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but first I'll get you straightened out.

- Will you wait?

- Sun Lo says patience is like wealth.

Many talk about it, but few possess it.

- Sun Lo is quite a conversationalist.

- I don't know, but he talks a lot.

Aw!

(honks horn)

Ah, hail to the chief!

- Hello, Tommy.

- Kay.

- Tommy, darling.

- Dora.

- Colonel, have you been drinking?

- A mere aperitif, a soupon of brandy.

- Yes, master?

- Bring us flagons of your rarest nectar.

And bring it with the speed of an antelope.

We perish, we swoon.

Yes, master. Black Label all round?

- Right.

- Not for me.

Do these old ears hear right?

Could it be Thomas, the pride of the Randalls,

has refused a drink?

- Right.

- My boy, are you ill?

Uh-uh. In fact, Colonel,

I am still under the spell of a good woman.

(barks)

Mr Wu! Mr Wu!

You come back here this very minute.

Mr Wu!

Mr Wu! Mr Wu!

Now, where did you find this good woman?

I didn't know there were any more left.

Come on outside. I'll introduce you,

but remember, I saw her first.

- What about us? Can't we go too?

- Sure, come on. It'll do you good.

Now, none of your Rabelaisian lip.

This girl has led a very sheltered life.

As if I ever said anything that would raise

a faint blush on the cheek of...

Looks like she stood you up.

Nice goings-on, I must say.

Here she is. Hey.

Why don't you go all the way in?

Maybe she's down the cellar.

- That's funny.

- At least she left you the car.

- Sometimes they don't even do that.

- She must be someplace.

- Come on, let's go on in.

- When you find her, yell. We'll be at the bar.

Now, let her go, lad. Better fish in the sea.

You know, this reminds me

of an experience I had in Kansas City.

I met this little lady.

Very fine and very demure.

Mr Wu, you oughta be ashamed.

(thunder)

(Tommy hums a tune)

- Just like a lullaby, eh, Colonel?

- Hmm.

A Chinese lullaby.

- Oh, there you are, Mr Randall, sir.

- Little Lord Fauntleroy.

- Go away. I don't want to talk to you.

- Your car. We must get it aboard.

- The captain's holding up the boat, sir.

- All on account of you, Atkins.

You're a heedless, thoughtless butterfly.

No consideration for others. No...

I thought so.

Colonel, this man's been drinking.

Please, sir, we must hurry, sir. Now, please.

See here.

- Steady, Atkins, steady.

- Now, Tommy, we mustn't be too harsh.

I used to have an uncle that drank.

It's a madness in the blood.

Please, sir, I can walk for myself, sir.

You'll be all right,

but you mustn't shout like that.

We'll get you back on the boat

safe and sound.

It's quite all right.

I can really get there myself.

- It's quite all right.

- Get in there.

- Get in, Tommy, and hold him there.

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