Sons of the Desert Page #2

but you're going to the mountains with me!

Now, wait a minute! You listen to this.

I want this understood once and for all!

I'm not going to the convention,

I'm going to the mountains.

That's just what I said: that

you're not going to the mountains,

that you're going to the...

that you're going to the mountains!

- Why don't you compromise?

- What do you mean, ''compromise''?

- He means...

- Shut up!

If you think you're gallivanting off

with a lot of hoodlums,

to any convention whenever you want to...

Not for a minute, you're not!

Here I am, slaving day after day,

washing and ironing 'til my fingers bleed.

- Do you appreciate it? Do you?

- Well, you don't...

Oh, shut up! Don't talk back to me!

Just because I'm an unselfish, what does it

get me? Working for you and your interests!

I've planned a vacation for you

in the mountains, at a nice resort

where they play bridge

and have lectures on art.

I fight crowds in department stores,

dying of the heat,

killing myself trying to get

a nice mountain outfit together! Why? Why?!

- Why?

- You keep out of this!

I'll tell you why.

So you won't be ashamed of me.

And do you appreciate it? Do you? Ha, ha!

You want to run off to the convention.

Convention! You'll go to the convention

over my dead body.

I'll put you in jail first. And you, too!

With the rest of the Sons of the...

oh, the Sons of the Desert!

(PIPE MAKES DUCK-LIKE NOISE)

Ooohh!

Oh...

- What do you think?

- Oh, don't pay any attention to her.

She's only clowning. She'll snap out of it.

Ohh!

- Are you going to stand for that?

- You're darned right I won't stand for it.

I'm the boss in this house, and when I say

I'm going to the convention, I'm going...

- Oh, Lottie!

- Hello, Betty. Come on in.

- I didn't have very good luck. Here's a couple.

- Thanks, Betty.

- What's the matter, Lottie? You look worried.

- I just had a run-in with my barnacle.

- Stanley's in there, too.

- Oh...

And furthermore, you're making a big mistake.

What do you mean?

If you're not careful she'll get

the upper hand of you, mark my words.

The upper hand of me? Hm, impossible!

Alright, have it your own way.

I may not be king of my castle, but I certainly

wouldn't allow my wife to wear any pants.

I'd like to see my old woman

throwing things around.

It's disgraceful.

I never heard of such goings-off... on.

If my ball and chain ever talked to me...

If she even dared to raise her...

- Do you know what I would say?

- What?

I'd say... Hello, honey.

I...

Well, you think it over.

I'll see you in the morning.

Ooohh, ooohh...

There, now. There. That's better.

I wonder what could be the matter with me.

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