and i play on it...
...until that crisis just fades away.
- Now, please don't joke about this...
- I'm not joking about it.
You asked my advice
and i'm giving it to you.
I think that if we played a duet together,
you and i, on the harmonica....
- You brought it with you, didn't you?
- Well, i....
Oh, yes, fine.
Now, let's play a duet good and loud.
You'll be surprised at what might happen.
Let's see, what do we play?
Do you know Polly Wolly Doodle?
- You ought to know it.
- Polly Wolly Doodle?
We drove you almost crazy with it once.
You know it, of course you do.
Come on. Let's play it, good and loud now,
and swing it.
What's that, Grandpa?
Come on, Essie, let's get hot.
Come on.
My Russian wrestling friend, eh?
Magnificent, magnificent.
Thank you.
- Is my son here?
- You'll be surprised.
Anthony.
Hello, Mother, come on.
You do the Big Apple, too.
Mr. Sycamore, you show her
how to do the Big Apple.
Come on. Why not?
Quiet, please.
Quiet.
Well, sir, here we are again.
We've had quite a time of it lately,
but it seems that the worst of it was over.
Of course, the fireworks all blew up,
but we can't very well blame that on you.
Anyway, everything's turned out fine
as it usually does.
Alice is going to marry Tony.
Mr. Kirby, who's turned out to be
a very good egg, has sold us back our house...
...and he'll probably forget
all about big deals for a while.
Nobody on our block has to move.
And with the right handling...
...i think we can even thaw out
Mrs. Kirby in time.
We've all got our health,
and as far as anything else is concerned...
...we still leave that up to you.
Thank you.
Bring it on, Rheba.
Now it is two easy lessons, Mrs. Kirby....
No holds barred.
I hope you like it, Mr. Kirby.
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COLE-Good morning, Mr. Kirby.
-Good morning.
-Good morning, A.P.
-Good morning.
Good morning.
-No pictures.
-New York Times{y, Mr. Kirby.
We'd like a statement
on the business outlook.
The newspapers should know
Mr. Kirby never issues any statements.
Come on, come on.
I got your telegram, Mr. Kirby.
They're waiting in your office.
Good.
Hello, A.P.
-You're looking well.
-How was the trip?
-Hi, Dad.
-I'm glad to get home.
-Tony, how are you?
-Good.
-How's your mother?
-Fine.
Good, I nearly sent for you.
You might like the White House.
Sorry you didn't.
-How do you like being vice president?
-Painless so far.
He still talks
as if he were having a tooth yanked.
-What happened in Washington?
-What did you find out?
-How do we stand?
-Get me some bicarbonate of soda.
How do we stand, A.P.?
There will be no interference
from the powers that be.
-There won't?
-Are you sure?
What about the senator
with the anti-trust complex?
I said there'd be no interference.
We're going ahead exactly as we planned.
It'll be the largest individual monopoly
in the world if we're smart.
Particularly now that Ramsey is lined up.
-That's impossible.
-The administration'd never stand for that.
-We'd control every type of war material.
-That's exactly it.
With the world going crazy,
the next big move is munitions.
And Kirby and Company will cash in on it.
It's unbelievable.
A war wouldn't be possible anywhere
without us.
If I know Ramsey, he'll never let himself
be absorbed by anybody.
-Won't he?
-No.
We'll see if he will
when I hand him a little surprise.
I own every inch of the 1 2 blocks
that surround the Ramsey factories.
-News to us!
-We didn't know anything about that.
So, how is he going to fulfill his contracts
without us?
You'd better get busy.
Complete your negotiations with the others.
-I'll handle Ramsey myself.
-We'll hop right to it.
I have a meeting with my nitrate group
this afternoon.
Good.
$10,000 a year for doctors
and I'm still taking this stuff.
-Son, what do you think about it?
-Don't ask me.
You know how cockeyed
my sense of value is.
Get me that sour-faced real estate agent
on the