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I left my cap and gown at the cleaners.

Anthropologist.

He studies man and man's development,

looks for skulls...

...examines heads and all that.

Examines heads. Should have met him

before I left New York.

He could have examined both mine.

Let's not get sick over this, gentlemen.

It's not that funny.

You're so good, Miss Kelly.

That ends that, doesn't it? No kidding,

I've never met scientific types.

I'd like to meet them.

I might learn something.

I don't think you'll be seeing

too much of them.

You'll be wanting to get back

on the same boat.

Okay, coach, take me out. I'm through.

Wait! Hey, wait a minute!

Hey, wait for me! Wait!

Hey, a kangaroo.

I'm sorry, I can't sleep with that lion

or whatever it is chirping.

- Do you mind if I stay here for a while?

- No, have a seat.

- Sure I won't bother you?

- No, not at all.

- New batch of magazines came in today.

- Good.

What makes him do that? Is he hungry?

There's probably a lioness lurking

in the bush out there somewhere.

I guess there's all sorts of hunger

in the world, isn't there?

This is a weird sort of business to be in,

collecting animals.

I guess it's fun for a man, isn't it?

When it's profitable.

You sell them to zoos?

Circuses, trainers.

How much do you get...

...for a baby elephant, for instance?

A dumbo?

Is that really the name for them?

- Around $5000. Tough to ship, though.

- I saw a baby elephant in the zoo once.

He was sucking on a gallon jug of milk

with a nipple attached.

Can you imagine that?

A whole gallon of milk.

Their mothers carry much more than that.

More than a gallon?

I know. Have you got any kangaroos?

What do you get for a kangaroo?

You have to go to Australia for kangaroos.

Yes. Like I said,

I was educated at the York Club.

I'd like to see a kangaroo close up.

A mama kangaroo.

Is it true that they carry their babies

in a little pouch thing?

- That's right. All marsupials do that.

- Ma... What?

Animals that carry their young,

like a papoose in reverse.

Isn't that the darnedest thing.

Everything but a zipper, huh?

- Kelly, you're all right. How about a drink?

- I'd love one.

- Sorry about no ice.

- It's all right.

Doctors say it's bad

for your pouch, anyway.

- Soda or water?

- Water. I find always that with water...

- What's the matter?

- Do something!

- That's just old Joe.

- Old Joe?

Yes. He's our migratory mousetrap.

I bet there isn't a rat or a mouse

within 100 yards of this place.

Oh, boy, to think I haven't had

my first drink yet.

I have old Joe around to trap young girls

into where you are right now.

Oh, now, Mr. Marswell...

...I don't imagine you

need old Joe for that.

The river looks awfully pretty

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