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- Fellas!

...captured the crux of the situation...

I read that book.

We have to restring our guitars.

- Why?

- We have to restring our guitars.

Oh, yeah. We have to restring our guitars.

Nice.

What? The fire?

The way you got rid of your friends.

Cool.

- We've had lots of practice.

- I can believe it.

The fire's nice, too.

You really live like gypsies, don't you?

It's the way we like to live.

Are you serious about this book of yours?

Very much so.

Well, why me?

I'm looking for the perfect American male.

One thing that makes him perfect

is that he's different.

He's not like everyone else.

You're different.

So is she.

When you find this Mr. Perfect,

does he get some kind of award?

Oh, yes. He gets me.

That's nice. That's real nice.

Knock it off! Somebody's trying to sleep!

He's a real guy. Turned me down flat.

- Who turned you down?

- Your Mike McCoy.

- I offered him $5,000.

- I knew you'd like him.

He drives a Duesenberg, he races a Cobra,

and he told me to go to hell.

- He's quite a boy.

- Yes, I know.

I mean, he knows how to handle a car.

I've seen him do it.

And that big road race coming up...

The Fox Five!

You want Mike to drive it for you.

He's pretty well-known, isn't he?

Just one of the best singers

in the country.

No wonder they call you Foxy Foxhugh.

Now, that's not a bit kind.

After all, I'm doing him a big favor.

Think of the publicity he'll get.

A big boost for his career.

I can see it now:

"Famous singer wins big race."

You mean, "Famous singer wins big race...

"in new Fox Five car."

Never entered my mind.

- Philip!

- Yes, sir!

Make a note to call

my public relations director.

Foxy, aren't you glad I wanted him

for my birthday present?

First, he'll sing for you,

and then he'll drive for me.

But Mr. Foxhugh,

you said he turned you down flat.

You know what happens

when you get excited.

Don't worry, he'll be here

on your birthday...

and he'll be in that race, too.

But that's wrong. You can't force a man!

- And besides he told you to go to hell.

- Philip!

You're fired.

Daddy, what did you do that for?

You know Philip faints

when he gets upset.

Philip is 26 years old.

It's time he stopped fainting.

Well, he's sensitive.

I'd better get going. It's a busy day.

The proxy fight, the big merger,

and your birthday present.

- You will get him?

- They don't call me Foxy for nothing.

Mr. Foxhugh,

I think it's more than enough...

He's gone, Philip.

Hiya, Harry. I'll be right with you.

Listen, Les, on your solo,

really open up, okay?

Got you.

Let's try that next-to-last number.

Just a minute, Harry.

Mike, before you waste

any more time rehearsing...

What's the matter? Aren't we sold out?

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