ENGLISHBoo-boo.
Couldn't we read another book?
We've read this one a hundred times.
Please?
Nanny Gilbertine is so tired of
the Boo-boo book, she could just gag.
Boo-boo.
All right. All right.
"One fine and sunny day,
Baby Boo's nanny Henrietta said
'Baby Boo, today you shall go
on a wonderful adventure."'
"'You will see the many,
many sights of the Big City."'
"After a lovely breakfast
they walked down the lane to the corner,
where they boarded a big, blue bus."
"They were on their way to the Big City."
"Baby Boo felt very grown-up indeed,
for this was his first trip
away from Mother and Father."
Did I tell you?
- Baby's having his picture taken today.
- Oh. Say hello to old Willy for me.
Old Willy isn't doing it.
I've hired Downtown Baby Photographers.
He's photographed Cotwell babies
since the Depression.
Old Willy hasn't had a picture
in the paper in over 20 years.
Everyone we know has had
their baby's picture in the paper.
Baby Bink is almost a year old
and virtually unknown.
I can't count the number of times I've been
asked why we're keeping our baby a secret.
You're right.
The only way to quiet such talk is to have our
small-minded friends open up their papers
and see a photograph of
the prettiest baby in the city.
- Get out! Come on!
- Come on, let's go. I said move it!
Move it!
Off with the fuzzy pink and blue sweaters,
nice and slow.
- Ed, does it matter who wears pink or blue?
- No!
Cotwell... Cotwell... Where is that little...
Dinner with the Westfalls tonight.
Don't forget to do your breathing exercises
Dr Phillips suggested.
- I have a breathing scheduled at 11.
- Bless your soul.
Have a wonderful day.
Bing?
What did you forget?
Oh, my pen! Thank you, Andrews.
What else?
Darling, you know how
I hate games in the morning.
Of course. Goodness, how could I forget?
Don't you get...
Don't you get into any mischief
while Dada's gone. Burble, burble.
Won't it be exciting when he can understand
the wonderful things we say to him?
Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
He can't look too butch,
but he can't look too feminine.
He has to look angelic, like a little prince.
That would suggest blue.
Blue? Won't that look like we're trying to
match his eyes? Won't it be too obvious?
I see lots of babies with
blue eyes and blue outfits.
What kind of babies?
Rich babies? Pretty babies?
- Regular babies? Lmportant babies?
- Regular babies.
Baby Bink is not a regular baby.
Buff, buff, buff, buff, buff.
Oh, but how shiny they're getting.
Now, now. Hold still.
Ready? Very, very handsome. Let me see.
Hello.
Get the gear.
Get the gear.
- He didn't say "Get the gear, Veeko."
- I'm the supervisor. You get it.
You got the blue sweater.
You help me get the gear.
A most pleasant and
charming good day to you, sir.
I am Mr Charlie,
photographer de babe,
entirely at your service.
You were expecting us?
- Thank you.
- Excuse me.
Whoa, look at this place!
Eddie.
We ain't here to nick no bric-a-brac.
We're here for the hit of a lifetime.
You wanna be a shoplifter, go to JC Penney.
You think we can get away with this?
No. I'm here because I've got
a wild curiosity about the electric chair.
Sorry.
What a gorgeous baby.
You must be so proud.
I'm Mrs Cotwell.
I am Mr Charlie.
Shall we begin?
Mr Francis, if you will go to the vehicle
and retrieve my light meter.
I'm going to be rich.
I want individual photos of Baby Bink.
Baby Bink? What
an absolutely delightful name.
- It's a pet name for Bennington.
- Certainly.
I want individual photos of Baby Bink,
and then a portrait of the two of us.
Whatever you wish, however you wish.
You photographed
the children of many of my friends.
Those pictures are forever appearing
in newspapers and magazines.
It is true.
- His picture's never been published.
- That cannot be.
It's true.
I am sure in the not-so-distant future
this little fellow will be very well known.
I want your very best. I want art.
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