1:27:06
There you go.
1:27:08
A toast to Mae. She's okay.
1:27:11
l'm a songwriter too, huh?
1:27:14
Would you caIl the McAfee house again
and see if my Al-- Sonny!
1:27:17
Mama, what are you doin'
in a place like this?
1:27:19
We're playin' canasta.
l got lonesome.
1:27:21
- Did you cut the Russians?
- And why are you consorting with him?
1:27:24
- Glad to meet you.
- Now looks ain't everything.
1:27:26
Besides, Mr. Maude
is 100% gentlemen and a widower.
1:27:30
Three times. Sit down, Albert.
1:27:32
Any son ot Mae Peterson is a triend
of mine. Come. Sit down. Go on.
1:27:35
Mama, get your things. We're taking
the bus to New York tonight.
1:27:38
Your song! lt's all off?
1:27:40
- lt's dead, like l am. Let's go.
- You ain't going, Mae. Say you ain't!
1:27:43
- You unhand her. Come on, Mama.
- Okay, buster. Set 'em up!
1:27:47
Double scotch and gin on the side
and, uh, a bourbon chaser.
1:27:51
Make that a triple chaser,
and bring on the dancing boys!
1:27:55
Well, come on. Make me the drinks,
Meyer. We gotta put out this tire.
1:28:00
Everything is Rosie
1:28:02
Cha, cha, cha
1:28:04
- 'Cause my name is Rosie
- Oh, the poor thing.
1:28:06
- Fifi, huh
- She can't get over me.
1:28:09
-She's singing the song l wrote tor her.
-You wrote her a song?
1:28:12
Well, only eight bars, Mama.
Somehow l never could tinish it.
1:28:15
Hey, what's with the red cap?
You got a train inside?
1:28:26
Where are you goin'?
1:28:27
l'm gonna go down and see what
the boys in the back room will have.
1:28:30
Albert, where are you going?
1:28:32
To save her trom herselt-- to save her
for me. She might get in troubIe.
1:28:37
Report on the charity bazaar we ran
for the benetit ot the old tolk home--
1:28:41
to wit net cash receipts, $840.06.
1:28:48
Valuable goods contributed,
two milk cows, live...
1:28:52
eighty lugs ot tresh fruit...
1:28:55
forty-five young cumquat trees...
1:28:58
one ton of fertilizer--