Love on the Run Page #4

Let me out of here!

You big double-crossing Hun,

come back here!

Come back here!

I'll get you, you son of a gun!

Hey, come back here, Anthony!

Come back here, you...

Baron:

Pells, let me out of here.

You get yourself out.

I'm no laundry man.

Get me out of here!

I beg your pardon.

Baron:
Help! Help!

Mach schnell!

Hurry, hurry please.

We are late for

the take off.

Chauffeur:
I'm giving her

all she can take, Baron.

What are you writing?

A cable to my mother.

It's her birthday

tomorrow.

Oh, that's sweet. She'll

be glad to hear from you.

Oh, she'll be

tickled pink.

When you leave us, send

this cable at once, collect.

Right-o, Baron.

Back, please, get back.

Flowers, for the baroness.

Right-o.

Oh, Baroness, Baroness!

Happy landing.

Michael:
I wonder what

all those gadgets are for?

Let go!

Hey! Stop!

Follow that plane!

Yes, sir. Are you crazy?

Yes! I'll get you,

Mike Anthony!

Mein instruments,

main equipment are ruined.

A life's work

all over again.

Well, we run along.

As soon as i

locate the plane,

I'll get in touch with

you as a matter of routine.

Good day, Baron.

Thank you.

Good day, Baron.

Then you, men.

Thank you.

Well, that went over

pretty well, I think.

At least it's something

you didn't bungle.

Steven, I swear,

it all happened so...

shut up. That plane

must be found.

I know, I know.

Telephone, Colleen Humbert.

Get fouche in Paris.

One of them must locate

the plane, you hear?

I'll go down to

the field and stand by.

You call me the first news

and I take off at once.

If anyone gets to that

plane you're through!

Do you understand?

It must be found.

Right.

I hope you didn't

kill him.

Who? Kill what?

Igor.

Oh, that's all right. All

snakes live till sundown.

Stop worrying.

Look around for some

peace and quiet to land in.

How fast are we going?

Well, we're either up 2,100

feet and going 175 miles an hour,

or we're up 175 feet and

going 2,100 miles an hour.

Whimsical little

airplane, isn't it.

You know, there is something

queer about this ship.

Well I don't mean

to be critical,

but it was probably all right

before that take off.

No, no. I mean there

are no oxygen tanks

for these comic helmets

to connect with.

You know, Im beginning to think

the baron and baroness

are phonies.

I wonder where we are?

Get out those maps

there, will you?

Oh...

what color is

it down there?

It's sort of

a pinkish brown.

Pinkish brown?

We're over Persia.

Let me see if i

can find France.

If I remember right,

it's a kind of a green.

I wonder who admired

the baroness so much?

Amorous-looking

little gentlemen.

Ah, a note!

He must woo her with geography

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