He must've gotten out
of the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Mike, Bill.
Take a look.
Come here, you.
-Ever see these before?
-Yes, sir. I printed lots of them.
-Oh, you print this stuff?
-Yes, sir.
And you put them into candy boxes
to get them into people's homes?
-Oh, my Love Dreams.
-But I didn't mean anything.
-You didn't?
-No, sir.
-"Watch for the Revolution."
-Radicals.
"The Red Flag will sweep the country."
I didn't mean that.
I just like to print, that's all.
Oh, see here.
The government isn't in any danger from Ed.
Why, printing is just his hobby. That's all.
He'd print anything.
It's just like a play, isn't it?
Now, look here, young man.
Don't be so silly. I must get my pipe.
We were right. There is enough gunpowder
to blow up the town.
-We only use that--
-Shut up.
Everybody here is under arrest.
-What's that?
-I must get it.
Stay right here.
-I must get it.
-You stay right where you are.
But it's lit.
-What's that?
-The fireworks.
Jim.
-Anthony.
-Miriam, run!
-Grandpa!
-Keep your shirts on.
The Revolution!
Home again.
Just like Siberia. Only it stinks.
It was fun being fingerprinted, wasn't it?
Mr. Kirby didn't think so.
It took three men to hold him down.
Never a dull moment, that's what I say,
never a dull moment.
I can walk alone.
I never heard of anything so outrageous
in my life.
Never mind the argument.
Stop pushing me around, fools.
I'm Anthony P. Kirby. You hear me?
Okay, I'm George Washington.
I want a telephone.
I want to call my attorneys, you numbskulls.
We've made two calls for you already.
Keep your shirt on.
-But this is Mr. Kirby, the banker.
-Yeah, well, that ain't my fault.
Night court's in session right now.
He'll have to wait his turn.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Kirby.
-You're sorry.
That's something
after what I've been through.
After all, you did come on the wrong night.
The mayor will hear of this
and so will the commissioner.
-I'll have you all fired!
-Dad, don't get excited.
In a couple of hours--
I hope you're satisfied with your mother
in there with a lot of cheap, common--
Pipe down, big shot. We want music.
Hit it up, Pop, and make it hot.
Listen, Matron, I'm Mrs. Kirby.
Mrs. Anthony P. Kirby.
I'll give you $100
if you'll get me a private room.
-We have those for the insane cases.
-Please, she doesn't belong here with us.
Have her throw a couple of fits, lady,
and I'll try to fix it.
Mrs. Kirby, please, believe me, I'm so sorry
to have gotten you into all these troubles.
I'll appreciate it
if you'll leave me strictly alone.
Don't let her get you, sister.
They're getting tougher every place.
Where you been operating?
You got class. That's the connection
I'm looking for.
Wasn't it exciting in that car
with the sirens screaming?
You better sit on your hands, Mrs. Kirby.
It gets kind of cold after you sit awhile.
All right, but don't say I didn't tell you
when you begin to feel it.
Oh, good heavens.
Come down off your high horse.
It'll do you some good.
If you don't mind,
I don't need anyone to do me good.
Never can tell. I know a good--
Let her alone. Can't you see she's a lady?
A lady? They sure get around nowadays.
You needn't waste your time trying
to protect me. That won't help you.
If you had any sense,
you'd stay where you belong...
...and stop being ambitious.
Shall I sock her, Alice?
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Spend a quarter of a million dollars a year
for attorneys and I can't get one of them.
Young man, will you get me
some bicarbonate of soda?
What flavor?
Well, I've got you to thank for this.
I hope it will teach you a lesson.
Fooling around with stenographers.
-Now, listen, Dad. I intend to marry that girl.
-Yes, I know.
I was going to marry a waitress once,
but my father knocked it out of me.
If you'll excuse me, Mr. Kirby.
I don't believe anyone has the right
to interfere with young people in love.
I don't believe