Behind the Scenes with Blake Edwards' 'The Great Race' Page #6

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You understand every second counts.

- You can't go now.

- What do you mean we can't go now?

You're the guest of honor.

Well, I don't want to be a guest of honor.

I got to present you

with this here key to the city!

He doesn't want a key, he wants gas!

- As Mayor of Boracho, l...

- I want gas and I want it now!

- You ain't gonna get no gas till tomorrow!

- Tomorrow.

You're gonna accept this here key.

You're gonna attend that meeting tonight...

...or, by jumped-up Harry, you're gonna be

guest of honor at a necktie party!

Necktie?

Well, what kind of cheap present is that?

Listen to me, you cheap,

mealy-mouthed, third-rate war healer!

- Somebody get me a rope.

- You want a rope?

I got a rope in the car.

Somebody get me a rope!

Hurry up, they're leaving.

Oh! Get me a rope, somebody!

Get me a rope!

- You gonna give us any trouble?

- I beg your pardon.

We been planning this here shindig

for over a week.

Now do we string up the bunch of you or

cooperate and be the guest of honor.

I greet you with cordiality and good cheer.

It's a pleasure to be the great honor.

It's a big celebration tonight.

You ain't gonna get no gas till tomorrow.

We look forward to celebrating

and the hospitality of your community.

Quiet! Citizens of Boracho! Quiet!

Citizens of Boracho. Thank you.

As Mayor of Boracho, I offer a toast...

...to our guest of honor, The Great Leslie!

To the fair city of Boracho.

Now here she is...

...the Queen of the West,

Boracho's own Lily Olay!

- I spotted the gas!

- Shut up.

Howdy, Mayor. Howdy, Sheriff.

Hello, there, Curly.

Hello, there.

Lily, this here's our guest of honor,

The Great Leslie.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Welcome to Boracho, honey.

Won't you join us?

Just for a minute. Scoot over.

How long are y'all going to be here?

Unfortunately, just for the night.

We have to leave in the morning.

That's a pity.

I would like to propose a toast

to Miss Olay.

It's lucky Texas Jack ain't around.

He'd gun that dude for sure.

Pardon me, Mr. Partner.

Who is this Texas Jack?

Who's Texas Jack?

The roughest, toughest gunslinger

in these parts.

Lily is his girl.

- Lily's his girl.

- Terrific!

Honey, your smile is downright painful!

Thank you. Are you a native of Boracho?

I ain't no native, I was born here!

- Mr. Partner.

- Yes.

Where would I find this Texas Jack?

He's got a ranch

about eight miles south of town.

I have to get on that moon again.

Don't go away, you hear?

- It's been a pleasure to meet you.

- Welcome to Boracho, honey.

Jack.

Now wait a minute, Jack.

This is a friendly celebration.

Fiddle-de-dee! I don't much like

the way you're celebrating.

So you just step back, Sheriff,

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