Bringing Up Baby

David, they found it! They found it, David!
Not the intercostal clavicle?
It's on its way. It'll be here tomorrow.
Just think of it, Professor.
The very last bone we needed
to complete the brontosaurus.

The intercostal clavicle is arriving
tomorrow after four years' hard work.

- Congratulations, my boy.
- Isn't it great? I can hardly believe it!

Stop it. Really, David, there's a time
and place for everything.

What will Prof. LaTouche think?
After all, you're getting married tomorrow.
- Yes, I know we are...
- Right, we're getting married tomorrow.

Isn't that odd? Two important things
happening on the same day.

I think the occasion calls for a celebration.
Don't worry, we'll celebrate.
We're going away
directly after we're married.

Going away? What are you thinking of,
David? After receiving this telegram?

As soon as we're married,
we're coming directly back here...

- and you're going on with your work.
- Alice.

Now, once and for all, David,
nothing must interfere with your work.

Our marriage must entail
no domestic entanglements of any kind.

- You mean...
- I mean of any kind, David.

Alice, I was sort of hoping...
You mean children, all that sort of thing?

Exactly. This will be our child.
Yes, David, I see our marriage
purely as a dedication to your work.

Alice, everybody has to have
a honeymoon and...

We haven't time.
You have an appointment this afternoon.
- Have I? What for?
- To play golf with Mr. Peabody.

What Peabody?
The Alexander Peabody
who represents Mrs. Carleton Random.

Now let me think.
Who may donate $1 million
to the museum to complete all this.

Oh, sure! That Mr. Peabody.
$1 million.
That's pretty white of Mr. Peabody.

You haven't got it yet.
Let me remind you that a lot depends
on the impression you make on him.

Don't worry. After I've received this,
I feel good for anything.

I'll wow him, I'll knock him for a loop.
David, no slang.
Remember who and what you are.

- That's right.
- Go on. You mustn't keep him waiting.

- Goodbye, Alice. I mean, Professor.
- Don't forget your golf clubs.

Remember, let Mr. Peabody win.