This definitive screwball comedy (and the first film to win all five major Academy Awards, including Oscars for Capra and screenwriter Robert Riskin) had inauspicious beginnings in the “cross-country bus” genre of Depression-era films; its genius was in making its heroes get out and walk. All the elements of Capra's Americana are here in spontaneous, sporty form; Clark Gable's ace reporter Peter Warne is Mr. Deeds without an undershirt, making a complex case for the simple man in the mere act of dunking donuts. This he teaches to runaway heiress Claudette Colbert, with whom he spends more than one night. Roscoe Karns, as yet another great American type, “Mr. Believe-You-Me,” speaks volumes about the class war when he spouts, “You look like you got class, yes sir, class with a capital K.” As for the battle of the sexes, the now-famous “Walls of Jericho” motel-room scene raised a few eyebrows in the Hays Office, despite (or because of) Peter's protestation, “You see, I have no trumpet.”