Flying Down to Rio Page #2

No, no. It's quite all right.

It's very generous.

I think. Oh, just a moment.

- Thank you, sir.

- With my compliments.

The quaint young man

has given me an orchid.

In my country they grow like weeds,

you know.

Come, Belinha.

Senhora, would your niece prefer

a geranium? Or a begonia, perhaps?

Pull in your apples, boys.

Here comes William Tell.

Well, Roger's done it again.

Yeah, and just as I was getting

caught up with my alimony too.

That Sir Galahad has gotten us kicked out

of every job from Maine to Miami.

I wonder where we go from here.

Heads we go north,

and tails we go south.

And the quarter goes to the bellhop.

- Hey, that's my case two bits.

- Here comes Fred.

Boys, boys and girls,

and you too, Honey.

Have I got a surprise for you?

- It couldn't be money.

- Well, what is it?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

This is really good news.

Rog has outdone himself.

I'll bet he's broken both legs running after

two women at the same time.

Nothing of the kind.

He's landed us a job in Rio.

Rio de Janeiro.

The Hotel Atlantico.

- We'll be flying down any morning now.

- And swimming back in the afternoon.

I'm taking my water wings.

Will one of you boys pass out

these salary checks?

- Gladly.

- I said one of you.

Well, I can pass them out.

Here, Eddie, you do it.

Get in line, you guys.

Oh, I beg your par...

- Good morning.

- Mr. Bond, I'm so sorry.

- I had no idea I was making trouble.

- Think nothing of it.

I'm just accepting a new engagement,

and not to dance either.

Please don't be angry with me.

I'm sorry.

I must send this.

You see, we missed the plane

to Rio de Janeiro...

...on account of Titia's headache.

- Did you say Rio de Janeiro?

- Yes.

Father is not so well

and wants me there right away.

What a strange coincidence.

It happens...

It just so happens that I have a friend

who's flying his own plane down south.

How far is he going?

Just as far as you want him to.

If he could fly me to Port-au-Prince, I could

still catch this morning's plane to Rio.

Do you think he'd take me?

Take you?

Well, I think I could persuade him.

Oh, how nice of you.

I'll go right up

and tell Titia to pack at once.

No, just a moment. You see...

...my friend's plane is very small,

and it only has room for one passenger.

- Oh, dear.

- Are you afraid your aunt won't let you?

She'd have to for Father's sake.

Dear Father.

Titia can take the next plane.

I'll tell her.

- Hi, Rog. Everything all set?

- I hope so, baby. I hope so.

Shall I lay out your heliotrope coveralls,

or the pink ones with the tan grease spots?

Well, I usually fly with you, don't I?

Or am I just a fly in the carburetor?

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