The Little Giant Page #4

My old man come from there.

He says it ain't bad.

- Nope, you gotta have a passport.

- Okay, we'll get ourselves one.

You can't get a passport unless you have

a receipt that you paid your tax.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Old Man Income Tax.

And they call this a free country.

BUGS:

There's our dish.

Golf, polo, the blue Pacific.

Well, that don't sound bad for a starter.

Great climate,

plenty of class and far away.

"Santa Barb..."

- Say, I wonder what that "Santa" means.

- That must be Spanish for saint.

Yeah?

[LAUGHING]

- What's eating you?

- I was just thinking.

A couple of hoodlums like us

moving in on a saint.

[CHUCKLING]

- What do you want?

- Western Union. Telegram.

Who is it for?

Milano. Joe Milano.

Hello, Bugs. We was just discussing you.

I'm leaving town, Joe.

I didn't wanna overlook saying goodbye

to you.

Oh, sure.

Especially since I heard

you was gonna call on me.

[JOE GRUNTS]

Seeing as how I'm leaving town...

...I didn't want you guys to get the idea

you was running me out.

Come on, Al.

That train won't wait forever.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

So long. Don't take any

lead nickels, now.

No, I won't.

You use this to play

them pansy games with.

If you get into any trouble out there,

you can bean some guy with them.

I'll be using them.

You can depend on that.

- Hey, Bugs?

BUGS:
Yeah?

- I got something nifty for you.

- What's it for, Red?

Kind of an outdoor chair.

This is to keep it from going too far

in the ground.

This is to keep it under control

at the other end.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Well, that's just the thing I'll need, Red.

Hey, Bugs, here's all the words.

Now you'll know what them dudes

out there is talking about.

[ALL LAUGHING]

- Hey, Bugs?

BUGS:
Yeah?

Take these

while you can still smell them.

[ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]

So long, boys.

Oh, boy, what a view.

Look at that ocean.

And them palm trees, real too.

Best I ever seen before

was on picture postcards.

Yeah, and them furnishings.

I don't know whether you know it, Al,

but that's real Spanish.

Believe me, those Spaniards

certainly knew their onions.

Boy, what a layout.

Well, it ought to be.

Take a squint at that.

"Forty-five dol..." Per day?

Boy, we're traveling in a fast company.

Forty... Seven times 40, that's 280...

- It's over 300 bucks a week.

- Oh, it ain't the money that burns me.

I'll give over 300 a week

to the bellhops around here.

I don't want them to get that

they got a yap up here.

Nobody ever made no sucker out of me.

"Forty-five do..."

Here goes some of their profit.

Forty-five dollars a day.

The nerve of them guys.

Charging anything like that.

I'll show them where to get off.

Yessiree.

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