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Will you listen to the conceited male.

No, honest now, are you engaged to be married?

No. Would that be one of my problems?

Well, it might be. Ever been engaged?

No.

Say, who have you known all of your life? A lot of blind men?

Ah, si, es mucho, mucho guapo.

Oh, there you are. Folks, meet the sisters Belmonte.

They don't speak a word of English but hold your hats because we're picking up momentum.

Como est usted?

Muy bien, gracias.

Are you speaking to me?

I don't know why not.

Then you're a fine, upstanding woman and I deserve to lose you.

Come on. Buenas noches, you big stiff.

That takes care of Mr. Smith for the rest of the trip.

Shame to spoil your chances, Mr. Bradley.

Besides I'm about ready for sleep.

Now wait a minute...

Better hurry.

No, they're not my tipe.

You were looking for trouble when you came aboard, now admit it.

I do.

Well, there's your chance. Now run along with Dinah's blessing.

I admit I was on the prowl until you dropped down from the sky.

Yes, but I'm not trouble. We've decided that.

I know.

But I've decided you're something else.

Good nignt, Mike Bradley.

You're on the edge of something very silly.

It doesn't seem so. Of course I've never been this close to the edge before.

We'll forget you ever said that.

Alright, until the day I can make you remember it.

Good night.

Good night.

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Neptune doesn't know what to do with his queen.

Maybe his beard's in the way.

Forty times around. Are you holding

up? I'm holding back nothing. Good.

Miss Pinkles and I have just about decided that you two set the nicest pace in the boat.

We like to walk fast.

So do we.

I think we'd make a nice little score, you might say. We'll all have to do this every afternoon.

I can't keep up with you. My legs are too short.

They touch the ground, don't they?

Hey!

Look at the whales!

What whales? Where?

Whales? Where?

There! See? Right there.

Gosh, I thought I saw some whales.

Oh, you don't suppose... not again!

Oh, poor, dear Mr. Bradley.

What's the matter with him?

Nothing. You see...

Oh, they told me a sea voyage would help me...

I won't go back to that room. I won't be locked up in that place again.

You must be quiet, Mr. Bradley.

Isn't it tragic?

Come. Let's go Edith.

Ok, it worked.

Yeah, let's let it work some more.

You're on overtime now.

Having fun?

I've never had so much fun in my life.

But there's always tomorrow morning at dawn when they harbour in Buenos Aires.

Oh, don't be so challenging.

All those mysterious problems of yours gone?

Come on, Mike. We're supposed to be having fun.

That's a feeble word for it.

Isn't it glorious?

Where's the Southern Cross?

Right up there.

Where?

Here.

Right along the line of my finger, see?

Oh, I see.

How beautiful.

You're telling me.

You want to come out and see my ranch while you're here?

I'm afraid I won't have time.

I only have two days and I have some shopping and things to do.

Where are you stopping?

With some friends.

Oh, who are they?

The Wilsons.

The Wilsons?

Uh-huh.

I never heard of them.

I've lived around here for ten years and know everybody in town.

Well, you see, they just moved down here last winter.

Look here, Dinah.

What's behind all this?

Are you still afraid of me?

Why should I be afraid of you, Mr. Bradley?

Because you still think I'm a boogeyman, I guess.

Don't be silly.

You know. It's all wrong.

We were never meant to end this way.

We were never meant for anything else.

Goodbye, Mike Bradley.

Alright.

Goodbye, Dinah.

Same old thing, ei?

Shipboard friends and never meet again.

That's right.

I don't believe it.

You must.

I still don't believe it.

So long, Dinah.

This telegram came with the flowers.

Thank you.

And what are your plans for the day, Miss Lovering? I arrange entertaining.

I really don't know.

Perhaps a motorcar to ride around the city?

No.

Or perhaps, we have excellent bridled pairs. Everyone rides in Argentina.

Perhaps a horse?

Yes, I think I'd like that.

At 10 o'clock?

At ten, very well.

You have breakfasted?

Oh, yes, thank you. On the boat.

Of course. How stupid of me.

Say, this is mighty pretty. Just Mr. Field to send those flowers.

He's always so thoughtful.

Yes, always, Amy. Everywhere.

Oh, but I'm glad to get off that old boat and get my feet on good firm ground again.

I guess that is the best way to look at it.

To look at what?

Nothing.

Oh, darling, don't you feel good?

I should, shouldn't I?

I know what it is.

You just haven't waked up yet.

Yes, I have. That's the trouble.

I'm wide awake. And I'm afraid to open my eyes.

I've never known the sun could be so warm and strong beating down on me.

I can't open my eyes to look at it.

Maybe what I thought was the sun was just a temporary sunstroke, so skip it.

Alright.

Is the horse ready?

I shall call the stables, Miss Lovering.

Yes, and a guide, too. Somebody who knows.

Yes, yes, sure.

Here's the guide. The horses await out at the Bradley ranch and the Bradley car awaits without.

Oh, but you frightened me.

I'm still a boogeyman, ei?

No, but how did you happen to be here?

Oh, I just thought I'd drop by and say hello to the Wilsons...

Nice little cottage they have here. Lots of servants, guests... Are they home?

No, but they left word for me to mind the children.

I was just taking the twins out on the Plaza to see the execution.

Well, well, the oldest is tall for his age, isn't he?

Or do they have him stretched?

No fooling, Mike. Are you a bloodhound or is this accidental?

A bloodhound that can read trunk checks when a lady carelessly leaves her trunks outside her state room.

You know all my doings.

There's the rub. Mr. Piazza's a friend of mine.

And he owes me money.

So he's the one that told you I was going shopping at ten.

Exactly.

And I thought you would know about our stores down here.

You know they don't like horses trotting up and down their aisles, jumping over the counters...

I thought maybe you'd like to do your shopping out at the Bradley ranch

where horses are horses and not candidates for the bullring.

I'd love to, Mike.

This is better than I hoped.

Now if I could just learn and play that trombone and sing Dixie, I'd really be proud of it.

I'm afraid I was on your neck most of the time, fella.

Stay away from that nasty perch you're on, lady. That loon will cripple you up on your first day in Argentine.

Four hours.

Wash the sweat out of him. No water until sundown.

Si, seor.

Oh, it was glorious, Johnny. You should have been with us.

Johnny isn't much into riding. He keeps to the office and watches out for the business here.

Yeah, that's the reason I stay off of the horse.

And now I can look at this place.

Not much to witness and to woo in.

Oh, I don't know about that.

How many women have seen it?

A darn few.

How about some lunch?

I could eat a horse.

I wish you would.

If he had anything to do with the ordering you'd probably get mule meat.

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