Herbie Rides Again Page #4

- It's alright.

I'm sorry. How could I know it was

your first assignment for Hawk?

You can't know what a no-good he is.

I should tell you...

Anyway, Mrs.. Steinmetz took me in

until I found somewhere to live.

When I found out what Hawk was

up to, I stayed on to protect her.

I won't let his rats

talk her out of her home.

You're not being fair.

Fair? To Alonzo Hawk? Has he

conned you just like everyone else?

I should tell you...

Did you know

he put a parking garage

on the lot where the DiMaggios

learned to play baseball?

His factories pollute

all the fish in the bay.

His skyscraper casts a cold shadow

on a playground all day.

Let me say...

He even kicked 30 Chinese families

off Grand Avenue!

Please! I can't believe Uncle Alonzo

would do things like that.

Wait a minute.

Uncle? He's your uncle?

- Yes, that's why...

- You rotten swine!

Here's your warm milk, Grandma.

Be sure and drink it.

You know how good it is for you.

Yes, dear.

I still can't understand why

you hit him with a boiled lobster.

Grandma, I wish I could stop

doing things like that.

- I really sort of like him.

- I'm glad to hear that.

Brilliant, eligible lawyers

don't grow on trees.

What are you leading up to?

Nothing, dear. I just thought that

perhaps you could talk things over

with that nice Mr. Whitfield.

Nice try, Grandma.

But if I want a young man,

I'll get him my way.

Yes, I suppose so, dear.

Now, stop hatching plots

and go to sleep.

Yes, dear.

- Goodnight, Grandma.

- Goodnight, dear.

Goodnight, Herbie. Pleasant dreams.

He used to be a famous racing car.

Used to be a famous racing car.

Used to be a famous racing car.

Uncle Alonzo,

I dropped by

to talk to you man to man,

so I could look you

squarely in the eye.

No, I am wearing make-up

because of a black eye.

A girl hit me in the face

with a boiled lobster

the moment I mentioned your name.

This same wonderful, intelligent,

clear-sighted girl

was able to convince me

what kind of a person you really are.

I do not hold with your cheating

Mrs.. Steinmetz out of her home

so that you may build

your concrete anthill

on the spot where

she has known so much happiness.

I think you are despicable,

greedy, grasping

and wholly without principle or pity.

I also believe

you are not a nice person.

If you write my mother,

who is also your sister Frieda,

do not tell her

that I wear make-up as a rule.

I am going back to Missouri,

so you may no longer use me

as a cat's paw.

I bid you farewell

more in sorrow than in anger.

Please do not send us

any more fruit for Christmas.

Goodbye, Grandma!

Hi, everybody.

Hi, Herb.

No hard feelings, OK?

I'm so glad you and Herbie

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