:33:00
What, a tuba?
:33:03
No, a postcard
with one of your poems on it.
:33:06
- Oh, no.
- You don't carry a pocketful with you?
:33:08
Oh, too bad. I was hoping
you'd autograph one for me.
:33:12
- I was too.
- Now, wait a minute, boys.
:33:15
Perhaps Mr Deeds
would recite one for us.
:33:17
That's a very good idea.
:33:20
Nothing like a poet
reciting his own stuff.
:33:22
How about a Mother's Day poem?
:33:24
Exactly. Give us one that rings
the great American heart.
:33:26
Yes. Go ahead.
:33:30
I get the idea. I know why
I was invited here. To make fun of me.
:33:32
- Oh, not at all.
- Don't be ridiculous.
:33:37
- Look, he's temperamental.
- What if I am? What about it?
:33:39
It's easy to make fun of somebody
if you don't care how much you hurt 'em.
:33:45
Your poems are swell, Mr Brookfield,
but I'm disappointed in you.
:33:49
I must look funny to you,
:33:52
but if you went to Mandrake Falls
you'd look as funny,
:33:54
only nobody'd laugh at you,
because that wouldn't be good manners.
:33:57
Maybe postcard poems are comical,
but people think they're good.
:34:03
Anyway, it's the best I can do.
So if you'll excuse me, we'll be leaving.
:34:07
I guess I found out that
all famous people aren't big people.
:34:12
And if it weren't for Miss Dawson,
I'd bump your heads together.
:34:19
Oh, I don't mind.
:34:23
Then I guess maybe I will.
:34:25
Waiter!
:34:32
Eureka!
:34:34
Stop it. Go away, go away.
:34:37
Step aside.
:34:40
Say, fella, you neglected me
and I feel very put out.
:34:41
Look, sock it right there, will ya?
Sock it hard.
:34:45
- I've got it off my chest.
- Oh, listen.
:34:48
The difference between them and me
is I know when I've been a skunk.
:34:50
You take me to the nearest news-stand
and I'll eat a pack of your postcards raw.
:34:54
Oh, what a magnificent deflation
of smugness!
:34:59
Pal, you've added ten years
to my life.