The Naughty Nineties

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As I said before...

Quiet!

Quiet. Uh, quiet.

Uh, Mr. Singleton...

Will you shut up? Will you

please shut up, Mr. Singleton?

Will you keep quiet?

Mr. Singleton, I said...

Come in.

Mr. Singleton...

I'll shoot you. I'll shoot

you, Mr. Singleton, so help...

Will you please

get out of here?

Mr. Singleton...

Psst. Psst.

Mr. Singleton...

Yes, yes, yes. I know!

The baby. The baby.

Go ahead. Go ahead!

Mr. Singleton... Ladies, will

you please keep your babies quiet?

Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.

Have a drink of milk, kid.

Oh, not out of the bottle.

Not out of the bottle?

Uh, Nell, I want you

to meet Mr. Singleton.

Shhh. He's taking my invention

to New York. Mr. Singleton...

- Mr. Singleton...

- Hat pin.

Mr. Singleton...

Mr. Singleton...

Here, here.

Look at the tears

on those little babies.

Don't cry,

because I get sad.

Ladies, you'll have to keep

those babies quiet.

Imagine what we could do

with a showboat like this.

It would be a gold mine. The yokels

would come on board to see the show.

And we could give them

five-card stud in the afterpiece.

Don't forget the dice game.

Don't forget the sheriff.

If the sheriff comes, we sail the whole

kit and caboodle into the next county.

Hold it. Here comes the

temporary owner of the showboat.

Pardon me, folks. I couldn't help

seeing you gettin' up and leaving.

I guess you're strangers. Hate

to think you didn't like the show.

Oh, but we loved the show.

We're leaving because we have to

catch the packet for St. Louis.

Oh, that old packet

won't leave for an hour.

Come on back with me.

You've time to see the olio.

Well, Crawford, get yourself

measured for sea togs now.

You ever get to St.

Louis, Captain? Oh, sure.

We're closing the River Queen end of this

week and coming to St. Louis for supplies.

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