Annie Oakley Page #2

right under your own nose.

- I can see anything I'm aiming at.

- Yeah, I know.

You only go high, wide and handsome

for the lady swells,

like you claim you was

with Sarah Bernhardt.

Let's leave Miss Bernhardt's name

out of this.

Bernhardt. You never knowed her

well enough to carry her trunks.

Listen, Vera, I think

you're a swell little trouper.

Now, let's leave it like that.

You've got your ticket back to New York

and two weeks extra pay.

I'd keep you in the act if I could,

but there just ain't no place

in the Buffalo Bill show for a gal.

Well, sharpshooter, I got to hand it to you.

You sure got the power

to resist a beautiful woman.

Well, don't take it too much to heart,

little girl.

Maybe I'm doing you a favor.

You know, Lily Langtry couldn't act

for sour apples till I turned her down.

Talk louder, will you, Lem?

I can't hear you.

Blast these newfangled

instruments of torture.

Hello. Oh, Lem, Lem. Just a minute.

Hello, Lem. Lem, I want you

to get a hold of that quail-shooter,

the one that sells you the birds

you send up here.

I've got a shooting match.

A shoot... A shooting match, Lem.

Aye. If he wins, there's $50 in it for him.

Yes, I said $30.

What did you say his name is?

Shake up the telephone, Lem.

I can't hear a word.

What? Oh, Oakley. Andy Oakley?

All right, Lem, all right.

Have him here in the morning.

Oh, Lem, Lem, Lem,

and make certain sure he's sober.

Aye, aye.

All ready, Joe?

Bend down, please. I want to see the sign.

Everybody ready?

Smile.

Smile bigger. That's fine.

That's fine. That's a beauty.

- Well, don't they know you're here?

- Come on, Ma.

- Who's shooting against you, Mr. Walker?

- A fellow by the name of Oakley.

A rube from the tall timber, by crackey!

Well, good luck to you.

Well, we'll have some fun, anyway.

If he ever gets here.

Hey, Mac, better get your man here.

I can't wait all day.

Oh, he'll be here all right.

He's had a long ways to come.

Well, I'll go down and warm up a bit.

I'm waiting to see that dark horse, Mac.

And the longer we wait,

the longer Mac keeps that $200.

Anyone that can hit quail in the head

with a single ball can shoot for my money.

Are you looking for me?

My name is Oakley.

Oakley?

- Where is your father?

- Well, he's dead.

Dead?

- When did it happen?

- Oh, a long time ago.

- Then, where is your brother?

- This is my brother.

And this is my sister Susie and this is Ma.

Excuse me.

I am looking for an Andy Oakley

who's been supplying me with game.

Oh, I guess you made a mistake, mister.

Not Andy Oakley. Annie.

It's me you sent for.

You?

A joke's a joke,

but this one is just a little too practical.

But it's not a joke.

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