Saratoga Trunk Page #2

I found out everything.

Good, cupid.

Now we fix those dulaines.

You wouldn't

do that?

Oh, wouldn't i?

Angelique, do you think

they'll recognize me?

Do i look

enough like mama?

Not half so beautiful.

Young scrawny like you.

Hah, an old crow

like you.

Perhaps it will be

just as well

if at first

they're not sure.

Perhaps

i'll not even

use my name of

dulaine at first.

You sure those police

ain't after you?

I'll be a...

who shall i be?

You're acting just

like your grandma.

I'll be

a comtesse.

I am la comtesse de

trignonai du chenfrais.

And i'm the queen

of spain.

And i'm the

emperor napoleon.

Boo!

Blackberries

fresh and fine

i got blackberries, ladies.

Fresh from the vine.

I got blackberries

america

is lovely.

It's swell

and lovely.

Mmm.

Ah.

Boo!

Are they here?

Do you see them?

No. Not yet.

Are you sure?

No, i could not

forget them.

Merci.

Lady, can i

dance for you?

Thank you, ma'am.

Oh, what a heavenly smell.

Jambalaya.

Jambalaya-

that mama wished for

in paris

and couldn't get?

Oh, i want some.

Oh, heavy stuff, you'll ruin

your breakfast at begue's.

You know i have the

appetite of a dock worker.

Quick cupid,

tell the man

a heaping plate for madame la comtesse.

For who?

You heard!

For madame la comtesse.

Who else, stupid?

Hey, you.

A dish of this stuff

for madame la comtesse.

For whom?

For madame la comtesse.

Who else?

But certainly.

Certainement.

Is it as good as

they've told me in france?

I await your judgment.

Mmm.

Delicieux.

Delicious.

Mmm.

Excellent.

Wonderful.

Madame la comtesse

says the dish is delicious.

It is more delicious

than anything

she has eaten in paris.

Hash. Phooey.

Ah, tres bien. Bravo,

madame la comtesse.

Bravo.

You're so quiet

all at once, eh?

Now what's

happened?

Hmm?

Don't pretend

innocent with me.

I see the look

in your eye.

Don't you try

fooling with-

stop nudging me,

you wicked old woman.

I'm not a child.

I'll go when i please.

I see him, that big lug

leaning there, that texas.

You going to

the cathedral,

and it should be

for confession.

Of course, angelique. Cupidon,

take the marketing home.

Stay with us

until we're safe.

Do whatever will please

the old crow.

Oh, what a lovely

chou- fleur.

Still there.

Who, angelique? Who?

"Who, angelique?

Who, angelique!"

You and your cauliflower head

- you're two of a kind.

We'll now go

to the cathedral.

Cupidon, go home

with your basket

and meet us later

at begue's.

We'll ride.

I'm tired. It's hot.

I'm hungry.

Yes, ma'am.

Nice time for a ride

out to the lake.

Ma'am.

I hate to see anybody

as plum beautiful as you

riding in a moth-eaten

old basket like this,

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