Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #3

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- Who's screaming?

Hello. Stoddard?

Did you see a big girl with a little man?

I mean, a little man

with a big girl. l-

What's that? They're down there?

Hold them! Stop them! Yes.

Send them back to Kent's office

right away.

Oh, Myrtle,

I thought I made a mistake.

Impossible.

All right, all right.

If you insist, then I wasn't working.

I was out with a blonde,

a beautiful, gorgeous, luscious blonde.

And we're going to be married next week.

Are you satisfied?

Ah, Tony, we're crazy

fighting like this.

It's okay, chief.

They're on their way back up here.

Oh. Hello, Lola.

Hello, love of my life.

Aw, cut it out, Lola.

Can I help it if go all pieces

when I see you?

The man and the little girl

are here, Mr. Kent.

Oh!

Well, come right in. I'm certainly glad

we caught you in time.

When they tapped me on the shoulder,

I thought it was the cops.

But, chief, she isn't-

That isn't-

Keep quiet, Orville. Lola, I want you to

get a load of this kid's voice.

She's sensational. Sing me

that last chorus of your song, honey.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Please. Oh, wait till he finds out.

- Just listen to this.

- Chief, chief.

Let her go, Florabelle!

#You got to each

your spinach, baby #

- Oh.

- Come on. Pull yourself

together, sweetheart!

Ouch!

- # You got to eat your spinach #

- That's plenty.

- That's plenty.

- Well, this guy-

- I said that's enough.

- This bird here-

You'll be hearing from me very soon,

very soon indeed.

- This guy told us...

- I'll be calling you up someday.

- But this fellow-

- Yes, yes. Good-bye. Good-bye.

- I am going to cut you

up and sell you for bait.

- It wasn't my fault.

Do you realize if we don't find that kid,

Bartlett cancels everything?

Careful, Tony. Remember your apoplexy.

I gotta run now, darling.

- Bye, Casanova.

- Good-bye, Lola.

I gotta hand it to you, Orville.

I've been out on a limb

before, but I've never had a

guy behind me sawing it off.

You realize we're on

the worst spot of the century?

You've got nothing to worry about, chief.

We've got the kid's address.

- You have?

- Of course. We've got all their addresses.

- Yes?

- Did you get the addresses of

every one of the applicants?

- Yes.

- Well.

That's a load off my mind.

Whew. I'm dead.

Between you and Lola and

getting this program set, I'm going screwy.

Why don't you take a run down

to Atlantic City for a few days?

Atlantic City. That's the sort of place

I'm trying to get away from.

I'm going up to my farm

where I can relax.

Birds, trees, new-mown hay,

the simple life.

Well, anyway, that's what I need.

Oh, when you find that kid,

be sure you get the contract signed.

Pay her anything she wants!

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