The Little Giant Page #5

Up here.

Oh, you too.

Yes.

Yeah.

You going screwy?

They ain't gonna make a chump

out of me.

Boy, I'm gonna get me money's worth.

Yessiree.

Yeah.

I'll show them they can't get off.

Say, why do we have to put on

these monkey suits?

Why couldn't we wear a tux?

I tell you, nobody in this kind of joint

wears tuxedos at night but waiters.

Well, if you're wrong,

you'd better order yourself an ambulance.

[CHATTERING]

Hey, come here.

I suppose you're gonna tell me

all these guys are waiters.

They're all dressed wrong. We're right.

Well, listening to you, it's a wonder

I didn't end up down here in pajamas.

Oh, this is great.

Perfect. Real class.

And what atmosphere.

I get a kick out of this, don't you?

You can have my interest in it free.

I know, you rather be in a cellar

shooting crap.

Just lead me to that cellar.

Hmm.

Mr. Stanley will be here in just a minute.

Yes, Miss Cass.

Hey, uh, don't turn around

until I give you the office.

What's the matter? How many?

- They got rods?

- No, you ape, it's a skirt.

And is she the McCoy.

Thought some guy had the finger on us.

One quick hinge at her

and you can tell she's a lady.

It's painted on her like a billboard.

- You wanna meet her?

- Do you know her?

No, but I can ease over there,

break the ice.

Mush-head.

You ain't on North Clark Street.

You're in society now.

Out here, you don't talk to people

till you've been introduced.

Oh, dames are alike all over the world.

I bet I could...

Say, you stay put

or I'll bend this water bottle over your skull.

Oh, boy, am I hungry.

Am I gonna give a big steak

a good home.

- They got me.

- What?

Oh, the score card.

I can't read nothing on it but the date.

Oh, it's in French.

Oh, well, let's order the whole thing.

Maybe there's a steak among it.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Consomm, chicken and fried potatoes.

Talk French, you chump, and talk it loud.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

When did you learn

how to talk this monkey jabber?

of a French dame.

[CHATTERING]

All right, so why?

It's a game.

What for?

Listen, stupid.

The guys in the white shirts are playing

against the guys in the red.

Each team is trying to knock the ball

through the other team's goal.

Get it?

- Then what?

- Oh, shut up.

Oh, boy, there's that dame again.

Gee, I wish I could find out some way

of getting properly introduced.

You've been beefing about that

since last night.

Why don't you give up?

Leave it, leave it.

Oh, come on, let's scram.

This game's dead.

There ain't no excitement.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Let's hop into town

and pick up a couple of waitresses.

I didn't come out here

to hustle any waitresses.

First-class or nothing.

They won't come near you.

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