My Little Chickadee Page #2

Pardon me.

- Nice day.

- Is it?

Of course, it's only one man's opinion.

May I present my card?

"Novelties & Notions."

What kind of notions you got?

You'd be surprised.

Some are old. Some are new.

Whom have I the honour

of addressing, m'lady?

They call me Flower Belle.

Flower Belle. What a euphonious appellation.

Easy on the ears and a banquet for the eyes.

You're kind of cute yourself.

- Thank you. I never argue with a lady.

- Smart boy.

Thank you again. Do you ever play cards?

Don't mind if I do.

I'll show you a few card tricks.

We'll play the first one at two for nothing.

Then if you wish to make a wager, that's okay.

Indians!

You boys get away from here. Private car.

That's murder.

They can't get away with this.

They can't intimidate me.

Get them right in the canteen.

Here, take them. Reload.

Flower Belle, take my gun.

FLOWER:
This is better

than a shooting gallery.

Fight going on in the other car.

Indians are attacking.

Here, that thing's no good.

Give me my slingshot.

Take this. Go in there and fight like men.

Come on, boys.

Come on, get in there.

What're you doing?

Here, get in there and fight like men.

- Look out. Get out of my way.

- What're you trying to do?

Out of my way, mademoiselle.

This is a man-sized job.

Backfired on me.

Must've got one of them.

Here. Flower Belle.

What are you doing with my hat on? Here.

There he goes in a shower of feathers.

Nice shooting.

I almost broke one of my fingernails.

That was swell shooting, Miss Lee.

Ah, a cadaver.

The curse of strong drink.

The Sheriff is dead. Long live the Sheriff.

I hope that wasn't whiskey

you were drinking.

No, dear, just a little sheep dip.

Panacea for all stomach ailments.

Godfrey Daniel.

Tell me, prairie flower...

can you give me the inside info...

on yon damsel with a hot house cognomen.

- You mean Miss Flower Belle Lee?

- I don't mean some woman out in China.

Well, I'm afraid I can't say anything good

about her.

I can see what's good. Tell me the rest.

On account of her carryings-on

in Little Bend, she was asked to leave town...

and she will not be permitted to return

until she is respectable and married.

Furthermore, I don't think

she'll be received in Greasewood City.

In fact, I don't think she'll be permitted

to step off the train.

I hope she don't get too violent. I haven't

strength enough to knock her down.

Well, goodbye.

The days of chivalry are not over.

Baby doll...

these weed benders have been running off

at the mouth to your detriment.

I ain't surprised. Bad news travels fast.

I understand you need a cicerone, a guide.

I need more than that, honey.

What symmetrical digits.

Soft as the fuzz on a baby's arm.

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