Abbott and Costello in the Foreign Legion Page #5

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You can't call it off. Sheik Hamud

bid a fortune for these girls.

I can't help what he bid.

But you must buy them. I can't.

He just changed my mind for me.

Perhaps you would let me talk to them.

I may make them change their mind again.

Oh, my master, wouldst thou not like

six beautiful girls to serve you?

Six pairs of feet

to do thy running?

Six pairs of hands

to do thy bidding?

And six pair of lips to do

my kissing. Now look, lady...

Excuse me.

You're beautiful. May I kiss

one of your six pair of lips?

Lou!

Hmm?

Now what is this again? Who keeps

puttin' those things in my mouth?

Lady, this guy hasn't got

enough dough to buy you.

Quiet, slave. Do you think

maybe the auctioneer,

he would take, say 75 cents down and

maybe a dollar and a quarter a month?

I m-mean, do you think... Shut up, you

stupid fool! You've ruined all my plans.

For months I've been trying

to enter the household...

of Sheik Hamud of the Al-Minya

tribe, and you outbid him!

I'm sorry. I'm s...

I'm sorry.

I'd like to talk

to that sheik.

You know, we're looking for

one of the members of his tribe.

Uh, Lou, show her

a picture of Abdullah.

Come, come, I cannot wait

all day for my money.

Oh, uh, one moment. I must see

you later. Where can I meet you?

We checked into the

Hotel International.

I'll contact you. How're

you gonna get out of here?

I am in no danger.

I'll manage.

Oh, uh... he would like

to think it over.

Think it over? Six beautiful

girls for only 160,000 francs!

160,000! Yes, and it's a good buy.

A what?

A good buy.

Good-bye!

Good-bye!

The Legion!

Hip, hip, hip!

Hip, hip, hip,

hip, hip, hip, hip.

And a skip and a jump.

And a skip and a jump. Hip!

Hip, hip!

Come on, Bud!

Those are the Americans.

Hip, hip, hip, hip, hip.

This is the Foreign Legion.

Nobody can touch us here.

Whew! Oooh!

Hey, what kind of a country are

you guys running around here?

Every time my pal and I turn our

backs, somebody throws a knife at us.

A knife? Yee! A knife!

Put that down. Listen...

This is headquarters of the

First Battalion Legion trangre.

It is not. This is the Foreign

Legion. That's what he said.

Now listen, neighbor, we're not a couple of

American tourists that can be pushed around.

Yes, we're here

on business, big business.

And what is the nature

of your business?

Hmm?

I think we're out of business. Shh!

You're relieved, Corporal.

I'll handle this.

Well, gentlemen? Uh,

we're looking for a guy.

Where does the Al-Minya

tribe hang out?

Well, the last Legion report,

they were somewhere in this area.

But I doubt very much

whether you'll be able to find them.

Hey, why don't we... why don't we

ask Sheik Hamud where his tribe is?

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