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Fitten for an angels'

Fitten for an angels' choir

Then at last

- Come the clams

- The clams

Steamed under rockweed

And poppin' from their shells

Jest how many of 'em

Galloped down our gullets

We couldn't say ourselfs!

Oh... Oh... Oh...

This was a real nice clambake

We're mighty glad we came

The vittles we et were good,

you bet!

The company was the same

Our hearts are warm

Our bellies are full

And we are feelin' prime

This was a real nice clambake

And we all had a real good time!

We said it afore and we'll say agen

We all had a real

Good time!

- Enoch?

- Aye?

You found the treasure last year,

so it's your turn to hide it now.

Enoch.

And while Enoch's hidin'

the treasure,

all the rest of you get to work

and clean up this island.

Can't leave it like this

for the next picnickers that come.

Here it is, Enoch.

Fall in and get to work, the whole kit

and caboodle of you. Burn all that rubbish.

That's a well-set-up

little piece, that Carrie.

Look. Ain't it near time for us to start?

No. We'll wait till they

start the treasure hunt,

then we'll go together like a team.

We'll get lost together like I said.

Did you get the knife?

- No.

- Well, go ahead and take one.

- Somebody might see me.

- Take it so they don't see you.

I got some sweet business to transact.

- Miss Pipperidge!

- Mr. Craigin!

No fair peekin'.

Oh, I didn't come here to find no treasure.

- You didn't?

- No. I come here to protect you.

You did?

What are you doin' out here alone?

Don't you know it's dangerous?

Suppose I was a different type of fella.

You know, unprincipled?

A fella who'd use physical strength

to have his will.

- There are such men, you know.

- I know, but...

Every girl oughta know how to

defend herself against brutes like that.

Now there are certain

holds in wrestlin' I could teach you.

Trick's that'd land a masher

flat on his face in two minutes.

- I ain't strong enough.

- Oh, it don't take strength.

It's just a matter of balance.

A twist of the wrist, a dig with the elbow.

Here, let me show you a simple one.

This might save your life someday.

Now, suppose a fella...

...gets a hold of you like this!

Now you put your two hands on my neck.

Now pull me towards you.

That's it. Now pull my head down.

Good. Now put your left arm

all the way around my neck.

Ah.

Now squeeze... Hard!

Tighter!

Good girl.

- Does it hurt?

- Oh, you got me helpless.

Show me another one.

Uh, right... Uh...

Here's how you can pick a fella up

and send him sprawlin'.

Now, I'll just stand here

and you get a hold of...

Uh, no. No. Wait a minute.

I'll do it to you first,

and then you can do it to me.

- All right.

- And you just stand still and relax.

This is... This is the way

firemen carry people.

It is?

You see how helpless you can make a fella

if he gets fresh with you?

Aye.

Ah, Miss Pipperidge.

- I'm just crazy for you.

- Mr. Craigin...

Why, just to see your lovely smile,

I'd swim through beer

with my mouth closed.

Oh!

Oh. Hello, Enoch.

This is the way firemen carry people.

Where's the fire?

He... He was just showin' me

how to defend myself.

It didn't look like you'd learned very much

by the time I came.

That's 'cause you came too early.

In my opinion, sir, you are

as scurvy a hunk of scum

as I ever seen near the water's edge

at low tide.

What's all the fussin'

and fuzzlin' and wuzzlin' about?

I never thought I'd see

the woman I'm engaged to

bein' carried out of the woods

like a fallen deer.

Oh, no, Enoch. He wasn't carryin' me

out of the woods.

He was carryin' me into the woods.

Oh, no. I don't mean that.

I think we have said all we have to say.

I can't abide women

who are free, loose and lollygaggin'.

And I certainly would never marry one.

Enoch!

Aw, let him go, Carrie.

- You don't know when you're lucky.

- You keep out of this!

- Ooh!

- Enoch!

Oh, Carrie.

You could never be happy

with a man like that.

I'm only tellin' you

for your own good. Believe me.

I never see it yet to fail

I never see it fail!

A girl who's in love

with a virtuous man

Is doomed to weep and wail!

Stonecutters cut it on stone

Woodpeckers peck it on wood

There's nothin' so bad for a woman

As a man who thinks he's good!

Nice talk.

My mother used to say to me

"When you grow up, my son

"I hope you're a bum

like your father was

"'Cause a good man ain't no fun!"

Stonecutters cut it on stone

Woodpeckers peck it on wood

There's nothin' so bad for a woman

As a man who thinks he's good!

- 'Tain't so!

- 'Tis too!

Oh, Enoch. Say you'll forgive me.

Please say you'll forgive me.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone with my...

Shattered dreams.

They're all I have left.

- I got it.

- What?

- The knife.

- Oh.

Look, ain't it about time?

Sure. Hey, Nettie. Nettie!

- When do we start that treasure hunt?

- Right now.

Get your partners. Two men to each team.

You got half an hour to find the treasure

and the winners can kiss any girls they like.

Billy? Billy!

Billy? Are you goin' with Jigger?

Don't you think that's foolish?

- Why?

- Well,

neither one of you knows the island good.

- You oughta split up and each of you...

- Now look.

We're partners, see? Let's go, Jigger.

Stonecutters cut it on stone

Woodpeckers peck it on wood

There's nothin' so bad for a woman

As a man who's bad or good!

Julie!

Oh, Julie.

It kinda makes you wonder, don't it?

Yes, it does, Carrie, and yet...

What's the use of wondering'

If he's good or if he's bad

Or if you like the way

he wears his hat?

Oh! What's the use of wondering'

If he's good or if he's bad?

He's your feller and you love him

That's all there is to that

Common sense may tell you

That the endin' will be sad

And now's the time to

break and run away

But what's the use of wondering'

If the endin' will be sad?

He's your feller and you love him

There's nothing more to say

Somethin' made him

the way that he is

Whether he's false or true

And somethin' gave him

The things that are his

One of those things is you

So when he wants your kisses

You will give them to the lad

And anywhere he leads you,

you will walk

And anytime he needs you

You'll go runnin' there like mad!

You're his girl and he's your feller

And all the rest

Is "talk!"

Common sense may tell you

- Billy? Billy!

- That the endin' will be sad

And now's the time to

break and run away

But what's the use of wondering'

If the endin' will be sad?

He's your feller and you love him

There's nothin' more to say

You ain't gonna use the knife?

Nah. I told you it was just to scare him.

- What if somethin' happens?

- Uh?

- Something goes wrong.

- Ah.

Look.

Supposin' we die.

We'll have to come up before... Before...

Before who?

Before God.

- You and me? Not a chance.

- And why not?

What's the highest court

they ever dragged you into?

Just police magistrates, I guess.

Sure. You never been up

before a Supreme Court judge, have you?

- No.

- It's the same thing in the next world.

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