Trouble for Two Page #2

I like him, too.

Don't mind saying it.

He's a fine boy.

Yes, your majesty.

You and I probably know him.

Better than anyone else,

don't we?

Yes, indeed, your majesty.

I want you to help me

with him now.

Of course, your majesty.

I - I don't mind saying

that I'd gladly - I'd -

I'd give my life

for his royal highness.

I know you would, gerry.

We couldn't have shown all the

patience we did in raising him.

Without loving him, could we?

Remember some of the things

he used to do?

Remember the time

that he hid your crown.

In the waste basket?

But, uh, he isn't a boy

any longer, gerry.

No, your majesty.

And I've just had to hurt him,

really, for the first time.

It's about

this marriage business.

Yes, your majesty.

And you can help him

where I can't.

He's had a hard blow.

But if I know anything

at all about him,

He'll come through it all right,

but he'll fight.

There's no knowing what

he may do in the next month.

So I want you

to take him away somewhere,

To london, but never let him

out of your sight.

Yes, your majesty.

I'll do my best, your majesty.

And understand this,

colonel geraldine.

If anything happens to him,

If one hair of his head

is harmed,

Or one line gets into

the newspapers about him,

No matter what he does,

I'll have your hide nailed

to the palace walls.

Is that clear?

Oh, uh, yes, your majesty.

Good.

Got a cigarette?

Oh, yes, yes, cigarette,

your majesty.

Oh, beg your pardon, sir.

That was an exciting moment.

Stupid fellow.

This is the dullest, most stupid

boat trip I have ever been on.

Maybe we might play a game?

Let me see, uh...

I'm thinking

of a famous english poet.

Whose name begins with "t."

I'll give you 20 guesses.

Tennyson.

Oh, yes,

you got it the first time.

Would you like to think of one?

Well, anyway,

I'm glad we're going to london.

I can bring back an english

plum pudding for aunt elsa.

She's always wanted one.

Man:
Mr. Godall.

Paging mr. Godall.

Mr. Godall. Paging mr. Godall.

Hmm? Oh, yes, of course.

Steward, I'm mr. Godall.

For you, sir.

Have you forgotten,

major Hammersmight,

I am mr. Godall.

Gerry, old boy,

This trip may not have been

without its compensations.

I'm going to meet a lady

in cabin "c."

But you don't know any lady

on board.

I have a feeling

I'm about to know one.

But...

Woman:
Come in.

Madam.

It was good of you to come,

mr. Godall.

It was better of you

to ask me, miss, uh...

I'm sorry.

But for the moment, my identity

must remain a secret.

Oh, yes, that's quite

understandable.

I beg your pardon.

Are you a brave man, mr. Godall?

Madam, have you ever been

kicked in the shins?

I beg your pardon?

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