Saratoga Trunk Page #6

No, but i just might.

Ha ha ha!

What does it say,

you macaque, you?

Crazy about her.

Going to bust

the house down.

I knew it.

Only bad happens to us

in new orleans.

What do you know?

This is fine

here in america.

Don't you bother your head

about little clio.

She knows her way about.

Anyway, i'm sick of

only women in the house.

Man around,

suit me fine.

Oh, you little...

you going out?

I didn't come

to new orleans

to sit in

dignified seclusion

in my house.

I'm going...

i'm going

to church.

Why?

Because it's sunday.

What are you

grinning at?

La la la la la

what kind of language is that?

Gumbo, cherl-

new orleans french

flavored with african.

What does that say

in american?

If you was a bird,

suzette

and i was

a gun martinet

i will shoot

you down, sure

i will

shoot you dead

oh, my dear

mahogany jewel.

I love you.

I love you like

a pig love the mud.

And i will

shoot you dead

da dee da la

da da da da da da

la la la la la

mm mm mm da da

a house isn't a house

unless it has about it

the scent

of a good cigar.

Where'd you hear that?

Where?

Mama used to say that,

poor darling.

Oh, she did, huh?

Look, this stuff

you've been telling me-

is it true?

I don't mean that stuff

about being a countess.

I mean... well, sometimes

you talk like a schoolgirl-

ask angelique.

Ask cupidon.

Those two? They'd lie

for you no matter what.

Well, if you think

i'm lying,

angelique is lying,

cupidon is lying,

why don't you go back

to that little lady in texas

you always been talking about?

The one who made you

that white satin tie

embroidered with

blue forget-me-nots.

What's the matter with that

tie? You're not jealous, are you?

It's terrible.

Tell me about her-

the finest little lady

in the world.

Blue eyes, you said,

and golden hair,

and so little, she

only comes up to there.

How nice.

When are you going

to marry, you two?

I don't aim

to marry anybody.

I go it alone, and i'm out for big game.

I'll marry.

I'll marry a husband very,

very rich and very respectable.

I'll be the best man

at your wedding.

Why not?

No, you'll be

far too handsome.

All the guests

would wonder

why i hadn't

married you.

Very, very rich

and respectable men

are so rarely

handsome.

Then, one can't

have everything.

Where i come from,

women are two kinds.

They're good

or they're bad.

What kind of a woman

are you?

Well...

on my father's side,

i'm very, very good-

prim, you might say,

and very respectable.

On my mother's side,

i'm...

how shall i say that

for your tender ears?

Sometimes i'm mama, who gave

everything for love...

sometimes i'm

my grandmama vaudray,

who gave everything,

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