Road to Morocco Page #3

Mother told me there'd be

moments like this.

I wonder how she knew?

[Jeff]

Where've you been?

I've been lookin'

everywhere for you.

Do it some more.

What's the matter

with you?

Kiss it again.

What'd the guy hit you with?

A piano?

Come on.

Snap out of it.

It's a strange country.

A minute ago she

came along in a gold box,

fellows carrying it with sticks.

She took my hand,

kissed my fingertips,

my knuckles, my wrist.

My toes are still braided.

It was wonderful.

Do it some more.

Come on, now.

You're delirious.

You need something in your

stomach. You'll be all right.

Come on.

Here we go.

[ Yelling In Arabic ]

How do you figure on

paying for all this?

Scared? You got

red blood, ain't ya?

But I don't wanna get it

all over strangers.

Eat up. Eat up.

I'll think of something.

They got knives.

They'll try to get the

food back the hard way.

You have already eaten

to the amount of 230 kolacs.

You have money

to pay, yes?

We'll pay...

when we're through eatin'.

Put it on separate checks.

Bring us a couple more

portions of jellied turtle eggs.

And the turtle

that laid them.

Bring her in.

And spread a lot of pixie dust,

double layer.

You have already eaten

six portions.

Can we help it if

we're turtle-egg fiends?

First chance we get we better

dash for the nearest exit.

How about that guy's knife?

We're gonna look silly...

stumbling out of here

on a set of stumps.

Have a nutburger

and forget about it.

I can

hardly wait for dessert.

What are we having?

What do you usually tip?

1 0 percent?

Let's not spoil him.

Go ahead, Buster.

Blubber wants to talk to ya.

I'd better go, huh?

If he gets tough, don't worry.

I'll be right here...

under the table.

Buy a rug for me.

Ho-hum.

Ho-ho-hum.

Garcon!

Who is that?

The local bookmaker?

Here's 287 kolacs

for the little snack...

and 5 for you.

Get yourself a facial.

Come, come.

Let Orville in on this deal.

How'd you get the spinach?

Funny thing.

A guy I've never seen...

gives me 2,500 kolacs...

that's 200 federal diplomas.

Are you listening?

200 skins?

What for?

I sold him something.

You've got nothing. We've

already hocked your pivot tooth.

It wasn't much but it

was all I had, and was

he anxious to get it.

What did you sell him?

Look, Orville,

I want you to keep very calm.

Don't get excited.

What did you

sell him?

You.

Oh, well,

for a minute I--

Me!

Wait a minute.

Give him those fish back!

You can't sell me.

I'm not a horse.

It's the way I comb my hair.

You and I know you're not.

These people are peculiar.

What are you talking about?

Why would a guy buy a guy?

I don't know.

They buy any old junk.

You can't do that to me.

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