In late nineteenth century New York a Wall Street broker likes to think his house runs his way, but finds himself constantly bemused at how much of what happens is down to his wife. His children are also stretching their wings, discovering girls and making money out of patent medicine selling. When it comes to light he has never been baptized and everyone starts insisting he must do so, it all starts to get a bit too much. Written by
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In the opening scene, Mr. Day's milk canister swings too freely for it to be filled with milk. See more
You're going to every house where you sold a bottle of that concoction and buy it all back.
But it's a dollar a bottle.
I don't care how much it is. Here, I'll give you the money now. How many bottles did you sell?
A hundred and twenty-eight.
A hundred and twenty-eight!
Clare, I always told you John would make a good businessman.
Young man, you'll have to come down to my office with me. I'll give you the money to buy back that medicine. $128, and $10 more for Mrs. Sprague's dog, that's $138. ...
The opening credits are superimposed on scenes of old New York, viewed as if through an old-fashioned stereopticon. See more
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Music by Raymon Moore
Lyrics by Cy Warman
Sung by Irene Dunne
and William Powell See more