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Probably it isn't
the oil pump at all.
Just making it an excuse
to hang about
and pick up extra cargo.
Guns or opium?
I wouldn't be surprised if
she turns out to be a smuggler.
What a miserable place
to be stuck in.
A squalid fifth-rate port.
Ever been in Portoverto before?
No, I don't know this part
of the world at all.
I thought not. Otherwise
you wouldn't be so upset
about staying.
Magnificent country.
Ruins to visit by moonlight.
Fine stretch of beach.
And back there in the hills,
one of the few spots left
in the world
where you can get
decent food and drink.
It's called the Blue Pavilion.
I insist you give me
the pleasure
of having dinner
with us tonight.
Well, that's awfully kind
of you, but-
Us?
You and your associates?
My wife and me.
The Committee.
Oh, uh, Mr. Chelm, I-
I want you to meet
a friend of mine.
This is the Galloping Major.
to toddle 'round.
- Okay.
- Right away.
- I'll be along.
- Toddle.
I said I'd be along.
They don't like
to be kept waiting.
I'll lay on a car.
We'll meet in front
of the hotel at 6.
Arrivederci.
Dannreuther, an American,
I suppose.
Anyway, I-
I quite like him.
Time, 24 hours in a day.
One-thousand-four-hundred
and forty minutes
for somebody else to get busy
on the same idea as ours.
We ought to have got a plane
and flown out,
as I said from the start.
You remember I said it,
O'Horror.
My name is not O'Horror.
It is O'Hara. You hear?
Mr. O'Hara.
Yes, Mr. O'Horror, ahem,
but you remember I said it.
I said we ought
to take a plane.
Time. Time. What is time?
The Swiss manufacture it.
Americans say it is money.
Hindus say it does not exist.
You know what I say?
I say time is a crook.
If we took a plane,
instead of who knows when.
I don't want any more talk
about flying.
The sky is for the birds.
My feet are on the ground,
both of them.
Come in, Billy-Boy.
What's all
the fuss about?
No fuss, Billy.
We're merely wondering
what course to pursue
in view of this
unfortunate delay.
Join the peasants
in their revels.
Go to church.
Write your memoirs.
Very funny. Ha-ha.
I like an associate of mine
to have a sense of humor.
A good laugh does more
for the stomach muscles
than five minutes
setting up exercises.
And now that we've had
our moment of fun
and all the better for it,
let's get back to the question.
Doesn't this delay call
for a cable
to your friend
in British East?
Mustn't send cables.
Can't you get it
through your heads
that the population down there
has trained noses?
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