McLintock! Page #7

Of course, Mrs. McLintock.

The toast, lightly browned and unbuttered.

Of course, ma'am.

Wait a minute, now, Boss.

Where do you think you're going?

I just remembered, I got a date.

But she said

she wanted to have a talk with you.

I heard.

- Good evening, Lem.

- Good evening, Mr. Mac.

Say, Mr. Mac,

what does unprepossessing mean?

I was called that once, Lem.

Looked it up in the dictionary.

- It's best you don't know what it means.

- Thank you.

What am I gonna tell her

when she asks where you went?

When in doubt, tell the truth.

She wouldn't expect that from you anyway.

- Where's Mr. McLintock going?

- There he goes, burning his last bridge.

You see a yellow streak about a foot wide

running up and down his backbone?

On Mr. McLintock?

- He ain't afraid of nothing.

- I once thought that.

- Drago?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Was that...

- He took off, lit out.

- I told him I wanted to talk to him.

- Yes, ma'am.

I was standing right over here

when you said it...

and I was standing right out there

on those front steps...

when he walked up the horse,

grabbed a hunk of mane...

- stepped up on him and sunk spur.

- Where did he go?

Last time I saw him, he was going east,

but you know him...

he is liable to go north, south, or west.

Get me a carriage.

- Yes, ma'am, but...

- But what?

Maybe you shouldn't follow him into,

maybe, where he's going into.

What does that mean?

I don't know, but I wish I hadn't said it.

- Just get the carriage.

- Yes, ma'am.

- What happened?

- Get the barouche.

- The barouche?

- Hitch it up, she wants to go to town.

But Mr. McLintock

never said anything to me about it.

Look, young fellow. I'm the...

I'm the ramrod around this place.

You better start giving me a yes, sir...

or you going to get the roof of this house

pulled down on your head.

Yes, sir.

- Hello, Davey!

- Hi, Mr. McLinctock.

- New broom, eh?

- Sweeps clean.

- Hello, Bunny, how is everything?

- Fine, Mr. McLintock.

I'll get you next time.

Two more, Elmer.

Well, look who's here.

What'll it be, Mac? Same as usual?

Ladies.

- Evening, G.W.

- Jake.

- Wrong move.

- What?

Chess problem. Wueen's in danger.

I suppose you can do that.

Camille, you're on your own.

Mrs. McLintock.

I'm Camille, Camille Reedbottom.

I'm learning the game of chess.

Thought it would give me something

to pass the time.

See, I have nothing to do all day long.

I just remembered something.

Katherine, I didn't hear you come in.

Mr. McLintock,

I told you that I wanted to talk to you.

Not now.

Could I get you a glass of sherry, Katherine?

Thank you, Mr. Birnbaum, I could use one.

I came into town behind a runaway team.

Drago never could handle horses.

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