Kid Galahad

A poet, yet.

Look, George,

you couldn't have driven around in back?

This is where I always stop

when I make a delivery, Mr. Grogan.

You never complained before.

I never came back from the village

like a sack of potatoes before.

What happened to the convertible?

I loaned it to an Arab.

He was on his way to a picnic,

and his camel had trouble with its valves.

When I ask a simple question, I don't expect

I should have to listen to your lousy jokes.

What's the matter with you?

I got nobody to work out with my boy

this afternoon. That's one thing the matter...

That's because you're too cheap

to pay more than $5 a round.

And your boy thinks every workout is a war.

Here he is. You wait here.

Let me speak to him first.

Thank you.

What's with the soldier?

Who asked for a parade?

Not so loud, honey, please.

He just stopped by to see you.

- Yeah? And what's his angle?

- It isn't like that.

He's just looking for a job, that's all.

I gathered from what he told me,

he's some kind of an automobile specialist.

- A mechanic.

- A what?

You heard me, a mechanic.

Now, all I want you to do

is brush him off lightly.

Okay.

Walter.

Willy, this is Walter Gulick.

- Pleased to meet you, sir.

- I explained to Walter that...

there mightn't be anything available

in his line, especially at this time of year.

That's about it, soldier.

What I mean is, well, nobody ever

called Cream Valley a little Detroit.

I understand what you mean, sir.

About the only job open around here

is a sparring partner for this man's tiger.

- Well, he's the right size, ain't he?

- Oh, lay off, Howie.

For somebody without experience...

the kid could save himself time and trouble

by stepping in front of a train.

I've had experience, Mr. Grogan.

I did a lot of boxing in the army.

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