Annie Get Your Gun Page #3

doing what comes naturally

"Doing what comes naturally

"Doing what comes naturally"

All right, kids.

Get on to the house with them birds.

The kitchen's around the back.

Be sure you don't count more than 20.

-Don't worry. He can't.

-Go on. Get along with you.

Say, that was mighty pretty.

Thanks. I like to sing.

'Course, shooting's a lot more fun.

I been shooting since I was 10 years old.

Fancy shooting?

I could shoot the fuzz off a peach.

See that rooster up there?

Yeah.

Now you don't.

Jumping Jehoshaphat!

How would you like to make $5?

Doing what?

There's a swollen-headed stiff

from the Wild West Show.

I don't shoot people!

He challenges anybody in the county

to a shooting match.

I can hit anything he can hit,

standing on my head!

-Watch this.

-No, I believe you.

I'll go make the arrangements.

You wait here.

-What's your name?

-Annie Oakley.

Annie Oakley.

Come on, Grandma.

I got to get you shined up.

How did you get your nose so dirty?

-What's that you got there?

-What's it look like?

It beats me. It's not a rifle, is it?

Ain't you got eyes?

Yeah, you got eyes.

You shouldn't be fooling around

with an old piece of junk like this.

You could get hurt.

This thing's liable to explode

and blow your ears off.

Give this back to your pappy

and get yourself knitting needles.

Hey, mister.

Do you reckon I could keep it

till this afternoon?

It makes no difference to me.

I don't want you to get hurt. That's all.

I just want to keep it long enough

to win a shooting contest...

...off of a big swollen-headed stiff

out of the Wild West Show.

You mean Frank Butler?

They didn't say his name.

Just that he was a swollen-headed stiff?

Yeah.

He's champion.

-What's that?

-He's the best.

He was.

You're set on yourself, aren't you?

About that, I am, but...

...soon as I try to shine up to folks,

I'm gawky as a scrub oak.

Ain't I?

I don't know. I've seen worse than you.

-Honest?

-Sure.

Good luck in the shooting match.

I'll see you there.

Hey, mister.

-Don't you like girls?

-Sure.

I'm a girl.

That's fine.

Is there any special kind of girl

that you like?

Yeah. I like the kind

that you see in picture magazines...

...sort of dainty and dimpled and rosy.

"The girl that I'll marry

"Will have to be

"As soft and as pink as a nursery

"The girl I'll call my own

"Will wear satins and laces

"And smell of cologne

"Her nails will be polished and in her hair

"She'll wear a gardenia and I'll be there

"Instead of flitting

"I'll be sitting next to her

"And she'll purr like a kitten

"A doll I can carry

"The girl that I'll marry must be"

"Oh, my mother was frightened

by a shotgun they say

"That's why I'm such a wonderful shot

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