No Time for Love Page #2

If you can't talk without

cussing, then make faces.

What's the idea of bringing a dame down here?

Don't they know it's bad luck?

I'm getting out while I got my health.

If we had brains, we'd all get out.

You can suit yourself about

that, but whatever happens...

...keep your snouts out of the

gutter, you muck-covered baboons...

...or I'll kick you out of

your hairy hides and throw...

Moran!

Mr. Taylor, the men say they won't work.

while there's a woman in the tunnel.

It's an old superstition,

there's nothing I can do about it.

They're a jinx underground.

We ain't inviting trouble.

Well, I'm sorry. I didn't realize.

You see, they told me that

this was where I'd find.

...real, honest-to-goodness

fearless men.

Nobody mentioned anything

about superstitious children.

Well, you heard what the lady

said. Come on, back to work.

Back to work. Come on, come on, come on.

And mind your language.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Morrisey, might I have your

assistance with this slave bracelet?

Mr. Hanagan, it's a pleasure to help you.

And it's my turn to carry the heavy end.

Thank you, Mr. Hanagan.

What you expected?

It's like small-time vaudeville!

Easy, easy.

Little over this way.

Lower. Lower.

Little more. Little more. That's it.

Pardon me. What do you do?

I'm a butterfly presser.

I mean, what's your title?

No titles down here. We're all democrats.

What do you want?

Would you like to pose for me?

I didn't bring my butterflies.

Now, look, you needn't be cute.

I just need a fairly human

model for some pictures.

That's out. My mamma done told me.

Ryan, I suggest you

cooperate with Miss Grant.

The president of the

company seen fit to do so.

Maybe she's his type.

Listen, you... Hey, Ryan, get to it now.

Pardon me, folks. Work.

Sorry, Miss Grant.

Oh, that's all right.

After all, the sun isn't

shining and he's a groundhog.

Come on, lean on it, boys.

Listen, Superman, for two bits.

I'd slug that big yap

of yours shut so tight...

Shut up, both of you.

Stand back. Take it away.

Okay!

Take it easy. That's it.

That's it.

Here it comes, Ryan.

Look what's down there. Hey,

Jack, Willie, pipe the Jane.

How about looking up here

so we can see your kisser?

What are you doing Thursday night?

Hiya, babe. How about taking my picture?

Mr. Taylor, can he lean a little farther out?

Ryan, lean out a little

more. Make it look good.

A little more. Little further, Ryan.

I can't see her face, but

she looks kind of cute.

Hey, watch the plate! What

are you doing up there?

Miss Grant, are you hurt?

No. No, I'm all right.

Fast thinking, miss, but

now they know you're a jinx.

All right, men, get him

into the compression tank.

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