No Time for Love Page #3

Three of you, easy now. He

may have busted something.

You'd better go with them. All

right, get that plate back in place.

My camera. Come on, come

on, get back to work.

Where do you think you are, you baboons?

Why didn't you watch what you're

doing? Come on, back to work.

Okay, punks. Get back

inside. Come on. Break it up!

Okay, take it away.

Get me the clinic.

Moran speaking. Had an accident.

Do you think he'll be all right?

Lady, he's an Irishman. He's

either all right now or he's dead.

It was all my fault.

If it hadn't been for you, that

nutcracker would have beaned him.

But you should have stood out of the tunnel.

Here comes Ryan.

Come on, quit stalling.

Shake your head and see what happens.

Nothing loose.

Are you still here?

Is that the thanks she gets

for saving your no-good life?

Huh?

Who do you think rolled you out

of the way of that powder puff?

She did? She did.

A man can't turn his back without... Thanks.

If you'd quit showing

off in front of skirts...

...you wouldn't be taking spills.

Who was showing off? She asked

me to lean out, didn't you?

I didn't mean for you to lean that far.

Pay no attention to him, lady.

You big, bull-headed goof.

Trying to blame a woman for

them mud barges he calls feet.

One more crack from any of

you and you get a free lump.

Jiggers, kids. Superman's getting sore.

Maybe he thinks the lady's

gonna save him again.

Oh, here, gentlemen!

Oh, no! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Oh, help! Help!

Now, who was saying what?

Hiya, Doc.

Hey, it's the Doc with the checker.

Clancy. Clancy. It's the Doc

with the checker. Morrisey.

Morrisey. Come on, Morrisey.

The Doc and the checker. Come on, get up.

Put him on the bench, right there.

Come on, Morrisey. Come on.

Come on, sit down.

What about that one?

Oh, Pete! Wake up, Pete.

Pete, come on. Wake up, Pete!

Come on, Morrisey.

Let's put him on the bench.

Breathe deep, that's right.

The Doc and the checker.

Let's put him on the bench.

Hiya, men. Hi.

You're bleeding.

Don't tell a soul or I'll get fired.

Confidentially, I was in a fight.

Funny, the way the doctor

got the wrong patient.

You men are quite loyal

to each other, aren't you?

Against outsiders.

Oh, you can take the chip off your shoulder.

I'll be out of here in a few

minutes, and I don't expect to return.

There's no chip. I still

don't think you're a jinx...

...but you're just not my

type of dame, that's all.

Type of dame?

You've been on the prowl

ever since you met me.

Aren't you old enough to know it?

What...

Why, you conceited ape!

Maybe there's something about

you I could like, I don't know.

Right now I'm booked solid,

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