Pot o' Gold Page #2

you here when I need you?

Get the police. The police?

The militia if necessary.

That woman has insulted me for the

last time. You said that before.

This time I mean it.

That band is driving me insane.

It certainly is. Have them arrested.

I will. Good.

# Hi, Si, what's a-cooking?

Hi, Si, how's she looking?

# Life will be as sweet as can be

# If I find a cookie

that's looking for me

# Hi, Si, di-di-dida,

di-di da-da da da da-da

# All day long I wash and dry

To keep my cookie away from Shanghai

# Shine for you?

Ten cents implies a revenue

# Your dogs will get a real shampoo

The real Magoo

Fresh fish!

# Dum-dee dum-doo diddly-dum

# The fortune teller told me

I was gonna clean up. #

The apples good? I supply the Ritz.

They'll do for the McCorkles.

I'll take half a dozen.

Here, Willy.

What am I? A packhorse?

Anything else, Miss Molly?

That'll be all. Thank you.

Here, stupid. Well, take it.

Thank you.

Come on. Too bad you can't carry

a few bundles without complaining.

I don't mind carrying them.

Well, who are you?

I'm the guy carrying the bundle.

Thanks. I thought my brother

Willy was behind me.

He went ahead of you. I'm terribly

sorry. You must have been surprised.

Life in the city is one surprise

after another. For instance?

Band music coming down out of

the sky. That's up on our roof.

On your roof? The band is on

the house, until we get a job.

Are you with the band? My sister

Donna and I sing. Mother feeds it.

It certainly is a swell band.

Not everyone agrees with that.

You mean the neighbours object?

No. The neighbours are...

Uh-oh. Here comes trouble.

As you can see, Miss McCorkle,

I'm here with the law.

For protection?

No. This is your last warning.

That music must cease!

I'm coming, Molly.

What does this weasel want?

As if I didn't know. No violence.

Speak to her, officer.

Hello, Mom.

You're in bad company.

I'm here to give you an ultimatum.

That band are disturbing

the entire neighbourhood.

The entire neighbourhood? Does

it disturb you, Mrs Papadalis?

No. It keeps me young. Disturbing

the peace. And you, Mrs Sweeney?

My old man can't fight

when he hears music.

They will, will they?

The hoodlums, the ruffians.

Go back to your kennel and tell

old man Haskel what you've heard.

What's going on? You've heard

of the Hatfield and McCoy feud?

This is between the McCorkles

and the Haskels. Who? Come on.

What are you doing?

Looking for a nice soft one.

Oh, quit kicking me!

Look out. Now, just a minute.

Just a minute. You might miss him.

Down.

You hoodlums! You'll pay for this!

Now.

Stand aside...

I hit the wrong man.

No, you hit the right man.

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