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.
I want you to set a new standard
for beauty in baby photography.
I so welcome the challenge, madame.
And, to that end, may I ask one small favor?
May I have some time alone with the child?
Oh, I need his complete attention.
The great bond between you and your son,
his love for you, will distract him.
I need to study his marvelous little features,
to learn how best to photograph him.
He does well with persons
he is not intimate with?
Does he?
He's a friendly boy, but he may not like...
Excellent!
Madame, if I might make a suggestion.
Your garment du jour, while
extremely magnificent, is so colorful,
I am afraid it will dominate the photograph
and detract from your natural beauty.
I knew this outfit was wrong.
I'll be back in 15 minutes.
Take all the time you need.
If he gets cranky,
read him his book.
How invaluable.
Thank you.
Mr Andrews, get the winter wardrobe.
- But, madam...
- Hurry, Gilbertine.
There you go.
Take the book.
Bink really deserves this moment
in the spotlight.
It's too bad the baby pictures
don't go on the front page.
- Ma'am?
- Yeah?
We gotta make this fast.
I'm sorry it took so long.
Where's Bink?
Eddie?
You're a smart guy. How do you tell
the front from the back on these diapers?
Are there pockets in the front?
- Very funny. The front and back are the same.
- Then it probably don't make no difference.