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I came out here to listen to the music for awhile.

How about listening in there and dancing?

No, I'm too comfortable here.

You're a problem girl, aren't you, Dinah?

No. Why?

You're a problem to me and sometimes I think you're a problem to yourself.

What did you come on this trip for? The ride?

Uh-huh.

Darn long ride.

I wanted a long ride.

Who's the guy?

What guy?

You know, every once in awhile your eyes are way out there in the horizon.

There must be a guy behind a woman's eyes when they're like that.

Will you listen to the conceited male.

No, honest now, are you engaged to be married?

No. Would that be one of my problems?

Well, it might be. Ever been engaged?

No.

Say, who have you known all of your life? A lot of blind men?

Ah, si, es mucho, mucho guapo.

Oh, there you are. Folks, meet the sisters Belmonte.

They don't speak a word of English but hold your hats because we're picking up momentum.

Como est usted?

Muy bien, gracias.

Are you speaking to me?

I don't know why not.

Then you're a fine, upstanding woman and I deserve to lose you.

Come on. Buenas noches, you big stiff.

That takes care of Mr. Smith for the rest of the trip.

Shame to spoil your chances, Mr. Bradley.

Besides I'm about ready for sleep.

Now wait a minute...

Better hurry.

No, they're not my tipe.

You were looking for trouble when you came aboard, now admit it.

I do.

Well, there's your chance. Now run along with Dinah's blessing.

I admit I was on the prowl until you dropped down from the sky.

Yes, but I'm not trouble. We've decided that.

I know.

But I've decided you're something else.

Good nignt, Mike Bradley.

You're on the edge of something very silly.

It doesn't seem so. Of course I've never been this close to the edge before.

We'll forget you ever said that.

Alright, until the day I can make you remember it.

Good night.

Good night.

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Neptune doesn't know what to do with his queen.

Maybe his beard's in the way.

Forty times around. Are you holding

up? I'm holding back nothing. Good.

Miss Pinkles and I have just about decided that you two set the nicest pace in the boat.

We like to walk fast.

So do we.

I think we'd make a nice little score, you might say. We'll all have to do this every afternoon.

I can't keep up with you. My legs are too short.

They touch the ground, don't they?

Hey!

Look at the whales!

What whales? Where?

Whales? Where?

There! See? Right there.

Gosh, I thought I saw some whales.

Oh, you don't suppose... not again!

Oh, poor, dear Mr. Bradley.

What's the matter with him?

Nothing. You see...

Oh, they told me a sea voyage would help me...

I won't go back to that room. I won't be locked up in that place again.

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