Christmas in Connecticut

Go into the kitchen, get the drinks
for the judge, and in the meantime...

...I'll keep him entertained.
- Are you ready yet?
- No, not quite. Just a few more minutes.

I hope it won't be long. I've gotta
get home and trim my Christmas tree.

Trim your Christmas tree, eh?
Then I'm going to hang up my stocking.
- Oh, quick! Get back in there.
- Well, look, look.

No, not now.
I'm sorry, judge, I'm sorry.

- How do you do? I'm Alexander Yardley.
- Yes, yes. How do you do?

- I'm John Sloan.
- Is Mrs. Lane in?

Mrs. Lane? You mean Mrs. Sloan.
I'm Mr. Sloan.

- Elizabeth Lane's husband?
- Yes. That's... Yes, that's right.

Elizabeth Lane's husband.
Come in, won't you?

- Thank you.
- Well, I'm...

- I'm delighted to see you, Mr. Yardley.
- The pleasure's all mine, Mr. Sloan.

It was considerate of your wife
to ask me. Where is the little lady?

Oh, she's bathing the baby,
and I think Mr. Jones is helping her.

Well, well, that's what
I call real hospitality.

Taking the poor lad
right into your domestic life.

I am deeply touched, deeply touched.
Your wife's a wonderful woman.

- Thank you. May I take these?
- Why, certainly.

And have your coat?
- Well, it's just about time to feed her.
- Feed her? Oh, yes.

Well, you do this,
and I'll go get her dinner.

Well, princess...
:42:36 we doing, huh?
Here we are.
Elizabeth, darling.
Oh, merry Christmas, Mr. Yardley.
Merry Christmas, my dear Mrs. Lane.
Or rather, Mrs. Sloan.

It's a great privilege, a great privilege.
I have been admiring your charming room.

It's exactly as you described it. But...
Where is the spinning wheel?
- The spinning wheel?
- Oh, yes, the spinning wheel.