Christmas in Connecticut

- Not in there. You'll wake up the baby.
- The baby?

Well, it's borrowed. I mean, it's adopted.
Oh, go ahead.

Nora, turn off the music
and don't forget to call me Mrs. Sloan.

What, already?
Quartermaster Jones reporting.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones.
Your mother invited me, Elizabeth Lane.
No, I'm Elizabeth Lane.
It's my pen name. I'm really Mrs. Sloan.
Won't you come it?
Merry Christmas.
This is my uncle Felix.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I'm sorry, I... I guess I didn't expect...
I mean, I thought you were...
Oh, I brought a present for you.
- That'll be a dollar even, commander.
- Okay.

Gee, thanks. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
I... I guess I pictured you...
Oh, older? Yes, everyone does.
It's lovely, isn't it, Uncle Felix?
Wonderful. Just what you need.
I read in your column...
...where you were trying to buy one
and couldn't...

:35:15 I hope you like it.
Of course I do.
My old man was an expert
with rocking chairs.

He said he used to solve
all his problems in one.

But you have to know how to rock.
- Don't you just rock?
- Oh, no.

- No?
- No.

I'll show you.
Suppose you're tired and worried
about a problem.

Well, then you rock like this.
Like you're on a ship,
away from everything...

...rolling soft and smooth
over the open sea.

Well, then you get to thinking
slow and calm.

Get it? That's the ocean rock.
- I never thought of that before.
- There's the horseback rock.

When you can't sit still,
you gotta be doing something...

...and you rock like this, very fast.
Then the lazy rock.