Meet Me in St. Louis

Best ketchup we ever made, Katie.

-Too sweet. -Mr. Smith likes it sweet.

All men like it on the sweet side. Too sweet, Mrs. Smith.

Hello.

-Too flat. -You can always put spice in...

...but you can't take it out. That came.

-Did you get everything? -Everything.

It's my Princeton catalog. I've been waiting for this.

Boy, Mama, you should've taken a swim with me.

That's all I have to do.

-Don't track up the floor, now. -I won't.

Oh, meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me at the--

Don't tell me the lights are shining

Anyplace but there

We will dance the hoochie-coochie

I will be your tootsie-wootsie

Meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me in St. Louis, Louis

-I'll be out in a minute, Agnes. All right, Grandpa.

Meet me at the fair

Don't tell me the lights are shining

Anyplace but there

We coochie-coochie-coochie

We'll be a tootsie-wootsie

If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me in the fair La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Louis

Anyplace but there

Be your tootsie-wootsie

If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me at the fair

That was a good ride.

So long, Esther. We'll see you later. Bye.

Certainly was hot on the tennis court.

Too hot, if you ask me. Don't forget to wash your hair.

I won't. Rose is bringing shampoo from downtown.

-Too sour? -Just what I told Katie.

Is it all right?

Please.

Would it start a minor revolution in this house if dinner was an hour early tonight?

Mr. Smith hates to eat early on a hot day.

It gives you more time to digest your food before retiring.

Besides, I'm due at my sister's house 7:00 on a family matter.

-Something wrong? -Trouble with her husband...

...him being a man.

It's all right with me. You explain it to Mr. Smith.

Oh, he won't mind, seeing as how tonight's corned-beef night.

-Is it all right, Katie? -Yes, but I had to tell your mother lies.

-They're white lies. -A lie is a lie.

Dressing it in white don't help it. Now, if it's not asking too--

Just why was I lying this time? Why must we have dinner an hour early?

-Rose is expecting-- -Don't blame your sister.

Blaming her? We're doing this for her. You know Rose's problem.

Warren's been writing to her for six months...

...without one word that smells like a proposal.

What's that got to do with having dinner an hour early?

Warren Sheffield is telephoning Rose long-distance at half past 6.

-Long-distance? -From New York City.

If the family's sitting here, she'll be loath to say...

...what she's compelled to, to get a proposal out of a man.

If he, unfortunately, is Warren Sheffield.

Personally, I wouldn't marry a man who proposed to me over an invention.

Well, we can't be too particular. Although we love Rose...

...the brutal fact is that...

-...well, she isn't getting any younger. Hello, Rose.

There's the poor old maid now.

Esther. Esther! He's out there.

-John Truett? -On the porch.

Now, be perfectly calm. We have the perfect right...

...to sit on our own front porch.

-Isn't it a lovely day, Esther, dear? -Heavenly, Rose. Simply heavenly.

Well. He's not very neighborly, I must say.

He's only lived here three weeks. You can't expect him to fling himself at you.

Well, that's true. Besides, meeting across the lawn for the first time would be...

...so ordinary. I don't want to be just introduced to him.

I want it to be something strange and wonderful...

...something I'll always remember.

I'll get George to bring him to Lon's going-away party.

Could you?

Rose. Esther. The water's hot.

You should wash your hair. We're eating early.

All right, Mother. Why are we eating early?

You certainly don't want the family in there while a man proposes long-distance.

Proposes? I don't see why you assume Warren's gonna propose to me.

Well, why else do you think he's calling you long-distance?

-Do you know what it costs? -I'm not even sure I'll be in.

When you get to be my age...

...you'll find out there are more important things in life than boys.

The moment I saw him smile

I knew he was just my style

My only regret Is we've never met

Though I dream of him All the while

But he doesn't know I exist

No matter how I may persist

So it's clear to see

There's no hope for me No

I live at 5135 Kensington Avenue

And he lives at 5133

How can I ignore

The boy next door?

I love him more than I can say

Doesn't try to please me

Doesn't even tease me

And he never sees me glance his way

And though I'm heart sore

The boy next door

Affection for me won't display

I just adore him

So I can't ignore him

The boy next door

I just adore him

So I can't ignore him

The boy

Next door

Too sweet?

Too sour?

-Too thick. -Oh, Grandpa!

Katie, where's my cat? Where is she?

I don't know. She got in the way, I kicked her down the cellar steps.

I could hear her spine hit on every step.

Oh! If you've killed her, I'll kill you.

I'll stab you to death in your sleep, and tie you to wild horses...

-...until you're pulled apart. -Won't that be terrible? There's your cat.

Oh, poor Lady Babbie.

Don't go away. We're eating early.

Huh? I can't get hungry till it gets dark.

Dinner's at 5:30. You can eat blindfolded.

We have to be out of the dining room by 6:30.

Warren Sheffield is telephoning Rose long-distance from New York.

Rose, I wouldn't commit myself one way or another.

-After all-- -For goodness' sake.

We know very little about him. We haven't even met his folks.

It seems to me--

It seems to me that one little phone call is causing an awful lot of excitement.

Besides, you're entirely too young. I don't think your father would allow it.

If I keep lying for your daughters, I'll need more money.

Not a word of this to Papa. He plagues the girls about their beaus.

-Everybody knows but Papa? -Your papa's not supposed to know.

It's enough that we're letting him work hard to support the flock of us.

He can't have everything.

Where's Tootie? I haven't seen her all day.

-Did Tootie come home with you? -No, Mama.

Oh, I suppose she's working on the ice wagon.

GlRL : Hide in the corner where you are

Hide in the corner where you are

Who gets ice now, Mr. Neely?

Oh, Mr. Neely!

-Who gets ice now, Mr. Neely? -No one, Tootie.

Robin just can't seem to remember Mrs. Wilkins moved.

Now, you get out of there.

Poor Margaretha. Never seen her look so pale.

Well, sun ought to do her some good.

I expect she won't live through the night. She has four fatal diseases.

And it only takes one.

But she's gonna have a beautiful funeral in a cigar box my papa gave me...

...all wrapped in silver paper.

That's the way to go if you have to go.

Oh, she has to go.

Mr. Neely, is Robin a girl horse or a boy horse?

-Girl. -How old is she?

-Four. -She's awful big for 4. I'm 5.

-Is she strong? -Strongest ice horse in St. Louis.

Excuse me, Mr. Neely, but it's pronounced St. "Louis."

Is it, now? I've got a cousin spells it the same way, and we call him Louie.

-He's not a city, though, is he? -No.

-Is he a saint? -No.

-Then there's no comparison. -Well, anyway, she's a grand old town.

It isn't a town, Mr. Neely. It's a city. It's the only city that has a world's fair.

My favorite. Wasn't I lucky to be born in my favorite city?

Meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me at the fair

Don't tell me the lights are shining

Anyplace but there

We will dance the hoochie-coochie

You will be my tootsie-wootsie

If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me at the fair

Meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me at the fair

Don't tell me the lights are shining

Anyplace but there

We will dance the hoochie-coochie

You will be my tootsie-wootsie

If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis

Meet me at--

For heaven's sake, stop that screeching.

We're sorry, Papa.

That song. The fair won't open for seven months.

That's all everybody sings about or talks about.

I wish everybody would meet at the fair and leave me alone.

Hello, dearest. Did you have a nice day?

-I lost the case. -I'm sorry. You were so sure you'd win it.

I overlooked one thing. That judge is an old thief.

If losing a case depresses you, quit practicing law...

...and go into another line of business.

That's a good idea.

Beginning tomorrow, I intend to play at first base for the Baltimore Orioles.

-Sorry if I was bombastic. -That's all right.

-You'll feel better when you have dinner. I suppose so.