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- Morning, sweetheart.
- Don't good morning me!
Where were you last night?
- Stan took me to see a Punch and Judy show.
- I'm getting sick and tired of this.
It's Stan here, Stan there,
Stan wants me to go here, Stan wants me to go there!
I tell you it's beginning to get on my nerves.
Why you ought to be ashamed to even be seen on the street
with him.
Well, I tell you, I understand--
(telephone rings)
Well, why don't you answer the telephone?
- All right.
Hello?
- That you, Ollie?
- Yes.
- Say listen, I just got a couple of tickets
for tonight for the Cement Workers Bazaar.
Can you come along?
We might win a prize.
They're going to give away a steam shovel.
- Yes, Mr. Jones.
Thank you very much, Mr. Jones.
I certainly appreciate it.
Goodbye, Mr. Jones.
- Well, who was that?
- That was Mr. Jones, my new boss.
- Oh.
- He's having a big business meeting tonight
and he wants me to attend.
- Oliver!
- All of the out-of-town boys are going to be there.
Big influential men.
Just the kind of men that you want me to associate with.
- Oh.
At last you're beginning to get someplace.
- It'll do me a lot of good.
- Why naturally.
- It'll have a tendency to promote me
to higher endeavors.
(telephone rings)
I'll get it.
Hello?
- Hey Ollie, this is me.
- Oh, hello, Mr. Jones.
Oh, don't you worry, I'm sure it'll be all right.
Goodbye, Mr. Jones.
(both chuckle)
(knock on door)
- Come in!
What do you want?
- I just came to tell Ollie that was me on the phone.
- Mr. Jones, huh?
- Well, honey, if you'll just wait.
- A big businessman, huh?
(overlapping talking)
Old Mr. Jones, huh?
(overlapping talking)
(objects thudding and clattering)
- I can explain everything.
(Oliver yells)
- A big business meeting, huh?
Oh, a big business meeting.
- Wait, honeykin.
- There he is!
Open this door!
You hear me?
(pounding on door)
You hear me, open that door!
Will you open that door?
All right, but I warn you, Oliver Hardy.
You go out with that Laurel again and I'm through!
You get me?
(pounds on door)
(door slams)
- Did you ask her about going out tonight?
What'd she say?
- You heard what she said.
- Well, what's the matter with her anyway?
- Oh, I don't know.
She says that I think more of you
than I do of her.
- Well, you do, don't you?
- Well, we want go into that.
- You know what the whole trouble is?
- What?
- What you need is a baby in your house.
- Well, what's that got to do with it?
- Well, if you had a baby
and it would keep your wife's mind occupied,
you could go out nights with me
and she'd never think anything about it.
All your troubles would be over.
Wouldn't think a thing about it.
- You know, I think that's a pretty good idea.
- You bet your life it's a good idea.
You know, it's a well known fact that all the happiness
in the home, when you have a baby
and there's a wife and you and the baby,
it's a well known fact.
I know, I've read about that.
- I'm beginning to think that you're right.
- You bet your life I'm right.
You know, I'm not as dumb as you look.
- You bet your life you're not.
Anybody that could think.
What do you mean you're not as dumb as I look?
- Well--
- Come on.
- Where are you going?
- We're going to adopt a baby.
- What for?
- Come on!
What for?
(man mumbles)
- Thanks, what's the occasion?
Congratulations.
- Thank you, sir.
Here, you hold the baby while I go in and break the news.
Careful now.
Won't she be surprised?
(coos)
(Laurel coos loudly)
Shh!
Arabella?
Yoo-hoo!
- What's the matter?
- She's not here.
- Where'd she go?
- Oh, I suppose she went, how do I know where she is?
(knock on door)
Come in.
- Are you Mr. Hardy?
- Yes, sir.
- A little present for you.
- What's this?
- Your wife is suing you for divorce.
- Gee, that's tough.
- Your name Laurel?
- Yes, ma'am.
Sir.
- This is tougher.
- What's this?
- You're being sued for the alienation
of Mr. Hardy's affections.
And she'll take you hook, line and sinker.
(door slams)
- Well, here's another nice mess
you've gotten me into.
- These are the adoption papers in your name.
Well, I'll be seeing you.
- Where are you going?
- I'm just going down--
- Well, you can't leave me here with this child.
- Why?
Why, you're just as much responsible for it as I am.
- What have I got to do with it?
- What have you got to do with it?
What have you got to do with it?
Why, you were the one that wanted me to have a baby.
And now that you've gotten me into this trouble
you want to walk out and leave me flat.
- Well, I don't know anything about babies.
- Well, you should have thought of that
before we got it.
- I don't wanna get mixed up in this thing.
I have my future.
My career to think of.
- Your career.
What about me?
What will my friends say?
Why, I'll be ostracized.
- Well, I'm going to lose my hook, line and sinker.
- So, you're going to desert me.
Just when I need you most.
Oh!
Oh, you.
You are not leaving this room.
- Well, I couldn't help it.
(baby cries)
- Now you've gone and done it.
Go in the kitchen and fix some milk.
Go ahead.
Sh!
(baby crying)
Who was it?
- Somebody complaining about the baby.
- Oh.
- Making the noise.
(toy rattles)
(bell clanging)
- Will you stop that noise?
How do you expect me to get this baby quiet?
- Well, I was only doing the best I could.
- Here, you hold it a while.
I'm all fagged out.
Oh.
- Sh!
(baby fussing)
I wonder what's the matter with her.
- I don't know.
Maybe it's hungry.
Why don't you give it something to eat?
(Laurel shushing)
What do you keep the milk in there for?
- I put it there to keep it warm.
(baby quiets)
- Sh!
- I'm stuck.
- Here, you hold the baby.
Now would you mind fixing the bed?
Thank you.
What'd you strike that match for?
- I wanted to see if the switch was off.
- That's a good idea.
Get that floor lamp.
I don't want you striking matches all night long.
Couldn't see whether the switch was off or not.
(grunts)
(screams)
(Oliver crashing)
(baby crying)
Oh.
- You woke the baby up.
(Oliver yells)
(baby fussing)
The baby's crying.
- Of course he's crying.
Will you put this lamp over there?
- But it won't reach.
- It won't reach.
You've got to pull the plug out of the socket.
Here.
(yells)
(telephone rings)
Will you see if you can get that baby quiet?
Hello!
How do you expect us to keep this baby quiet
with you ringing the phone?
(baby quiets)
Now fix that lamp.
- Sh.
- And if you must make a noise, make it quietly.
Sh!
What are you putting that cotton in your ears for?
- Well, if I make a noise I won't be able to hear it.
- Oh.
(bottle clatters)
(bed creaks)
(Laurel whimpers)
(Oliver screams)
(objects crash)
(baby crying)
(suction pops)
(telephone rings)
(knocking on door)
(baby crying)
Sh!
(baby wailing)
(baby quiets)
(humming)
(object streaks)
(suction pops)
(baby crying)
Sh!
(sighs)
Drinking the baby--
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