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see it's 5:
00. That's closing time.

Aw, be a good fellow. I apologize.

That's fair enough, isn't it?

Come on, give me that

marriage license, huh?

With pleasure... tomorrow.

All right,

I know lots of places

where I can get a good

marriage license for two bucks.

And do you know where you

can get a girl to go with it?

Aw, Rusty, don't be sore. We'll

come back tomorrow and do this right.

I'll be as solemn

as seven owls.

Come on, don't make a guy feel

as though he had jilted you.

Don't be dull, Charlie.

I'm not sore.

I'm jilting you, my lad.

Why? Because I...

Because this thing called marriage

was never invented for us, Charlie.

We went haywire

when we thought it was.

What do you say we stay

almost married? Rusty...

Here, hold this.

I gotta make a phone call.

When you hear the tone,

the time will be two and

one half minutes after 5:00.

They're all yours.

We better hurry

and get that Archduke story.

See? I knew this coat would come

in handy for something, after all.

Say, how many of these things must

you eat before an Archduke comes out?

Lift up the lettuce.

He might be hiding.

Newspapermen. Newspapermen!

Winternitz, please, send them away.

But, Your Highness...

Send them away!

But, Your Highness, your

engagement to Miss Mainwaring,

it makes big news for them.

Am I the only man in America

that gets married?

But, Highness, she is one of

the richest women in America,

and you are an Archduke.

They are curious about you.

Yes, they ought to be curious

about any man who would marry that.

Newspapers!

They ought to put me in their

"Believe It Or Else Not. "

I'll bet she gives the Duke

four stars.

Sit down, sweetheart,

and let your arteries harden.

Two to one, it's a stooge.

Please, be patient.

His Highness, the Archduke Gustav

Ernest, will see you presently.

Well, what's

His Highness doing?

He's getting a high,

I'll bet.

What'd I tell you?

What'd I tell you?

But soon it will all be over,

Your Highness.

Miss Mainwaring's reception

and then the wedding,

and then...

Yes, and then...

Your Highness.

If you could only get those terrible

newspaper people out of the next room!

Wherever I go, they follow me

with their terrible questions!

If this is

a democratic country,

why doesn't the Archduke

have rights like other people?

Oh, Your Highness,

my name is Mason.

I'm the Assistant

Hotel Manager.

I don't care who you are.

This is Miss Fleming,

my... my assistant.

Oh, so...

You have a charming assistant,

Mr. Assistant Manager.

Yes, well, what I really

came for was to apologize

for the way the newspaper

people have been bothering you.

I think we can prevent that

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