
The African Queen
- PG
- Year:
- 1951
- 105 min
- 688 Views
Bread of heaven
Bread of heaven
In this barren wilderness
Song of praises
Song of praises
I will ever give to thee
Be the Lord my righteousness
Song of praises
Song of praises
I will ever give to thee...
Death of death and hell's...
Song of praises
Song of praises
I will ever give to thee
When I tread the verge of Jordan
Song of praises
I will ever give to thee
Amen.
Amen
- Hello, Reverend.
- Mr. Allnut.
- Here's your mail.
- Thank you.
Sorry I'm late, but one thing and another
kept me in Limbasi.
You know how it is. Maybe you don't.
- Good morning, Mr. Allnut.
- Good morning, miss.
Splendid, they've come at last.
My rose trees.
- You'll stay for tea?
- Don't mind if I do.
I sure need something in my condition.
I'm in for a going over
when I get back to the mine.
all the names they can think of,
but I don't mind being cussed out
in a foreign language.
They won't fire me.
Ain't nobody in Africa except yours truly
can get up a good head of steam
on the old African Queen.
You take sugar,
I seem to remember, Mr. Allnut?
That's right, miss. Couple of spoonfuls.
And milk?
That's right, miss.
- Bread and butter?
- That's right, miss.
- Brother.
- Thank you.
Just listen to this stomach of mine.
The way it sounds,
you'd think I had a hyena inside me.
Do have some more
bread and butter, Mr. Allnut.
Thanks, miss. I... I don't mind if I do.
Excuse me.
Queer thing, ain't it? What I mean is,
what do you suppose makes
a man's stomach carry on like this?
Try a rock cake, Mr. Allnut.
No, thanks, miss.
Herbie Morton's a bishop.
- Who's that, dear?
- Dear, surely you remember Herbie.
Blond, a bit younger
than I am, ruddy-faced.
He sang a solo
at the commemoration concert.
Holy, Holy, I think it was.
I think I remember. It was so long ago.
- He's a bishop now.
- Splendid.
Yes, I'd say Herbie was
a bit younger than me,
four or five years. Surprising, really.
He wasn't up to much as a student,
didn't have more than his share
of the social graces.
Then, of course, he married well.
Yes. That manufacturer's widow.
What was his name, Griggs?
Briggs. That was it. Alfred Briggs.
Soap flakes, I think. Mrs. Alfred Briggs.
Not to take anything away from Herbie.
I'm delighted for him, naturally.
Of course.
Ain't a thing I can do about it.
Itwas Holy, Holy.
More tea, Mr. Allnut?
Thank you, no, miss.
I reckon I'd better be shoving off
if I'm to get back to the mine
before tomorrow night.
- Don't hurry, Mr. Allnut.
- Do stay for dinner.
Thanks just the same.
I probably won't be coming around
this way for a couple of months.
Really? Well, what about our mail?
Don't look like there's going
to be any mail for a while.
Why not?
- The Germans will hold it up.
- Why, in heaven's name?
- On account of the war.
- War? Where, Mr. Allnut?
- Europe.
- Indeed. Between whom?
Germany, England...
- England?
- England?
- That's right.
- You really mean war?
Yeah, that's what they tell me.
Germans claim the British started it,
British claim it was the Germans.
Well, what do you know about it?
What's happened?
Well, let's see. I...
That's all I can remember.
Yes, the French are in it,
and all them little countries.
Austria, Hungary, Belgium, Spain.
I forget who's with who.
- Is that all you can tell us?
- That's all I know.
I'll see what I can find out
when I get to Limbasi.
Well, I'm wondering
what our position will be. Enemy aliens.
the Germans
in this godforsaken place?
God has not forsaken
this place, Mr. Allnut,
(3.67 / 3 votes)
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
"The African Queen" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 3 Mar. 2021. <https://www.scripts.com/script/the_african_queen_2280>.