Look at Ed and me.
He came to dinner once and just stayed.
That's right.
The whole Alabama football team
would have stayed, too...
...if you'd had 10 more Essies.
How am I doing, Essie?
Well, there's a lot of fuss being made
about a young man taking you out to dinner.
Well, there's a lot of fuss being made
about a young man taking you out to dinner.
What's so exciting about that?
-A proposal is exciting.
-Proposal!
That's something very different.
Move over there and give me some room.
Stop messing with that package.
And let's get down to cases.
In love, huh?
Well, well, I--
"Well, I," my foot.
Either you are or you aren't.
Let me look at your eyes.
Yes, of course.
Now, come on, tell me all about it.
What kind of a boy is he?
Do you have fun together?
That's no answer to any question.
Is he nice?
-Can't even talk about him, can you?
-Not rationally.
Who's asking you to be rational?
Listen...
...when I was courting your grandmother,
it took me two years to propose.
You know why?
The moment she'd walk into a room,
my knees buckled.
The blood would rush up into my head
and the walls would start to dance.
-Twice I keeled over in a dead faint.
-Why, Grandpa!
Yeah, she finally dragged it out of me
when I was in bed with a 104 fever...
...and in a state of hysteria.
When she accepted, the fever returned
to normal and I hopped out of bed.
Why, the case was written up in the medical
journals as the phenomenon of the times.
There was nothing phenomenal about it.
I just had it bad, that's all.
And I never got over it either.
Right up to the very last,
she couldn't walk into a room...
...without my heart going thump, thump.
Oh, you darling.
I wish I had known her.
What was she like?
Look in there.
This was her room, too.
Did you ever notice
the peculiar fragrance in here?
Yes, but I never knew what it was.
It's hers. It's never left here.
She hasn't either.
I can still hear the tinkle
of her thin little voice...
...and see her eyes laughing.
That's the reason I've lived in this house
so many years and could never move out.
It would be like moving out on Grandma.
You go on back
to that infernal package of yours.
Now, wait just a minute.
It's for you.
-For me?
-Yes.
Why, bless my soul. It's a new harmonica.
-That's for your birthday.
-My birthday?
How do you know when my birthday is?
I don't even know myself.
Anytime I get an impulse
to buy you a present, that's your birthday.
Well, thanks, darling.
Grandpa.
Grandpa, I hope you like him.
Anybody you fall in love with
is all right with me, Alice.
-You know that.
-Thanks, Grandpa.
Incidentally, what's his name?
Tony Kirby.
-Not the son of "the" Kirby?
-Yes.
Pretty snooty outfit, aren't they?
Yes, but it's all right.
Tony told his mother about it.
It doesn't matter, I'm so happy.
I can't think of anything.
You go right on being happy.
Yes, I think I'll go downstairs
and take a whack at this.
I wonder where Alice's boyfriend is.
-Isn't that the doorbell?
-Doorbell's ringing.
-Get the doorbell, somebody.
-Want me to go?
Never mind. I'm coming.
I'll answer it. It's all right, Rheba. I'll go.
Grandpa, he's here. Alice's young man.
Remember what she said.
Everybody be nice to him.
That's the first time that doorbell's rung
since Halloween.
Pipe, pipe.
-Welcome to our little home.
-How do you do?
I'm Alice's mother. Come right in.
Everybody's dying to know you.
Now, here we are.
That's Grandpa, and that's Alice's father,
her sister and her husband, Ed Carmichael.
-Make yourself at home.
-I'm afraid there's been a mistake.
-How's that?
-My card.
"Wilbur G. Henderson.
Internal Revenue Dept."
Well, for heaven's sake.
-I'm looking for Martin Vanderhof.
-Right here, sir.
Excuse me. I've got work to do.
-Mind if I sit down?
-Sit right down, sir.
Mr. Vanderhof, the government wants
to talk to you about a matter of income tax.
Income tax?
-Is that Mr. Kirby, Mother?
-No, it