Herbie Rides Again Page #3

Well, that's very nice of you.

I'll be ready in a minute.

Alright, Herbie. Let's get going.

You're an intelligent young woman.

Why do you pretend to talk

to this car? People might wonder.

Don't listen, Herbie. Move it.

Mrs.. Steinmetz thinks of this car as

a person. Old age has its fantasies.

It proves she needs Mr. Hawk's help.

- Remember, Alonzo Hawk sent him.

- You and I know better.

You stubborn bucket of bolts.

You always do things your way!

Let's stop kidding ourselves.

This is an ordinary car,

like a million other

ordinary, rather unattractive...

You shouldn't say that,

Herbie's sensitive about his looks.

You've had your laugh.

You ought to stop now.

He won't stop until you say sorry.

What upsets me most is

you trying to maintain the fiction...

- Please, tell Herbie you're sorry.

- Alright. Herbie, I'm sorry.

Well, what do you think now?

I think you're a very skilful driver,

but I don't want you

to drive me again.

- You think it's a trick?

- Yes. I think it's all a trick.

Well, would you like to drive?

- Yes.

- Good.

There, you see? As I was saying,

this car is just your ordinary,

rather stupid-looking...

What do I do now?

You're on your own. I hope Herbie

hasn't lost his sense of humor.

Chicken Tournament, jousting today?

What's it up to now?

I don't know. It's hard

to figure Herbie out sometimes.

The gallant contenders are taking

their places on the field of honor.

At the north end, the undefeated

champion of the tournament.

Fearless, brutal, unforgiving.

The Red Knight!

At the south end,

his stout-hearted adversary,

the ever-popular Sir Lancelot!

I hope Herbie's not up to

what I think he's up to.

Let the joust begin.

Give the signal, your Majesty.

What are they doing?

It seems very dangerous.

What are they doing?

I think this is where I get out.

Good idea. I'll join you.

The victor thus far

has demolished all who oppose him.

Surviving champion,

your favorite and mine,

the Red Knight!

At the other end of the list,

a mysterious new contender.

But the name doesnt 't matter.

No one lasts for long

against the Red Knight!

Let the joust begin!

No, Herbie, wait!

I take everything back. I apologies.

I believe, Herbie! I believe!

My brave champion,

you have won me!

Take me to your kingdom!

You win the bread, man.

Three dollars.

I'm beginning to think

that I owe you an apology.

Oh, no,

I can't stand men who apologies.

- Well, may I take you to lunch?

- Alright.

I lived in an apartment opposite

the firehouse. I loved it.

Then Alonzo Hawk tore it down

and kicked me out.

- I'm sure it wasn't personal.

- I go crazy if I hear his name.

- How's your jaw?

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