:08:07
Mother, will you tell Daddy I beat you.
Will you tell him?
:08:09
- Lf I tell him, he'll think I'm conceited.
- He'll be awfully disappointed in me.
:08:13
- But you're so solid with him anyway.
- You think so! All right, I'll tell him.
:08:18
And to prove it beyond doubt,
I'll photograph the finish!
:08:22
Swell!
:08:27
Lickety-split now!
It's got to look like the real McCoy.
:08:30
All right, Mother. Here I come.
:08:40
The winner!
:08:42
- I'll have to borrow your horse next time.
- I could beat you with any horse.
:08:46
Let me take you now, Mother.
:08:48
Wait a minute. Look at that one.
:08:54
How's that?
:08:55
Look out there.
You're shooting us on the bias.
:08:57
I meant to. That's artistic.
:09:00
That won't impress Daddy.
He's heard that one before.
:09:04
- How is this for artistic?
- That's swell.
:09:07
Hold it. Still.
:09:13
My goodness! What a racket.
:09:16
If this was an angel cake,
it would fall like a board.
:09:18
Any great ideas about
dessert tonight, Ingrid?
:09:21
- Baked apples.
- What? No charlotte russe?
:09:23
- You never eat it, and he shouldn't.
- Why?
:09:26
Because he sits in an office all day,
and most every night too, lately.
:09:30
That's why he should be pampered.
It's our last dinner at home.
:09:33
We'll be up in Canada for two weeks,
living like pioneers.
:09:36
I'll be cooking, so you know what he'll get.
:09:38
I know. Indigestion.
:09:41
You can't fool me. You cook for him
like a French chef all the time you're away.
:09:46
I was looking for my cookbook
this morning, and I found it in your trunk.
:09:51
- I'll bring it back.
- I hope.
:09:53
What kind of food
do you want for him tonight?
:09:57
- Pancakes Barbara.
- Ridiculous. 20 pounds right off.