Blondie!
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
[DAISY WHINING]
[WHINING]
Daisy, stop staring.
[PUPPIES WHINING]
What's the matter
with all of you?
Haven't you ever seen me
eat before?
-[BARKS]
-Huh? What?
-[DOG WHINING]
-Okay. Blondie.
Turn, Herb will have a fit
when he finds out
what I paid for this jumper.
Julius screams like a banshee
every time I buy a new dress.
Do you know if he had his way,
I'd be running around
in an off the shoulder barrel?
Don't let us bother you.
We're just passing through.
Oh, that's a beautiful dress,
Cookie.
Mommy made it.
Your mommy is so talented,
It's disgusting.
That one's my daddy's
boss's wife, Mrs. Dithers.
Are you afraid Mr. Dithers
might fire you?
Not with the contract I have.
All right, children. Run along
and play.
Turn around, Harriet.
I wanna make sure
the hem is even.
[DOOR CLOSES]
That little ample says
the strangest thing.
Aren't you afraid Mr. Dithers
will fire you?
Well, don't think Julius
hasn't thought about it.
That's why I keep
my marriage license handy
at all time. He's always looking
for a loophole.
Aren't you and Julius
getting along, Cora?
Of course, we're getting along.
But let's not kid ourselves.
If we gave our man
a second chance to marry us,
we'd all be old maids.
I wonder if my marriage license
is still in the attic.
Why are you so concerned
about your marriage license?
I lost mine years ago
and I'm certainly not worried.
You lost yours?
Well, I didn't exactly lose it.
Dagwood did.
Figures.
He took it with him
by a mistake the last time
he went duck hunting
and just lost it.
We still have
our hunting license though.
HARRIET: Blondie,
how can you be so calm about it?
Well,
once you're happily married,
I can't see,
why a marriage license
should be so important.
But, dear, that license
is the only proof you have.
That you and Dagwood
are actually married.
Uh, don't be silly. Well,
I have a wonderful husband,
a beautiful home,
two darling children, six dogs
-but no marriage license.
-Oh, now, Blondie.
Now, I remember we eloped
to Sherman Grove
and we were married
by the justice of the peace
or at least he said he was
a justice of the peace.
And Dagwood and I
signed a marriage license
or at least what looked
like a marriage license.
Well, anyway, I was so excited.
I didn't pay attention
to details.
Now, Blondie, you're just
jumping to conclusion.
Harriet and I
didn't mean anything,
but we were just having
a friendly discussion.
Well, of course, everybody knows
that you and Dagwood
are the most married people
on earth.
That justice of the peace
did look a little phony to me.
Oh, Blondie, stop it.
Why haven't I got a marriage
license?
You do have a marriage license.
Just write
to the Hall of Records
at Sherman Grove
and they'll send you
-a certified copy.
-And you'll see
-how silly you've been.
-I'll write them, immediately.
[♪♪♪♪]
[DAISY BARKS]
I don't know
what you're so happy about.
There's a possibility
you may be illegal.
Hi.
Oh, Harriet,
I was just gonna call you.
What's up?
You remember the day
I wrote the letter
to the Hall of Records
about my marriage license?
-Yes.
-Well, it seems they had a fire
and a lot of the licenses
went up in smoke.
Does that mean you're unmarried?
Harriet, if it did,
an awful lot of husbands
would become firebugs.
Then what does it mean?
It means whenever I want it
to mean.
Blondie, you're not getting
through to me.
Well, you know how it is
with men.
First there's the courtship.
Romance, candy, flowers, poetry.
A drive and movies.
Then you get married,
there's the honeymoon.
-Yeah.
-And after that, what happens?
You get
a joint checking account.
No, they start taking you
for granted.
They forget all
about the flowers and romance
-and I resent it.
-Well, what can you do about it?
Choke them out of their
complacency once in a while.
And this looks like a good
opportunity for me
to Dagwood
with a first-class shock.
Harriet, as far as
I'm concerned, I'm not married.
-DAGWOOD: Blondie.
-I'll see you later.
Hello, honey.
Hmm. Gravy. Huh? Oh.
Blondie, what's the matter?
-We're not married.
-We're not married?
How about goes
his and hers towels upstairs?
Department of Vital Statistics,
Hall of Record, Sherman Grove.
"Dear, Mrs. Bumstead,
this is to inform you
that we are unable
to furnish you
with a certified copy
of your marriage license."
What?
"Eight years ago when the old
Hall of Records b*rned down,
many of our files
were destroyed.
Your license might
have been among them.
Are you sure
you were married here?
Sincerely."
Dagwood,
we've been living a lie.
But is it just because
our marriage license
-was b*rned up in a fire?
-If there was a license,
-nobody knows for sure.
-I know.
I lost it on a hunting trip.
I brought back three ducks
but no marriage license.
-That's your story.
-Oh, this is all getting silly.
Huh? [SNIFFS] Oh, pot roast.
-Blondie.
-The name is Ms. Davenport.
I've gone back
to my maiden name.
And since there doesn't seem
to be any proof
that we were married.
We are married.
Ask Alexander and Cookie.
They weren't there.
Oh, Blondie,
you can't be serious.
Until I decide
what course to take,
you'll have to have your meals
in the guest room.
Guest room?
We don't have any guest room.
I fixed up
an emergency one for you.
All of your things
have been moved to the attic.
-Huh?
-You'll find it very pleasant.
-Attic? But, Blondie--
-The rent is very reasonable,
plus 30 for meals and laundry.
Now, see here, Blondie,
I'm the man of this house
and I'm not gonna be
pushed around.
Please go to your room.
I don't like boarders
roaming around my kitchen.
Listen,
I might be a boarder to you
but to the rest of the family,
I'm a very important man.
[DOGS BARKING]
Well,
here's some friends of mine.
Where were you
when father got home?
[PUPPIES BARKING, GROANING]]
Traitor.
[♪♪♪]
-[THUDS]
-[GROANS]
-[DOOR CLOSES]
-Well, this is cozy.
Oh, hello, Herb.
-[THUDS]
-[GROANS]
Looks like contemporary
San Quentin.
-[THUDS]
-[GROANS]
Harriet told me
about you and Blondie.
-That's quite a shock, buddy.
-Yeah. Harriet talks too much.
Yeah, that's no m*llitary secret.
[THUDS]
If anybody must be
exciting around here.
[GROANS]
I guess I'll just have
to sleep on the floor
and let the books have the bed.
I know what you've been
going through, buddy.
And when I heard the bad news,
I came running like a friend
-in need.
-Yeah. Well, thanks, Herb.
I don't think I need any help.
Oh, I hate this robe.
I don't know
why I ever bought it.
Oh, you didn't buy it.
Harriet and I gave it to you
for Christmas last year.
-Oh, I'm sorry, Herb.
-Oh, don't be sorry.
Harriet's mother gave it to me
the Christmas before that.
-Yeah. [CHUCKLES]
-Oh.
Here, here, here,
let me handle it, will you?
-Huh?
-It just takes a little muscle.
Yeah.
Oh, wait a minute, Herb. Here.
-Here. Wait, let me help you.
-HERB: Okay.
DAGWOOD: Pull, Herb.
-Help.
-Oh, Dagwood.
DAGWOOD: Help. Help.
What happened?
HERB: I think this furniture
hates you.
It's a menace to society.
That's why I put it up here
in the attic.
I know what you mean.
That's why I got rid of it.
Hey, Herb, wait a minute.
Herb, did you give this to us?
Oh, no, I sold it to Blondie
for five bucks.
Oh.
Let's go downstairs
where it's more comfortable.
Yeah.
I'm not allowed downstairs.
Oh? I had realized
you and Blondie
had gone... [INHALES]
Blondie and I didn't go...
[CHITTERS]
We just had a little
misunderstanding.
Don't try to cover up for me.
I'm your friend, Dagwood.
That's why I brought you
this book.
What to do until
the lawyer comes.
No husband should be without it.
Look, I don't want a book.
I just wanna be a married man.
What?
But you're a bachelor again.
You've been promoted.
You got me, boy.
I got to admit,
I've been deported to the attic.
By the opportunity you got,
every red-blooded
American husband
would give us right arm for.
-Hey.
-Huh?
I wonder if Harriet
still got our license.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, sorry, Cookie, Alexander.
We're room service.
Can we come, in, Mr. Pop?
Mr. Pop?
Mom said to call you that
for the time being.
DAGWOOD: Oh.
Oh, that looks nice.
-Here's your dessert.
-Well, thank you, Cookie.
We aren't allowed
to accept tips.
Oh.
-[THUDS]
-[GROANS]
What's going on between you two?
Huh?
Just because
your marriage license b*rned up
doesn't mean that you and mom
can't still be.
-Well, just you and mom.
-I agree, Alexander.
Oh, I'm so upset.
I think I'll eat
this piece of cake.
Are you sure you can't figure
a way out of this problem,
you know?
Why mommy ever bought that bed
from Mr. Woodley?
I'll never know.
This too? Uh-Oh.
-Pop?
-Huh?
If you and mom started
all over again.
-Uh-huh.
-I mean, from the beginning.
Look, Alexander,
I wanna be left alone.
I... I'm trying to think
of a way out.
Tell me about the beginning,
Pop.
How did you and mom
happen to get married
in the first place?
Well, we fell in love
on a double date.
Uh, Blondie, uh, I mean,
your mother,
she was with this other fella
and I was alone
in the rumble seat.
You were alone?
Yeah. Girl I had date
with like rumble seats.
It's a shame to let
that lamb chop go to waste.
ALEXANDER: Be still, Cookie.
How did you and mom
finally get together?
Well, I could tell she like me
better than the fella
she was with, so the next night,
I dropped by with some flowers
-and candy.
-Yeah. Yeah?
You always were a sucker
for flowers and candy.
So anyway, it wasn't long.
Go on. Go on.
-I got a brilliant idea.
-What's that, Pop?
Never mind. I'll explain later.
Come on, kids.
Come on, run along now.
Your Pop's got to dress
for a date.
I wonder if I got
that snappy coat.
I thought he'd never catch on.
Oh, the hat. Oh, yeah.
-[THUDS]
-[GROANS]
[♪♪♪]
[DOORBELL DINGS]
[GASPS] Oh.
You probably don't remember me,
Ms. Davenport,
but I'm Dagwood Bumstead.
I was the fella
on the rumble seat.
You will notice
that's the three-pound box
of candy.
And all of them soft
centers too.
Oh.
His favorites.
[INHALES]
What a wonderful smelling
kitchen, Ms. Davenport,
you'll make some fellow
a nice cook, I mean, wife.
Dagwood, the very same roses
and very same candy
on our first date.
It's very sweet of you, Dagwood.
-Ms. Davenport.
-Call me Blondie.
Blondie, I was wondering
I have dad's car tonight,
would you like to go to a movie
and have a soda afterwards?
I'd love to.
Oh, I can't.
I forgot about the children.
-The children?
-They're in bed.
Oh, yes, well,
I'd rather stay here anyways.
[HUMS]
[HUMS]
Ms. Davenport, uh... Blondie,
the minute I saw you, I knew
you were the only girl for me.
I was rather impressed
with you, too, Mister.
Bumstead, Dagwood Bumstead.
Then you didn't mind my calling?
Of course, not.
I'll bet there's bread
in that box.
-Good guess.
-[CHUCKLES]
They make a nice couple,
don't they?
[HUMS]
[SIGHS] I just love roses.
The man I marry will have
to bring me a bouquet every day.
Holding out
for a millionaire, eh?
Well, it'll be worth
every nickel of it
just to see you smile.
You have a pretty smooth way
about you.
Blondie, I was thinking, well.
Did you come here to court me
or because you're hungry?
I wanna marry you.
-You do?
-I'm in love with you, Blondie.
-Really, Dagwood?
-I always have been
or I wouldn't have
married you before.
Oh, Dagwood.
The way I figured,
if we could get married again,
it would solve everything.
The new Hall of Records
is fireproof.
Don't propose
with your mouth full.
Huh? Oh.
Blondie, will you be my wife?
BLODIE: I'll have
to think it over.
What is there to think over?
Well, I have the children
to consider.
I want them to have
the best father possible.
I am their father.
Well, you come back
tomorrow night
and maybe I will have
made up my mind.
Well,
more candy and more flowers?
Yes, and a little poetry, too.
We'll have to wait
until tomorrow night
for the next exciting episode.
I don't even understand
this episode.
And therefore I refuse
to accept the job
unless you agree
to a cost-plus basis and--
You're late, Bumstead.
Sincerely and so forth
and so forth.
But what bird brain excuse
have you got this time?
-Closet fell on me.
-What are you talking about?
Well, it started when I tried
to get out of bed this morning.
It folded up on me and nearly
crushed me to death,
then, I bumped my head
on the ceiling and--
But when I tried to get
my suit out of the closet--
What are you talking about?
Blondie is not sure
if she wants to marry me.
Marry you?
Boy, you're sick.
Well, you'd be sick, too,
if all of a sudden
you found out you didn't have
any record of your marriage.
What do you mean no record?
The Hall of Records
b*rned down.
And Blondie and I have no proof
that we were ever married.
Oh, what difference does
that make?
It makes an awful lot
of difference to Blondie.
Could be.
If the original license
was destroyed by fire
and you have no copy.
Gee, I hope
Blondie says yes tonight.
Hello, Cora,
I wanna ask you something.
Yes, I've got our license,
it's locked in the steel box
and hidden
where you'll never find it.
Oh.
Well, it was worth a try.
Oh, I forgot about Mr. Wood.
Oh, yes, he's the vestryman
of the church we're building.
Yes, he's waiting in your office
to sign the contract.
-Oh.
-Now you go in,
and keep him company
until I finish dictating.
These letters have to go off
this morning.
Now how did Cora know
what I called about?
-Good morning, Mr. Woods.
-Oh, good morning, Mr. Bumstead.
I was just admiring
this sketch of our church.
Magnificent structure.
Oh, yes, the J.C. Dithers
company never let you down.
-Please sit down.
-Oh, thank you.
Mr. Dithers will be right in.
Oh, are you Mr. Dithers'
partner?
No, I'm, sort of,
a vice president.
Sort of a vice president?
Yes, it comes and it goes.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, the contracts
were all ready to be signed.
Oh, good.
Now, I'd like to start
construction on our church
by the 27th.
This is a sentimental thing.
That's my 40th wedding
anniversary.
Oh, you've been married
Yes, the greatest institution
of the world, marriage.
-I know.
-But, you know, I'm appalled
of the number of marriages that
have failed in this country.
Are you married, Mr. Bumstead?
No. I mean, yes, that is,
I really am.
But I'm not.
Are you and your wife separated?
Well, you might call it that
but it isn't as simple
as it sounds. You see--
So you're not man enough
to make a go of your marriage,
-is that it?
-Oh, no,
you're getting the wrong
impression, Mr. Woods.
Another broken home,
you ought to be ashamed
-of yourself.
-But.
What would the other vestryman
think? What would the reverend
Mr. Lyons think
if they heard that the man
who's going to build our church
laughed at marriage.
[CHUCKLES] I'm not laughing.
I'm practically in tears.
What are you doing, Mr. Woods?
I feel very sorry of you,
young man.
Yeah,
but what about the contract?
Oh, yes, the contract.
-There you are.
-Thank you. Oh, no.
Oh, sorry to have kept you
waiting, Mr. Woods.
I'm glad that you did
because it gave me a chance
-to find out about him.
-Him?
Bumstead, what have you done
to the contract?
I did it because I refuse to do
business with a firm
whose vice president makes
a mockery of marriage.
Hmm. Good day, sir.
-Vice president? Vice president?
-[DOOR CLOSES]
Well, I was once, you remember
for about an hour and a half.
There goes the knots
in my stomach.
-Bumstead.
-Huh?
What did you do to him to make
him tear off that contract?
Well, I didn't do anything.
He simply asked me
if I was married and I said
not at the moment,
and before I could explain
to him about Blondie and me,
he made confetti
out of contract.
You know what you've done?
You've not only cost me
the church contract
but you've given me a bad name
in the community for harboring
an anti-matrimonial employee.
No, I'm not anti-matrimonial,
I'm just temporarily unmarried.
Well, I'll put an end to that.
You and Blondie are going
to pay Mr. Woods a visit
to show him that you're a happy
husband and wife.
That ought to fix everything.
Yeah, but I don't think
Blondie will agree to this.
We'll make her agree. Come on.
Oh, Harriet,
you'll never know what a thrill
it is being courted.
And he's gonna propose
again tonight.
Yes, but I don't think I'll say
yes for a few more days.
After all how many times
does a woman get proposed
to by her husband?
Blondie.
Oh, I better hang up,
he just walked in.
Blondie? Oh,
there you are, honey.
Hello, Mr. Dithers.
Blondie, you and Dag must cut
out this foolishness.
-You see, Blondie.
-What foolishness
are you talking about,
Mr. Dithers?
You know what
I'm talking about,
all this nonsense about
not being married anymore.
-You see, Blondie.
-It's a personal matter,
Mr. Dithers, and I don't see
how it concerns you.
You see, Blondie.
I'll tell you
how it concerns me.
If you don't come
to your senses,
I will lose a valuable
employee, Dagwood.
You see, Blondie.
It'd be too bad if Dagwood
would lose his job.
He couldn't support a family
and I'd have to turn him down
-when he proposes tonight.
-Well, you see, Blondie.
He can't propose again,
that's bigamy.
Well, don't stand there,
say something.
You see, Blondie,
what was I gonna say?
No.
Apparently you don't wanna
marry me because you love me,
you just wanna save your job.
No, I just want you, Blondie,
please take me back.
Yes, take him back,
Blondie, for my sake.
-Please, Blondie.
-We need you, Blondie.
DAGWOOD: I'll even give up
my job if you'll take me back.
MR. DITHERS: Not until
after you both see Mr. Woods.
We'll get married again right
away if that's what you want.
Yes, we'll have
a wonderful wedding.
Doesn't your mother ever do
housework?
If you say yes, you'll make
the happiest man on earth.
BLONDIE: Children.
Hey, mom, Mr. Busy
must be losing his nerves.
He just left his letter for us
at the Shaws,
across the street.
Can't you see
we're busy proposing?
It's for you, Mom.
It's from the Hall of Records
in Sherman Grove.
MR. DITHERS: Oh, that can wait,
we have some
unfinished business.
He found our marriage license.
It was just misfiled.
Yeah, all we have to do now
is to send a dollar
and they'll send us
a Photostatic copy
of our marriage license.
Well,
it was fun while it lasted.
See, Mr. Dithers, Blondie and I
are married again. [CHUCKLES]
Order ten copies, I want nine
to keep in my safe.
I wasn't gonna let you kiss me
until after the second date.
But.
-[CHILDREN CHEER]
-[DOGS BARKING]
-Yay, we're married.
-[CHILDREN CHEER]
[DOGS BARKING]
It's great to be back
to the peasant wide,
of my own family.
[♪♪♪]
I now pronounce you
man and wife.
-Yay.
-[ALL CHEERING]
Oh, Herbert.
Oh, the contract.
I think a second wedding
ceremony is a wonderful thing.
Don't you, Mr. Dithers?
You bet.
We'll start construction
-next week.
-Of course.
Oh, Julius, wasn't it wonderful?
Why don't we get
married again?
Why rub it in?
-Bumstead.
-Huh?
Nine-thirty,
let's get to the office.
Yeah.
GIRL: Yay.
-Bumstead.
-Huh?
Bumstead,
we've got to get to the office.
[CHUCKLES] I guess,
I gotta go on,
goodbye little bride-y.
-Goodbye, dear. Hurry home.
-Aw.
-Bumstead.
-Yeah.
Hey, I gotta get to the office,
too.
[expl*si*n]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
I've got to get
some new glasses.
I swear there were five of him.
[♪♪♪]
DAGWOOD: Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Don't touch that dial.