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I'll have your car taken care of.

And if you ask for the manager,

he'll have something for you.

- Hey, you.

- Me?

Yes, you! You can't park that thing

in the driveway. Take it on outta here.

Mr. Hathaway,

who do you think just drove up?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh. Oops, sorry, Miss.

I hope I didn't hurt you.

Spurs got locked here. Tricky little devils.

- Mr. Heyward, I presume.

- Yeah.

Welcome to the Shores Hotel, sir.

You know me, huh?

Don't recollect meeting you before, Mr...

- Hathaway, sir.

- Howdy, Mr. Hathaway. Glad to know ya.

Look, Mr. Hathaway,

my bones are bendin' in the middle.

Need a nice soft place

to stretch 'em out on. What you got?

Well, I think we can find

something suitable, sir.

Fine. Oh, sorry there.

Oh, hello there. Everything under control?

Mr. Heyward?

Oh, yeah.

I think we found the very thing

for you, sir. Bell captain!

Show Mr. Heyward

to the presidential suite.

Presidential suite.

Well, bein' as how I couldn't make a

reservation, reckon that'll just have to do.

Nice meetin' you, Mr. Heyward...

Mr. Hathaway.

The stands were full and

you could feel the electricity in the air.

I think it was probably one of the most

exciting things that ever happened to me.

I'll show you. Would you

hold that, please? Thank you.

Now, just imagine... Here are the four of us.

Right in the beginning, one guy toes in

and bam! He's wiped out of the race.

Now there's just three of us left.

All of a sudden, bam!

One of the boats flips right over,

and now there were only two of us.

Just two of us in the race.

Now I know it's time for me

to make a move...

- Mr. Jamison?

- Yeah, Charlie.

I put that new prop on,

set her in the water, waitin' for ya.

I'll be right there.

Ladies, as much as I hate to leave you.

- Don't go. Finish your story.

- Oh, well, to make a long story short...

I won.

And I set a new record

when I was doing it, too.

But right now my very first love

is this coming race,

so I'm gonna take The Scarlet Lady out

to North Point, put her through her paces.

And I might, just might, be able to squeeze

in one passenger. Any volunteers?

- I'd like to go.

- You would?

Mr. Jamison, I just love to squeeze.

So do I. Come here.

- Yes?

- I'm Wilson. Tom Wilson.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.

We're really very full up.

- Oh, I'm not looking for a room.

- Oh, good.

I'm the new ski instructor.

Oh. Oh, Wilson!

- The employees' quarters are...

- Excuse me, Mr. Hathaway.

- You're the new ski instructor?

- Care for an appointment tomorrow?

- Not tomorrow. Now.

- Mr. Wilson doesn't start until tomorrow.

Well, Mr. Wilson, could you, as a special

favor to me, start your lessons today?

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