A Night in Casablanca Page #2

- Just what is your racket?

- I got no racket.

- I make my living with camels.

- What do you do with them?

They're taxicabs.

I'm President

of the Yellow Camel Company.

Arert all camels in Casablanca yellow?

You crazy. We got

a Checker Camel Company, too. Look.

Must be expensive to operate.

- Here you are.

- This is your wife, eh?

- No, it's my camel.

- You haven't got another stick of gum?

Come on. I'll get you to the hotel.

Do you understand everything

that is expected of you?

- Very good...

- Break it up. This is a hotel lobby.

Isn't there a poolroom

where you can hang out?

Monsieur, I am Gandalou,

Governor General of this province.

- I am Bruzard, Chief of Police.

- I'm Ronald Kornblow, the new manager.

The new manager.

Monsieur Kornblow, it is a pleasure.

I know you've traveled quite a distance...

and I'm sure your journey

was quite tedious...

I've seen five o'clock shadow,

but this is ridiculous.

We have assembled the staff so you can

tell them what you expect of them.

Not the staff, get the guests.

I'll tell them what I expect of them.

- What do you expect of them?

- Courtesy towards the employees.

A kind word will get them further

with the staff than a couple of drinks.

A kind word and some drinks

will get them still further.

Any further than that,

it'll get them kicked out of the hotel.

What I'm concerned about

is the future of this place.

- What have you to suggest?

- We've got to speed things up.

Chef, if a guest orders a three-minute egg,

give it to him in two minutes.

A two-minute egg in one minute.

If he orders a one-minute egg, give him

a chicken and let him work it out himself.

There must be some mistake.

This man is impossible.

I know, but beggars cannot be choosers.

I hope he doesn't have any more ideas.

And now, gentlemen,

I've got another idea.

Yes, monsieur, another idea?

The next thing we're gonna do

is change the numbers on all the rooms.

But the guests, they would go into

the wrong rooms. Think of the confusion.

Yes, but think of the fun.

Please, Capitaine, we must not annoy

Monsieur Kornblow with more questions.

I presume you are tired

after your long journey.

Perhaps you would like to lie down.

Your office. Your desk.

Please be seated.

I'm a different man behind a desk,

as any stenographer can tell you.

But what I want to know is,

why are they burying the last manager?

And don't tell me it's because he's dead.

But you are alarming yourself

over nothing.

Monsieur Rolazoides died a natural death.

And what happened to the manager

that preceded him?

We caught him stealing money.

We were forced to discharge him.

I see. You want a manager

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