
- It's in the guest room.

Don't move. Don't look.
Just wait.

Alright.

Betsy, what you're about
to behold is something

most children are never
privileged to see.

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone with a sky
of romance above ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone on a night
that was meant for love ♪

♪ There must be
someone waiting ♪

♪ Who feels the way I do ♪

♪ Whoever you are ♪

♪ Are you ♪

♪ Are you ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone on this night
that we two could share ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone with a kiss
that could make me care ♪

♪ And when you come
I promise ♪

♪ To be your very own ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone with a heart
meant for you ♪

'Get ready, Betsy,
here I come!'

Oh..

- Ain't I something?
- Andy, you're beautiful.

Uh...

But don't you think there might
possibly be something wrong

with the hat?

Yeah, I kind of thought
it was small too

but I didn't know how they're
wearing 'em now in New York.

But, you got a six
and seven-eighths, didn't you?

Oh, I got mixed up. I got
a six and seven-eights glove

and a five-and-a-half hat.

- No, what are we gonna do?
- Oh. My dad's.

Gee, that certainly
was a narrow escape.

New York must be
full of midgets.

Here, try this one.

Oh!

Your father must
have a noble head.

Paper, we'll stuff it
with paper.

Here give it to me.

Well, that's my dad's too.

I forgot all about a stud.

It certainly does look
like the real thing.

Andy, I don't wanna
ask any questions..

But I've heard the Club Sirocco
is awfully expensive.

Think nothing of it, my child.

Even if it's the swellest joint

they couldn't charge
more than a buck for dinner.

They charge much more than that.

Oh, I've got money to burn.

However, Betsy, there's
something you can tell me.

What?

Most likely, the food here is
different than that of Carvel.

So, maybe you could tell me how
to order a magnificent dinner.

Oh, I'm afraid I couldn't.

But I heard my dad say once
that if you wanna go

to a strange restaurant
and get the best food

just ask the waiter for
the specialty of the house.

Specialty of the house, huh?

Thanks a lot, Betsy.
Thanks a million.

- You've been simply grand.
- Oh, it's nothing.

You couldn't have done
more for me

had you been
an adult my own age.

Oh, gosh.
I don't wanna be late.

Where's my coat?

Andy, are you sure
you've got enough money?

- That Club Sirocco...
- Betsy, please don't worry.

Listen, suppose
the dinners are two dollars.

- Suppose they're three dollars.
- Oh, but Andy...

Listen, I've got eight dollars
in my bankroll

and with that
I can buy the Club Sirocco.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

♪ And when you come
I promise ♪

♪ To be your very own ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone with a heart
meant for you ♪

♪ Alone ♪

Check, sir.

Oh... thanks.

I beg your pardon, sir.
Have you a reservation?

The name, please.

Well, I-I haven't
got a reservation

but my name is Hardy.

Uh-huh. Which Hardy is that,
sir, if you please.

Well, my father's Judge Hardy.

Oh, judge.
This way, sir.

Um... see, I'm in the
right place, ain't I?

This is the Club Sirocco,
where Ms. Daphne Fowler's

having her dog-lovers party?

That's right, sir.
This is her table here.

Uh... what time do you
expect Ms. Fowler?

Not until later.

Ahem. Your shirt stud, sir.

Huh? Oh.

'Will you order now, sir?
Some hors d'oeuvre, perhaps?'

I'll just take the
specialty of the house.

That'll be caviar Romanoff
au tortoni.

I-I'll have
a double order, then.

And after this,
what will monsieur have?

Oh, just continue, my man.
The specialty of the house.

Shall I carve it, sir?

Yeah, yeah.

Say, waiter

Isn't it pretty near time
for Ms. Fowler to arrive?

Later, I believe.

For dessert, sir, may I suggest
another specialty?

Your judgment
is beyond reproach.

We call this bomba la Corsican.

Ah, ice-cream
with a French accent.

You look like a man
who needs a dog very badly.

A dog?
A worthy charity.

I'll buy one.

Each one autographed
by Ms. Fowler in person.

Ms. Fowler? Is she here?

Well, not until later,
I believe.

Oh.

$20, please.

- $20?
- Yes, sir.

Oh, no.
No, no, thank you.

I mean..that is, I just noticed
that the little dogs, they were

made of fur and I'm very
allergic to fur. No, thank you.

Imagine charging $20 for
a little ten cent dog like that.

Why, at that rate,
they charge you... well..

Waiter.

Uh, excuse me.

Something else, sir?

How much is it costing
me for this dinner?

3.75, $4, $12, uh,
in between $35 and $40, sir.

30 or 40?

Yes, sir.
Anything else, sir?

Yes.

You can take me
to see the proprietor.

He said he was
Judge Hardy's son.

And I don't want to offend
anyone connected with a judge.

I don't seem to recall
any Judge Hardy in this city.

My-my father's
Judge Hardy of Carvel.

What's Carvel?
Some little hillbilly town?

We're not hillbillies.
We-we wear shoes every day.

Oh, that's a big help.

And dress suits
every night, too?

I... I rented this.

'Putting on a big-front, huh?'

You also told Fred here,
that you were a friend

of Daphne Fowler's.

I did not. I just asked...
if she was coming.

I've never exactly
met Ms. Fowler.

Just an all round four flusher.

You should've seen
the way he ordered.

He didn't even glance
at the menu.

You could've at least looked
at the prices, couldn't you?

Yes.

But you wanted everybody
to think you were a big shot?

I guess I did.

Well, what are we going
to do about this

37 dollars and 25 cents?

Well..

I've got $8.

Maybe I could... work out
the balance by washing dishes

or I could..

Or I could send
you a dollar a week.

Please, don't send me
to jail, will you?

You don't wanna
bring your poor father

down in gray hairs
to his grave, eh?

He's pretty gray-haired already.

Bub, I know your type.
You're just a small-town sport.

'Not dry behind the ears yet.'

'Cause you were king of the kids
in your own hometown

'you've got
delusions of grandeur.'

When I was a boy,
we used to call your kind

too big for their britches.

'But I don't think
you even rate jail.'

'I think you need
a good spanking.'

Fred, put bub in a taxi.

Be sure the driver
gets the right address.

Come on, son.

Oh, come in.
Come in, Betsy.

Good morning.
May I see Andy, please?

He must've got in
pretty late last night.

We were asleep.

Oh, well, I won't wake him then.

Oh, boy, he must've had
a big night last night.

It's time for him to get up.

Andrew.

Andrew! Wake up!

It's Betsy Booth.

Good morning, Betsy.

Good morning, dad.

Morning, son.

Gee, you sure look like
a gorgeous wreck.

Come in, please.

Tell me all about it.

Andy, what's wrong?

I don't care
to discuss it, Betsy.

I'm sorry, I...
I brought back the clothes.

Yeah, I... I packed
the dress suit there.

I was going to bring it back..

At present time, I don't care to
come in contact with my family.

You've been simply
wonderful to me

but I... I don't care
to talk about anything now.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Well, I..

I hope I'll be seeing you

when you feel better.

Yeah, sure.
I'll-I'll call you..

As soon as the
world is normal again.

If it ever is.

Alright. My father's shirt stud.
It's in here alright, isn't it?

Uh... the stud, ye..

Well, uh, Betsy,
it was a little loose

and I thought maybe I'd have it
fixed before I brought it back.

Oh, fine. My father's very keen
about that stud.

Paid $400 for it.

Bye, Andy.

Four hundred dollars?

Bye, Judge Hardy.

And don't be worried about Andy
and me being mysterious.

What I'm worried
about, isn't Andy.

Bye.

Or maybe it is.

Some mail for you.

It's from Polly Benedict
and F. Baker Anderson.

F. Baker Anderson,
I presume is, Beezy?

Yeah.

Bad news?

Andy, I have problems
of my own..

But I'd like
to help you if I could.

Huh. You can't.

You... can't
help with this.

Help with what?

Oh, it's... it's not your fault,
dad. No more than it is mine.

You being born what you are
and... me what I am.

Mm-hm. What are you?

Dad... why couldn't
our family have had money..

Family trees and you know,
that kind of stuff?

Well, you have a family tree.

You've got parents
and grandparents

and great grandparents like
every living soul in the world.

- It's not what I mean.
- Well, what do you mean?

Why couldn't we have had class,
money and social position?

Why couldn't we have been
somebodies instead of nobodies?

For the first time
in my life, I realized

I'm not as good
as somebody else.

You do, eh?

You, eh, get your hat
and coat and... come with me.

What's this place?

This is the Hall of Fame
at New York University.

Dedicated in humble tribute to

"Mighty men which were
of old. Men of renown."

I brought you here
to show you some nobodies

that turned out to be
somebodies.

I never thought
I'd hear you, my own son

deny the very soil you walk on.

Soil that was earned for you
by the blood and tears

of men who said that, "All men
in America should be equal".

Equal?

It's funny.

Well, equal in that they shall
all have equal opportunities.

Alexander Hamilton.

Patrick Henry.

Andrew Jackson.

They left you a heritage
of freedom and equality.

A heritage you should
fight to keep.

Instead of kicking it around
and sniveling about class

money, social position.

What's that gotta do with
the fact that I've to go back

to Carvel and face the worst
punishment a guy had to take?

Punishment.

There's a man over there.

'Born a poor boy.'

'He took quite
a bit of punishment.'

That was a fine a 100 years ago
when a guy had a chance..

'...but, now there's millions
of people like us..'

I don't wanna talk about it.
You never will understand.

Ah. You've reached
that age, eh?

What's age got to do with it?

Back in a little tank town
like Carvel

I might be king of the kids,
but here in New York

I'm just a small-town hick
with delusions of grandeur

and you're just a country judge
that nobody ever heard of.

When a boy's stupid...
he's just stupid, that's all.

Come on home.

Reduced to these basic
chemical elements, therefore

the human body has a commercial
value of about 90 cents.

I'll sell out cheaper.

Name five of those
elements, Andrew.

Calcium, sodium,
phosphorus, iron, hm..

Misery, I guess.

Andrew... have you had a row
with your father?

I thought so.

That's why I suggested
your lessons

instead of your going with him
to see the Statue of Liberty.

Headache no better, dear?

The orphanage case?

Yeah.

You know, it got me licked.

And all because Harland Wyatt
lost faith in his own country.

Oh, those poor children.

I was so sure
that I've come to New York

to show them a thing or two.

I guess this town's
too big for me.

Oh, don't dear, please.

Come on, you two.
We can see it beautifully now.

Any city that doesn't
appreciate my husband

I don't think much of
and I wouldn't hesitate

to tell it to the Mayor himself.

Well..

I'd think that every man,
woman and child in America

would be grateful for
what that stands for.

- Flame of liberty.
- Flame?

Uh, James, even if our home
is just a little house

in a little town,
there'd be something

in the New York papers
if it burned down, wouldn't it?

Mother.

Is the gas under your coffee pot
all that the Statue of Liberty

means to you?

No, James Hardy.
It isn't.

It means that
people can't get together

behind somebody else's back
and conspire to take away

their privileges.

Not bad, mother, not bad.

Take away their privileges, huh?

Take away their privileges?

Why, of course,
why didn't I think of that?

Think of what?

Mother, you just said
"conspire behind their back

to take away their privileges".

I believe you've saved
the orphanage.

Now, listen. I'm going to hop
a plane, fly back to Carvel.

So, Marian, you have Andrew
down to the courthouse

Monday morning at 9:30
with my briefcase and papers..

Cyrus Carvel Estate

vs. the Carvel County
Orphanage Incorporated.

If it pleases the court,
I am Judge Hardy's son.

He told me to meet him here
at 9:30 and it's past 10.

He's gotta be here soon.

We'll give him
every opportunity.

I ask the court's pardon
for being late.

There is one essential
point of law.

An agreement entered into by
two parties for the benefit

of the third party
cannot be amended

without the consent
of the third party.

And the third party
specifically mentions

in our original agreement..

I quote..

"The creation and maintenance
of the Carvel Orphan's Home

"for the benefit of all
homeless orphans of Carvel

under the age of 18 years."

I would like to amend
my petition to name

a new petitioner.

And who is the new petitioner,
Judge Hardy?

Just a minute, just..

Your Honor,
this is the new petitioner.

One of the homeless orphans of
Carvel under 18 years of age.

With the court's permission, I'd
like to question the petitioner.

Francis, did you ever
sign an amendment

to the original trust agreement
between the Carvel Orphan's Home

and the trustees of the
estate of Cyrus Carvel?

No, Your Honor.

No, Your Honor.

It is our contention
that Mr. Underwood is, therefore

obligated to put back
the United States securities

eliminated by the amendment
and to continue payments

'to the Orphanage.'

Your Honor, please,
I don't think that

I would care to oppose
this new petitioner

before a jury of 12
good Americans and troops.

And if Your Honor will consent
to a further adjournment

I am certain that we can
work out an arrangement

satisfactory to everybody.

So ordered.

Now, how does that
strike you, Francis?

You said a mouthful, toots.

Off the record,
I should like to remark that

in my opinion, Judge Hardy
has also said a mouthful.

'Certainly, nobody in this
country wants to see'

'helpless orphans
left uncared for.'

Most admirable, Judge Hardy.

- Thank you, sir.
- 'Next case.'

How about my club
for lunch, Judge Hardy?

I don't want a club.

Well, what do you want, sonny?

My name's Butch
and I wanna go back there.

Oh, what for?

I wanna watch His Honor,
in the black nightshirt.

Well, I suppose, I take
Butch home for the day.

My wife and I haven't had
children about for 30 years.

Well, think you'd
enjoy him for a day?

I think I would.

And... speaking of children,
what's become of your son?

Forgot all about him.

Well, I think he went on home.

Well, I'll have the youngster
home by sundown.

Goodbye, Butch.

Goodbye, toots.

Dad..

Yes.

Dad... I just wanted to tell you
how proud I am.

You showing up
that Mr. Underwood.

That's not the real point.

They say he makes over
a million dollars a year.

Did you notice that
the court treated me

with equal consideration?

Millions or not.

They did, didn't they?

And the real point is that
I had an opportunity to win.

A small-town judge
with no social position

had an opportunity equal
to the big city lawyer.

An opportunity guaranteed
by the law itself.

The mighty men of old made
this that kind of a country.

And that kind of a country,
God willing, it always will be.

Dad, you..

You probably won't forgive me.

You shouldn't ever.

I don't deserve to be your son.

What I'm wondering is
do you deserve to be

any decent American's son?

Gosh, I-I don't know
what got into me.

I guess I was led astray
when I put all my faith

into General Grant and
he stabbed me in the back.

Yes?

It just goes to show you
what'll happen to a man

when he lets love blind him
to the principles of democracy.

Love, again, Andrew?

Yeah, love.

I know it doesn't sound
very logical starting out

with love and ending up
losing a $400 pearl stud.

A $400 pearl?

Well, I think during
this subway ride

we better have a serious
man-to-man talk.

Yes, sir.

But this time, start at the
beginning, the very beginning.

Well, the beginning was when
debutante started to wear

strapless evening gowns.

There, there.

Well, that'll do as a beginning.

Go on.

Oh!

- Hello, Andy.
- Hello, Betsy. Come in.

Andy, you didn't call me
all day today.

Are you mad at me?

I'm mad at the world.

I've got more troubles than
anybody since Job in the Bible.

I wouldn't be surprised, if,
by tomorrow, I got boils too.

Oh, you and trouble
just naturally gravitate

to each other, don't you?

If you're worried
about losing the pearl stud..

I'm not going to tell
anybody about your worrying.

How did you know I lost it?

You weren't a very
good actor, Andy.

Now do you feel better?

I'm in more trouble than that.

Why, I don't dare
go back to Carvel.

I'd be the joke of the town.

Little children would follow me
down the street, laughing.

Won't you please tell me
about it, Andy?

It can't do any harm.

And besides, sometimes
a woman's intuition

is better than a man's brains.

Well, Betsy, back home,
I got a crush on a girl

who lives here in New York.

Oh.

- Oh, that's bad.
- 'That's nothing.'

I kind of boasted around to
some people in Carvel that..

That she liked me.

- Doesn't she?
- I never even met her.

'Then I got double-crossed.'

I got double-crossed right
in the bosom of my own family.

My father makes me
come to New York.

I... I don't get it.

I've to get a picture of her
and take it home

to prove that
she's crazy about me or..

Or maybe I can bury myself
on a South Sea island.

I suppose, she's awful pretty.

Yeah, I guess so.

But, you know, Betsy

I don't think of her as
being a real person anymore.

She's... she's more-more
like a ghoul. You understand?

No, I don't if you've
got a crush on her.

But I haven't... anymore.

I... honest,
Betsy, I haven't.

I've got to get her a Blaine
picture, or I'll be ruined.

That's all she means to me now.

Yeah, but maybe
if you really met her

you'd go crazy about her again.

No, what I've been through has
knocked all of that out of me.

Oh.

What's her name?

Daphne Fowler.

Daphne Fowler?

Yes, the number one debutante.

Oh, wonderful!

Hey, are you nuts?

Why are some men so dumb?

Why didn't you tell me
this before?

Tell you what?

Hello, Stevens.
This is Ms. Booth.

May I please speak
to Ms. Fowler?

Thank you.

- You know Daphne Fowler?
- Of course, I do.

Hello, Daph.
Daph, this is Betsy.

I'm swell, Daph.

Say, listen, I wanna bring
a friend of mine

to your debut, Monday night.

Oh, he's a swell guy.
He's an old friend of mine.

Thanks, darling. Are you gonna
wear that new black strapless

evening dress
you tried on last week?

Of course, I would.
It's stunning.

Alright, darling. I'll tell you
all about my friend later.

Bye-bye.

Well, that's settled.

Out of the mouths of babes.

She's a real girl.

Without her make-up on, she
hasn't more glamour than I have.

She hasn't?

Mm-mm. Especially, when
she's not dressed up.

Like on botany trips.

Daphne Fowler likes botany?

Mm-hm. Only, uh, she doesn't
get much fun out of it

because flowers always
give her hay fever.

Hay fever, huh?

See, she's kind of susceptible
to it because she's anemic.

In fact, she's so anemic,
she wears long woolen underwear.

Long woolen underwear?

Gosh, it... makes me
feel kind of funny.

I know.

Whenever I get disillusioned,
I always get a pain

in my stomach.

Is Ms. Betsy Booth here?

They told me at her home,
she might...

- I'm, uh, I'm Betsy Booth.
- From the insurance company.

Your butler reported
a valuable pearl stud missing.

Oh, well, I loaned it
to a friend.

I'll-I'll wire him
right away in Chicago

and have him send it back.

Have your butler
let us know when the pearl

is returned. Then we won't
have to notify the police.

Police?

So, that's the whole story,
Judge Hardy.

Naturally, I didn't want
the kid's dollar a week.

Oh, I know you
don't, Mr. Carrillo.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Oh, no. The show was worth
the price of admission.

At $2 a week
out of his allowance..

My son'll have reason
to remember New York city

for a long, long time.

'37 dollars and 25 cents.'

I get the idea.

Can I send some champagne
around to your wife?

Oh, no, thanks.
There is one thing.

Somewhere in his adventures

my son lost a very
valuable pearl stud.

This one?

Well..

There she is, Andy.
The number one glamour girl.

Are you sure she doesn't
make your heart get jittery?

Nope, not a jitter.
I'm kind of fed up on glamour.

I'm going back to the
nice old-fashioned girls.

You know, the girls
who can look up to a man.

Hello, Daph.

How are you?

Oh, you're a knockout
in that strapless number.

I'm freezing in it.

This is Mr. Hardy?

Yes. May I present
Mr. Andrew Hardy.

One of nature's noblemen.

I'm most happy to make
your acquaintance, Ms. Fowler.

Greetings, Mr. Hardy.

From one dog-lover to another.

Mother, you remember
Mr. Andrew Hardy?

How do you do?
I'm glad you came.

Yeah, me too.

Shall we go in, Andy?
See you later, Daph.

Andy, Betsy's told me the
amazing story of your life.

So restrain yourself until
the sixth dance... glamour boy.

There's my pet photographer.

Guaranteed not to let
your eyes squint.

Oh, gee, Daph, you're swell.

Remember, party doesn't get good
until after mob goes home.

Come on.

Come on, Betsy. We're going
to get that photograph.

Lead on, Andy.

Betsy, I've been
working on Andy.

And he's really crazy about you
but he doesn't know it yet.

When the party simmers down,
I'll start telling you to sing

and you turn it on hot.

I've got a song, but if it
doesn't wake Andy Hardy up

he must be made out of concrete.

♪ I woke up this morning
and the sun was shining ♪

♪ But I didn't see it ♪

♪ Think I drank
my orange juice ♪

♪ But I don't know
I wouldn't guarantee it ♪

♪ Wore my yellow dress
Or was it blue? ♪

♪ Oh what's the use?
I don't remember ♪

♪ Is it Monday?
Is it Tuesday? ♪

♪ Is it June?
Or is it still December? ♪

♪ Sat beside my window ♪

♪ Watched the couple
strolling by ♪

♪ Felt so sorry for myself
I couldn't even cry ♪

♪ Finally I pulled the shade ♪

♪ I couldn't stand the gaff ♪

♪ So, I sat down
and wrote my epitaph ♪

♪ I'm nobody's baby ♪

♪ I wonder why ♪

♪ Each night and day I pray ♪

♪ The lord up above ♪

♪ Please send me down
somebody to love ♪

♪ But nobody wants me ♪

♪ I'm blue somehow ♪

♪ Won't someone hear my plea ♪

♪ And take a chance with me ♪

♪ Because I'm nobody's
baby now ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ No, nobody's baby ♪

♪ And I've got to know
the reason why ♪

♪ Last week I was walking
down the street ♪

♪ And met a boy and I said ♪

♪ Hey, maybe I was
meant for you ♪

♪ But he only tipped his hat
and shook his head ♪

♪ Kept on walking down
the avenue, oh ♪

♪ Nobody wants me ♪

♪ I'm mighty blue somehow ♪

♪ Won't someone hear my plea ♪

♪ And take a little
chance with me ♪

♪ Because I'm ♪

♪ No, nobody's baby ♪

♪ I'm blue somehow ♪

♪ Won't someone hear my plea ♪

♪ And take a chance with me ♪

♪ There's no denyin'
I'm cryin' ♪

♪ I'm lonesome on my ownsome ♪

♪ I don't mean, maybe,
I'm nobody's baby ♪

- One, one more song.
- Thank you!

Please, give us one more song.

Just one more.

Oh, gee, Betsy.
You were terrific.

Oh, thanks.

- Let's get out of here, huh?
- Sure.

I'm gonna show you something,
here in New York

that millions of people never
see in their lifetime.

What?

A horse.
Come on.

You don't suppose,
something will happen

that'll keep you
from going home tomorrow?

No, we-we have our tickets.

It's alright for you
to stay this late?

You know, it's getting dark.

I'd stay out
even if it wasn't alright.

I wouldn't let you. Your mother
expects me to take care of you.

It gives me the nicest feeling.

Do you know, I-I wish
I wasn't leaving New York.

Oh, we can write to each other.

Yeah.

And every time I get a letter

I'll pretend
you're sending me gardenias.

Like these.

I'm getting too old
for pretending.

I will send you gardenias.

Only, not right away on account
of that allowance trouble

that I told you about.

- You-you cold?
- No, I'm not cold.

It's... it's just like
Indian summer.

Really?

You know, you've-you've
changed a lot

since the last time
you were in Carvel.

I have?

'Yeah, you're-you're
more grown up and..'

Well, gee,
I'd completely almost forgot

how swell you were.

Maybe, I wasn't as swell
when I was in Carvel.

Maybe, you just didn't notice.

One thing about me
hasn't changed though.

No boy has... has ever
kissed me yet.

You know, I..

I was sittin' here
thinking that I... I wanted to.

I wanted to kiss you.

Then, when I think that I do,
then I'm afraid that I don't.

Don't want to?

Well, sometimes wanting to
and not wanting to

is better than wanting to.

I know.

I knew you were thinking
about kissing me.

I was just as afraid you would

as much as I was afraid
you wouldn't.

Gosh, this is... this is much
too important

to be monkeying around with.

I'll remember that, too.

So, we can see each other again.

Betsy..

I'll come back some day.

If you mean that..

Maybe, you better kiss me.

Even if we both don't want to.

Some day.

Betsy.

Hey.

Don't cry.

Well.

I know why you're crying.

You're crying,
because-because I kissed you.

Look, it-it isn't
that glamorous to cry.

It's funny when a,
when a girl cries

because you-you like her.

'Why..'

Why, even when her nose
is shiny, she's glamorous.

Oh, boy!
That's what I call glamour.

I'll bet you..

Bet your Polly Benedict,
couldn't be glamorous

with a shiny nose.

Polly Benedict?

Huh, you wait till
I get back to Carvel.

Well, New York is wonderful.

It's always good to get home.

Excuse me, I've to fix my hair.

Excuse me too. I've got a couple
of predatory insects to destroy.

Ah, save me a trip.
Will you, son?

Drop Francis off
at the orphanage.

Oh, dad, I'm too big
to be cartin' around babies.

Too big for your britches?

I'm sorry.

What a lotta grief
you're gonna go through

before you're my age.

- James?
- Hm.

- There's no coffee.
- Now, now, mother that..

Oh, ha-ha-ha.

Wasn't that silly to worry?

I remembered what I told Andy
to cancel the milk.

Well, don't worry
about the milk.

I've personally told the milkman
not to leave any.

Hello, Polly.

Have you seen your advance copy
of the Olympian?

No, I haven't yet.

But it's here. I'll look at it
right away. Hold the wire.

I saw it.

I..

But how could it
ever have happened?

Oh, what are we gonna do?

Listen, I'll meet you
at the school right away.

Oh, Andy had the cover changed.

But how did he dare?

Oh, Beezy, he did know
that girl.

What awful idiots we've been.

Cynthia Potter warned me.

Andy kissed her
when he took her out.

I should have known better,
than to trifle with him.

Beezy.

Maybe, he's been
secretly married

to that Daphne Fowler,
all the time.

Andy Hardy.

Who's baby is that?

I remember you, sister.

You're the little girl
that failed in geometry.

It was to protect his future
that we went to New York.

What?

Oh, the orphanage.

Hey, look, I thought,
I was dreaming

but they're all the same.

You printed up the story
and I supplied you

with an exclusive cover.

And it's not faked either.

I trust that the younger
generation of this town

has learned
to respect it's elders.

I'm sorry, Andy,
I take back everything I said.

- I'll apologize in writing.
- Not necessary at all.

Bub, you're just too big
for your britches.

Take Francis back
to the orphanage for me.

Yes, sir.
I mean, yes, Andy.

Come on.

You and me, will stop
at Cynthia Potter's.

She's just crazy about babies.

Yes and a mouthful, toots.

So, Daphne Fowler was in love
with you all the time.

Well, there's our picture there.

Society's number one
glamour girl.

Trying to coax me for a smile.

Ah, swell girl, Daph,
sort of a adolescent Cleopatra.

Perhaps,
you are too mature for me.

No doubt, no doubt.

When I was in New York,
I was thinking

sophisticated girls may make you
appreciate old fashioned girls.

You know, the type that starts
to cry when you kiss 'em.

Ah... are you engaged
to Daphne Fowler?

Daphne?
Oh, no, no, no.

Just another milestone
in my career.

You know, you used to be a
sweet, unaffected little child.

And I always thought that
you kinda looked up to me.

I do, Andy.

I think, I think,
I should cry right now

if you were to kiss me.

Ah, then, that-that's
a good idea

but of course, you don't
wanna go to extremes.

When you kiss a girl,
as I was telling Betsy.

Betsy?

It-it slipped.

It slip-slipped out.

Uh, can I help it
if I have irresistible charm?

That's not charm.
That's polygamy.

But, oh, Andy,
how we women love it.

James, it's lovely.

- You really like it?
- Oh, it's beautiful.

And since you want us to end up
in the poor house, I'll keep it.

James, you're the best husband
that ever lived.

Gosh. How once
women do mount up.