Flying Down to Rio Page #4

You and your reserve.

If people knew you as I do,

they might be a little bit shocked.

Now give her your bag of tricks.

You know how we always do it.

Start with your music.

- I don't think she'll fall for that old line.

- We haven't met one yet who didn't.

What will I play?

Can't you get an inspiration

by just looking at her? Look at her.

She's like an orchid.

And there's the moonlight.

"Orchids in the Moonlight."

There, I've given you

another title for a song.

If they only understood themselves

as we do.

Isn't it silly how humans deny themselves

the things they want most?

To satisfy stupid convention.

But we can speak the truth.

I can say I love you.

Oh, I didn't mean this.

I don't know how it happened.

What difference does it make?

It happened, isn't that enough?

No, you don't understand.

I haven't the right.

My life has long been arranged.

Don't tell me anything so 18th-century

as a family arrangement could...

We do things so in my country.

Then I'm going to institute

some radical changes in your country.

But my fianc has even built me

a beautiful home on Rio bay.

But you love me.

- You're taking a lot for granted.

- And I love you.

You don't even know my name.

You must forget tonight.

Now you're talking a lot for granted.

I'm determined

that you'll never see me again.

If I have to turn the country upside down,

I'll see you.

- I won't permit you.

- We'll see about that.

- You'll do just as I say.

- Oh, will I?

- You will.

- I will not.

Your family, your fianc, the army, the navy,

and all of South America can't stop me.

And if you're silly enough to think that...

I've stood about enough from you.

Oh, miss.

Oh, miss.

Good morning.

I'm just going down to the corner drugstore

to get some breakfast.

Is there any special way

you like your coconut juice?

Say, listen...

...l'm not going to spend the rest

of my days with a dumb wife.

Well, if you're going to act that way,

I've got some looking around to do.

Mr. Bond.

Mr. Bond, where are you?

Where are you?

Roger, where are you?

Where have you gone?

- What's the matter?

- Wild men. Cannibals.

Where?

Roger. Roger, darling. Roger.

What happened?

I don't know.

Oh, I say.

I beg your pardon, sir...

...but it is strictly

against the rules to move the ball.

Say, what kind of

a desert island is this, anyway?

- Where are we?

- This is Haiti, sir.

Port-au-Prince Golf Club.

I was availing myself

an early morning practice...

...for the caddy's tournament, sir.

- But I saw wild men.

The bellhops taking their morning dip.

Wild men, fancy that.

Say, is there any place near here

where I can get a mechanic to fix my plane?

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