The African Queen Page #6

You can stay back here in the stern

and do whatever you have to.

Just so long as we don't look,

it won't matter, huh?

Well, how about it, miss?

Very well, Mr. Allnut.

That's the ticket.

- Mr. Allnut.

- Right here.

- I can't get back into the boat.

- I'll give you a hand.

Close your eyes, please, Mr. Allnut.

All right. I'm all right. Thank you.

Mr. Allnut!

Hi. Sorry I woke you, miss.

What are you doing?

- I ain't doing nothing, miss.

- Well, get out this instant.

Mr. Allnut.

You may come in out of the rain.

Thank you, miss.

- Miss.

- Yes, Mr. Allnut?

- I'm sorry I gave you such a turn.

- That's quite all right, Mr. Allnut.

- Good night, miss.

- Good night, Mr. Allnut.

- What a frightfully strong smell.

- What smell?

The river. It smells like marigolds.

Stale ones.

It does, huh?

Not a very good smell for a flower.

- They're very pretty, though, marigolds.

- They are, huh?

- Mr. Allnut?

- Yes, miss?

- The current's quite strong here, isn't it?

- Yes. We're getting near the rapids.

- Really? So soon?

- Just around that bend.

Kind of dangerous.

You better let me take over.

Here you are, miss.

- Well, miss?

- Yes, Mr. Allnut?

- How'd you like it?

- Like it?

- White water, rapids?

- I never dreamed.

I don't blame you for being scared, miss,

not one little bit.

Ain't no person in their right mind

ain't scared of white water.

I never dreamed

that any mere physical experience

- could be so stimulating.

- How's that, miss?

I've only known such excitement

a few times before.

A few times

in my dear brother's sermons,

when the spirit was really upon him.

- You mean you want to go on?

- Naturally.

- Miss, you're crazy!

- I beg your pardon?

You know what would have happened

if we'd come up against

one of them rocks?

But we didn't.

I must say, I'm filled with admiration

for your skill, Mr. Allnut.

Do you suppose

after I've practiced steering a bit,

- that someday I might try?

- Miss, let me tell you something.

Them rapids ain't nothing

to what's out in front of us.

On second thoughts,

I wouldn't call them rapids at all.

- I can hardly wait.

- But, miss...

Now that I've had a taste of it,

I don't wonder

you love boating, Mr. Allnut.

Is something the matter, Mr. Allnut?

Tell me.

Nothing. Nothing you'd understand.

I simply can't imagine

what could be the matter.

It's been such a pleasant day.

What is it?

- Yes, Mr. Allnut?

- All this foolish talk about the Louisa,

- going down the river.

- What do you mean?

I mean we ain't going to do

nothing of the sort.

Of course we are. What an absurd idea.

"What an absurd idea.

What an absurd idea."

Lady, you got 10 absurd ideas

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