Marva Munson: You are a readin' fool, aren't you, Mr. Dorr? Professor G.H. Dorr: Yes, I must confess. I often find myself more at home in these ancient volumes than I do in the hustle-bustle of the
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Marva Munson:
You are a readin' fool, aren't you, Mr. Dorr?
Professor G.H. Dorr:
Yes, I must confess. I often find myself more at home in these ancient volumes than I do in the hustle-bustle of the modern world. To me, paradoxically, the literature of the so-called "dead tongues" holds more currency than this morning's newspaper. In these books, in these volumes, there is the accumulated wisdom of mankind, which succors me when the day is hard and the night lonely and long.
Marva Munson:
Mm. The wisdom of mankind, huh? What about the wisdom of the Lord?
Professor G.H. Dorr:
Oh... Yes, yes. The Good Book, mm. I have found reward in its pages. But, to me, there are other good books as well. Heavy volumes of antiquity freighted with the insights of man's glorious age. And then, of course, I just love, love, love the works of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.
Marva Munson:
Oh, I know who he was. Kinda spooky.
Professor G.H. Dorr:
No, madam, no, no. Not of this world, it's true. He... he lived in a dream. An ancient dream. Helen, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore to his own native shore.
Marva Munson:
Who was Helen? Some kinda whore of Babylon?
Professor G.H. Dorr:
One doesn't know who Helen was... but I picture her as being very, very... extremely... pale. Mrs. Munson, I have been trying to figure out some way of expressin' my gratitude to you for takin' in this weary, wayworn wanderer. It's just a little old present. Why, it's hardly anything at all.
Marva Munson:
Oh, why, Mr. Dorr! You are a gallant man.
Professor G.H. Dorr:
Oh, madam, I blush, I melt. No... I just happened to hear of this gospel concert tomorrow night, "The Mighty, Mighty Clouds of Joy", and I thought you and a friend from church perhaps would...?
Marva Munson:
Yes, I have a widow lady friend.
Professor G.H. Dorr:
The concert is up in Memphis, so I have arranged a car service to transport you thither.

Transcript:
You are a readin' fool,
aren't you, Mr. Dorr?
Yes, I must confess.
I often find myself more at
home in these ancient volumes
than I do in the hustle-bustle
of the modern world.
To me, paradoxically,
the literature of the
so-called "dead tongues"
holds more currency than
this morning's newspaper.
In these books,
in these volumes,
there is the accumulated wisdom
of mankind, which succors me
when the day is hard and
the night lonely and long.
Hmm.
The wisdom of mankind, huh?
What about the wisdom
of the Lord?
Oh, yes, yes,
the good book, mmm.
I have found
reward in its pages.
But, to me, there are
other good books as well.
Heavy volumes of antiquity freighted
with the insights of man's glorious age.
And then, of course,
I just love, love, love the works of Mr.
Edgar Allan Poe.
Oh, I know who he was,
kind of spooky.
No, madam, no, no.
Not of this world, it's true.
He…
He lived in a dream.
An ancient dream.
"Helen
"thy beauty is to me
"Like those Nicean barks of yore
"That gently, o'er
a perfumed sea
"The weary wayworn wanderer bore
"To his own
native shore."
Who was Helen?
Some kind of whore of Babylon?
One doesn't know who Helen was.
But I picture her
as being very, very…
Extremely
pale.
Mrs. Munson,
I have been trying
to figure out some way of
expressin' my gratitude to you
for takin' in this
weary, wayworn wanderer.
It's just a little old present.
Why, it's hardly
anything at all.
Oh, why, Mr. Dorr.
You are a gallant man.
Oh, madam, I blush,
I melt. No.
I just happened to hear of this
gospel concert tomorrow night,
the Mighty,
Mighty Clouds of Joy,
and I thought you and a friend
from church perhaps would…
Yes, I have a widow lady friend.
The concert is up in Memphis,
so I have arranged a car service
to transport you thither.
Ah…
Why, Sheriff Wyner.
How you doin'?
Good evenin',
Mrs. Munson.
I just stopped by here
to let you know
I did have a talk with Weemack,
and he told me he's gonna
comply with your request
in keepin' that music
down and neighborly.
So, you just go and have
yourself a pleasant evenin'.
Wait a minute. I got somebody
that I want you to meet.
Ma'am, you know what?
I'm a little pressed for time.
You got a gang of
bank robbers you're chasin'?
Come on in here and say hello.
Yeah, we were havin' tea and…
Bussed his own dishes. You
can always tell a gentleman.
Somebody was in here, ma'am?
Yeah, with me and Othar.
Well, you know what? Maybe
I'll catch him the next time.
Uh, come on up to his room
with me and say hello.
Mrs. Munson, I got a family. My
wife got dinner on the table.
I really have to be goin'.
Oh, my, he is neat.
Yes, ma'am, he very neat.
He probably went down to the
cellar to play with his friends.
Ma'am, I really
got to be goin' now.
What… Ma'am, I really
need to be gettin' back.

Clip duration: 273 seconds
Views: 73
Uploaded: 12 December, 2020
Genres: comedy, crime, thriller
Summary: An eccentric, if not charming Southern professor and his crew pose as a classical ensemble in order to rob a casino, all under the nose of his unsuspecting but sharp old landlady.


Actors

Marva Munson - Irma P. Hall
Professor G.H. Dorr - Tom Hanks