The African Queen Page #7

for my one.

Just why don't you want

to go on, Mr. Allnut?

- The river and Shona.

- Shona?

You're darn right, Shona.

All it would take would be one bullet

in the blasting gelatin

and we'd be in little bits and pieces.

- Then we'll go by night.

- No, we won't.

After Shona, there's the rapids.

Nobody in their might rind would

tackle the rapids at night.

But then we'll go in the daylight.

We'll go on the far side

of the river from Shona,

- just as fast as ever we can.

- No, we won't.

- You agreed to go.

- I never did.

I never agreed to nothing.

You are a liar, Mr. Allnut,

and what is worse, you are a coward.

Coward yourself.

You ain't no lady. No, miss.

That's what my poor old mother

would say to you.

If my poor old mother were to hear you...

Whose boat is this, anyway?

I asked you on board

'cause I was sorry for you,

on account of you losing

your brother and all.

That's what you get

for feeling sorry for people.

Well, I ain't sorry no more, you crazy,

psalm-singing, skinny old maid!

There was a bold fisherman

Set sail from off Pimlico

And when he got off Pimlico

The winds did begin to blow

And the little boat wibble-wobbled so

That overboard went he

Singing twinkie deedledum

Twinkie deedledee

Was the highly interesting

song that he sung

Twinkie deedledum

Twinkie deedledee...

Miss. Have pity, miss.

You don't know what you're doing, miss.

I'll perish without a hair of the dog.

Miss.

It ain't your property!

What a headache.

There was a bold fisherman

Set sail from off Pimlico

To catch...

But when he got off Pimlico

The one...

It's a great thing

to have a lady aboard with clean habits.

Sets a man a good example.

A man alone,

he gets to living like a hog.

Then, too, with me,

it's always putting things off.

Never do today what you

can put off till tomorrow.

But with you,

business before pleasure, every time.

Do all your personal laundry.

Make yourself spic-and-span,

get all the mending out of the way,

and then, and only then,

sit down for a nice, quiet hour

with the Good Book.

I tell you, it's a model,

like an inspiration.

Why, I ain't had this old engine

so clean in years, inside and out.

Just look at her, miss.

See how she practically sparkles?

Myself, too.

Guess you haven't never

had a look at me

without my whiskers and all cleaned up.

I'll bet you wouldn't hardly recognize me.

Works that much of a change.

Freshens you up, too.

If I only had some clean clothes like you.

Now, you, why, you could be at high tea.

Say, that's an idea, miss.

How's about a nice little cup of tea?

Now, don't you stir.

I'll be glad to make it for you.

How's the book, miss?

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