Lilies of the Field Page #2

- No? All right.

- All right.

- We build it. We women.

- You do that little thing.

- We will. It's God's will.

Boy. Look, I'm checking out.

All right. I'll clean out some of that stuff.

I don't want those girls

to break their backs.

Just to work off that tremendous breakfast

you fed me this morning.

- Let's settle up.

- Ja, sind Sie denn nicht zufrieden?

Wenn wir das gewusst htten, htten wir

Ihnen das Frhstck ans Bett gebracht.

I hope you're not talking mean to me.

You wanted your breakfast in bed?

You talk like American millionaire!

- Yeah. That's me. A millionaire.

- Ja!

Wall Street!

"Us women, ve will build a chapel!"

Schmidt!

Schmidt!

Old Mother gonna feed the slave?

Jesu Christ, sei unser Gast...

...bescheret hast.

- Amen.

- Amen.

I milked the cow yesterday.

I milk the cow today.

I milk the cow tomorrow.

Very good. Very good.

- Very good, Schwester Elizabeth.

- Danke schn.

"Thank you." Thank you.

Danke schn. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Beautiful.

Now you try it, Mama. "Thank you."

It's time.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night, Sister Elizabeth.

- Good night.

Good night, Sister Albertine.

Sister Agnes, you be up early.

You've got to milk that poor old cow.

I milk the poor old cow.

You like to make jokes, Schmidt?

This isn't exactly a joke.

Now I sit down.

I give you a bill.

You pay me for my services.

I've put in two good days here, Mother.

I'm for hire, remember? Hire.

I speak English not so good.

You want to take advantage

of a poor country boy like me?

OK.

OK. We'll play it your way.

Book of Luke, chapter ten, verse seven.

Your Bible is all in German.

I'll read it to you in English.

"And in the same house remain, eating

and drinking such things as they give,

for the labourer is worthy of his hire."

That's not exactly what I had in mind

but you get the idea.

What you got there? Proverbs 14.

"Cast in thy lot amongst us,

let us all have one purse... "

I am a poor man! I've got to work

for wages. I can't work for...

Matthew... chapter six.

Acht und zwanzig...

Two-eight-two-nine.

Matthew, chapter six, 28-29.

Schmidt, read it in English.

"Why take thee thought for raiment?"

"Consider the lilies of the field

and how they grow."

"They toil not, neither do they spin,

yet I say unto you,

not even Solomon in all his glories

was arrayed as one of these."

Consider the lilies.

- What's that?

- You go to bed.

Tomorrow Sunday is.

The mass in town is nine by the clock.

- I'm a Baptist. I don't go to mass.

- We go.

- How'd you get there before?

- We walk every Sunday. Now we got you.

Now dammit! You ain't got me!

- Good night, Schmidt.

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