Think Fast, Mr. Moto Page #2

- To the ladies!

- Let's hope there're some attractive ones onboard.

If there are, you'll find 'em, Bobby.

- Ginger Ale!

- A fine gag for a friend!

What are you so noisy about? Come on!

Oh, I am thinking about

the proverb of my country...

"Half the world spends its time

laughing at the other half-

And both are fools."

Oh, not bad at all! You can't tell

anything by appearances, can you?

- Shake.

- I choose my friends, please.

Oh, come on. I said, "Shake."

It's an old American custom.

Hey, wait a minute. You can't do-

That's an old Japanese custom.

Bob, do that to me.

- Oh! You would!

- Well, served us right. We asked for it.

Now we're friends.

My name is Hitchings. Bob to you.

So pleased. I am Mr. Moto.

Folks, this is Mr. Moto.

Mr. Moto, this is folks.

Sorry you're not a dazzling blonde.

I remember once-

Your guests must leave, sir.

The ship's ready to sail.

Hurry.

So long.

Come on. Come on, now.

Step lively, please.

Just a minute. Just a minute.

Are you familiar

with old Japanese customs?

- No, sir. Don't know a thing about them.

- Good.

So long!

Say, how about ordering up

a flock of drinks?

No, thanks.

I think not. Good night.

- Phew! It's hot in here. Think I'll take a shower.

- Shower?

- What's the matter?

- May I suggest you go to bed now, huh?

- Without my bath?

- Yes. You see, wine does not mix with saltwater.

- Thanks. Mr. Moto, you'd make a swell valet.

- Yes. Yes.

Good night. Sleep tight.

Now I know who you are.

You're the Japanese sandman.

Strange people, these Americans.

- Well, we're on our way at last, sir.

- Yes.

Bit of a fog tonight.

It reminds me of London, it does.

Would you please close that ventilator?

It's cold in here.

Anything else I can do, sir?

- That will be all for tonight, Carson.

- Yes, sir.

- Bouillon, sir?

- Oh! Take it away!

May I? Thank you.

Mmm. Excellent bouillon.

- Very good.

- Oh!

- So long.

- I wish that heathen would stop gallivanting around.

- He makes me feel worse.

- If we'd gone to the Grand Canyon like I wanted to...

we wouldn't be seasick.

- Good morning, Mr. Bob.

- Oh! Do you have to be so cheerful?

Oh. Hello. It's Mr. - Don't tell me- Moto.

You have a touch of the-

what you Americans call-

"the jitters" this morning?

I think I know what you need.

Come with me.

I'm sorry, sir, but I don't believe

that I know how to make...

a Hakadote high-ball.

- I'll tell you how to make it.

- Don't bother. I won't live to drink it.

- Take that large glass.

- Yes.

First, a measure

of lemon juice.

- Do you have salt?

- Surely.

A pinch of salt.

Now, one egg,

if you please.

Egg.

And four dashes of orange bitters.

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