The Bohemian Girl Page #3

- Quiet!

- And my diamond studded case.

- lt's a...

- Silence!

- And this!

- None of these belongs to...

- Anything else?

- Yes, my rings!

- Come on, hand them over!

- l've never been so embarrassed!

- Anything else?

Oh, yes! l almost forgot my lorgnette!

Oh, and my cane!

His...?

- Come on.

- Just a moment, Officer.

Just a little...offering a gift, here.

A small stipend.

- Thank you!

- One more little detail.

- My pistol. Can't do without that!

- Pardon me.

- lt's quite all right.

- My solicitor shall hear of this!

Well, Stanley, a very profitable evening!

- A little refreshment?

- That's a good idea.

Come, Stanley.

- Good night... Oh!

- Good night.

l-l beg your pardon.

Why don't you be careful?

Oh, well, that's different!

Thank you, Stanley.

- Yes, sir?

- Two tankards of your rarest vintage.

- And put a wallop in it.

- Yes, sir.

Come, come, my man! Hurry!

Look!

lt's a good thing we got his cane.

Come on, hurry up, hurry up!

- Two tankards of our rarest vintage.

- Right away!

Thank you.

Give it to me.

Give me all of it!

Why should l? lt's as much yours as mine.

All right, l'll play you for it.

- What?

- l'll play you fingers.

- What's ''fingers''?

- lt's very simple.

You put your fist up like that.

Then you put out some fingers.

lf you put out the same amount

of fingers that l do, you win.

And if you don't put out

the same amount of fingers, you lose.

- All right.

- May the best man win.

Ready?

Oh, no! l'll tell you what we'll do.

- We'll play this time ''winner take all''.

- All right.

A gentlemen's agreement.

Ready?

Aha!

Aha!

Oh-ho...

Count Arnheim orders you and your cursed

gypsies to be on your way by noon.

Tell Count Arnheim the cursed gypsies'll

be away from here long before that! Pah!

Ahem!

Curse you, Count Arnheim!

For every whip stroke

you have bestowed upon my beloved,

may you suffer a year of woe.

Look!

Count Arnheim's only child!

Only child...?

- Give me a part of that banana.

- Huh?

Give me a part of the banana.

Arline!

Arline?

Arline!

Oop! Oh! Oh! Oh!

There, run and play.

Hmm. Nobody will ever recognise her now.

Good. But how will you account

for her to your husband?

Have no fear.

He'll believe anything l tell him.

He must never know who she really is.

lf he suspected anything,

he and that nitwit henchman of his

would tell it to the whole world!

Don't worry, my precious. l can handle them.

- Good morning!

- Good morning.

Hurry up and get that fire going!

All right, dear.

- Hello!

- Hello.

- Where do you live?

- ln there.

lsn't it that nice?

Hey!

What?

- Er... Whose kid is that?

- lt's none of your business.

What do you mean?

l demand to know who she is.

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