343 Oleander Heights, did you say?
Of course it is, idiot! I know it like I know my own address! [hangs up; beat.] Wait a minute;–– it is my own address!
Most scenes together: Nicole Harris & Willoughby Whitfield (6), Grandma Steinmetz & Nicole Harris (3), Grandma Steinmetz & Willoughby Whitfield (3)
343 Oleander Heights, did you say?
Of course it is, idiot! I know it like I know my own address! [hangs up; beat.] Wait a minute;–– it is my own address!
Well, he's got more stuff than I thought. Yeah, I'm sorry he's going too. All right, I'll see you later. Bye-bye.
Flight 38 for Las Vegas...
I tell you, Mother, you've never seen Uncle Alonzo in such a rage! He's probably having this airport watched right now. But he won't find me. I'm wearing a disguise. A disguise... A beard and a mustache. Yes, I know, Mother. I promised I wouldn't grow a beard when I left. Don't you understand? It isn't real. No, I will not go back and apologize to Uncle Alonzo! He is a greedy, unscrupulous, no-good, thieving, uh, uh, uh, coyote. Yes, thank you, miss. Oh! No, Mother, my asthma is not coming back. No, nothing's the matter with me. Everything is just fine now. This is the turning point of my life. Uncle Alonzo used to push me around and you were always telling me what to do. Then I met this perfectly wonderful girl. I was even afraid of her 'til now. I've just decided something. I am not going to be a rabbit anymore! Good-bye, Mother.
Miss Harris, let's stop kidding ourselves, okay? This is just an ordinary little car. Like a million other ordinary, rather unattractive... Whoa!
I don't think you should've said that. Herbie's very sensitive about his appearance!
All right, you've had your laugh. You ought to stop now.
You won't get Herbie to stop until you say you're sorry.
Miss Harris, the thing that upsets me most about this whole thing is you trying to maintain the fiction about this... [notices that they are approaching an intersection of busy traffic] Whoa! [ducks down]
Please, tell Herbie you're sorry.
All right, all right. Herbie, I'm sorry.
I think you're a very good driver.
You think it's a trick, don't you?!
Who're these clowns?
They're your new layers, Mr. Hawk. You fired the others yesterday.
Okay, fellas, now I want to tear down the Steinmetz firehouse. Okay?
Just a moment. Mr. Hawk. Do you have the necessary permit?
Of course I don't have a permit! I don't even own the land yet!
Sorry, Mr. Hawk. Such an action would only jeopardize your entire legal standing of your new building. We can't permit...
Will you get outta here? I didn't hire you to tell me what I can't do, I hired you to tell me how I could do it! GOOOOOO!
Of course I have to humor Herbie. He used to be a famous racing car, but his driver went off to Europe to drive foreign cars, so he's a little sensitive. You can understand that.
Oh Nicole, I want you to meet a gentleman from Mr. Hawk.
How do you do?
<She punches him in the face. The orchestrion plays another selection.>
Oh, Mr. Whitfield! Such a nice young man!
So they're bothering us again, are they?
Oh! Darling, you've hurt your hand!
On the contrary, it feels marvelous!
<She kisses her hand.>
Make your play, Hawk! We're standing pat!
I think Captain Steinmetz would have liked you, Mr. Judson. You're his kind of man!
Thank you, ma'am.
Nice picture. Do you carry it with you everywhere?
Don't you think we ought to see what all those noises are?
When Mr. Hawk says he doesn't want to be disturbed, that's it.
Loostgarten speaking.
Right, Mr. Hawk.
Loostgarten, there's been a slight change in plan. I don't want you to knock down the firehouse tonight. Instead I want you to knock down 343 Oleander Heights. You got that, 343 Oleander Heights?
Right.
WRITE IT DOWN! [Loostgarten starts scribbling the address down on a notepad.] I don't want you to be blackballed in the wrecking ball business. If you know what I mean.
Don't you get fresh with me, young man!
Watch it, Smitty. She's the ringleader.
Come on, Grandma! Move it! Put your hands up!
I most certainly will not! If you say "please," I might consider it.
All right. Please!
There, now; you see, that wasn't so difficult after all. If you would mind your manners, young man, life would be easier for all of us. And now would you be good enough to tell me just exactly what you are doing with my furniture?
How do we know, lady? All I can tell you is that nothing goes out without Mr. Hawk's okay.
Good night, Herbie. Pleasant dreams.
If I do marry Willoughby, I'd like the satisfaction of nailing him myself!
Well, thanks anyway for trying, Millie. Bye. [She hangs up.] Millie's one of the stewardresses who works for Hawk's airlines; she can't figure out his address either.
May I say something?
No! I'm still mad at you for not taking care of Grandma!
If we can't figure out where he lives, my idea won't work.
Well, we'll just have to think of something else.
I am going to say something! I've sent Uncle Alonzo a Christmas card every year since I was 7 years old. [He pulls out a card with the correct address on it.] And here's his address!
Willoughby! Oh, you're wonderful! [She gives him a hug and kiss.]
Are you all right, Grandma?
Of course. I just met the most interesting man!