Oklahoma! Page #3

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And I reckon they are true

About how girls are put upon by men

I know I mustn't fall into the pit

But when I'm with a feller

I fergit

I'm just a girl who cain't say no

I'm in a terrible fix

I always say come on, let's go

Just when I oughta say nix

When a person tries to kiss a girl

I know she oughta

give his face a smack

But as soon as someone kisses me

I somehow sorta wanna kiss him back

I'm just a fool when lights are low

I cain't be prissy and quaint

I ain't the type that can faint

How can I be what I ain't

I cain't

Say no

What you gonna do

when a fella gets flirty

And starts to talk purty

What you gonna do

Supposin' that he says that

your lips are like cherries

Or roses or berries

What you gonna do

Supposin' that he says that

you're sweeter 'an cream

And he's gotta have cream or die

What you gonna do

when he talks that way

Spit in his eye

I'm just a girl who cain't say no

Kissing's my favorite food

With or without the mistletoe

I'm in a holiday mood

Other girls are coy

and hard to catch

But other girls

ain't havin' any fun

Every time I lose a wrestlin' match

I have a funny feelin' that I won

Though I can feel the undertow

I never make a complaint

Till it's too late for restraint

Then when I want to I cain't

I cain't

Say

No

It's like I told you, Laurey,

I get sorry for 'em.

It's like I told you, Laurey,

I get sorry for 'em.

And now that old Will

has to come home.

First thing you know, he'll start talking

pretty to me and changing my mind back.

- But Will wants to marry you.

- So does Ali Hakim.

- Did he ask you about marryin'?

- Not directly.

But how I know this,

he said this morning

that he wanted for me to ride

with him to the end of the world.

Well, if we drove only as far as "Catoosy,"

he couldn't bring me home till morning,

and that means a wedding, don't it?

Not to a peddler, it don't.

(WHISTLING)

(BELLS CLANGING)

I've been waiting for you to show

your face again, old peddler-man.

Remember what you told me?

You said that eggbeater you

sold me would beat up eggs

wring out dishrags, turn the ice cream

freezer and I don't know what all.

Now, Aunt Eller, just listen.

Don't you Aunt Eller me,

you little wart. I'm mad.

If the eggbeater don't work, I give you

something just as good. A present.

I wouldn't have it.

- What is it?

- Real silk. Made in Persia.

What would I do with

an old Persian garter?

It looks pretty.

Now gimme the other one.

Which one? Oh, you want to buy

this one to match that one?

What do you mean do I wanna buy it?

I can let you have it for 50 cents.

Do you want me to get that eggbeater

and ram it down your windpipe?

- Gimme that.

- Howdy, Aunt Eller.

- Hi, yourself.

- Now that all the ladies are here,

let me show you

some pretty "doodaddles. "

Lace around the bottom and there

are bows running in and out.

Well, I never wear 'em myself,

but I sure do like to look at 'em.

How about these?

Yeah, they's all right

if you ain't goin' no place.

Don't nobody want to buy something?

How about you, Miss Laurey?

You must be wanting something,

a pretty young girl like you.

Me? Of course I want something.

I want a buckle made out of shiny

silver to fasten onto my shoes.

I want a dress with lace. I want

perfume. I want to be purty.

- I wanna smell like a honeysuckle vine.

- Give her a cake of soap.

I want things

I can't tell you about.

Not only things to look at

and hold in your hand,

but things to happen to you,

things so nice that if they ever did happen

to you, your heart would quit beating.

I got a-just the thing.

The elixir of Egypt.

A secret formula,

belong to pharaoh's daughter.

- Smellin' salts.

- But a special kind of smelling salts.

Here, read what it says

on the label.

You take a deep breath,

and you see everything clear.

That's what pharaoh's daughter used to do

when she had to decide what dress to wear

or which prince she ought to marry.

She would take a whiff of this.

- I'll take a bottle of that, Mr. Peddler.

- Oh, precious stuff.

- How much?

- Two bits.

- Throwin' away your money.

- Helps you decide what to do.

Put your trappings away

and come inside.

Come along, Laurey. Maybe we can

find him something to eat and drink.

Ali, Laurey and me

been having an argument.

- About what, baby?

- About what you meant

when you said that about drivin'

with me to the end of the world.

Well, I didn't really mean

to the end of the world.

Well, then how far

did you wanna go?

About as far as say... Claremore.

- What's at Claremore?

- The hotel.

In front is a veranda,

inside is the lobby

and upstairs, baby,

might be paradise.

I thought they's just bedrooms.

For you and me, baby, paradise.

You see, I knowsed I was right.

You do wanna marry me.

- Don'tcha?

- Oh, Ado Annie... What did you say?

I said you do wanna marry me,

don'tcha? What'd you say?

I didn't say nothing.

MAN:
Ya-hoo!

Oh, foot, just when...

That's Will Parker.

Promise me you won't fight him!

(WHINNIES)

Ado Annie! How's my honey bunch?

How's the sweetest little 120

pounds of sugar in the territory?

Will, this is Ali Hakim.

Hiya, Hak!

Don't mind the way I talk.

It's all right.

I'm gonna marry her.

- Marry her? On purpose?

- No such other thing!

It's a wonderful

thing to be married.

- I got a brother in Persia got six wife.

- Six wives all at once?

Why sure. That's the way they

do it in them countries.

Not always. I got another brother

in Persia only got one wife.

He's a bachelor.

You know what I got

for first prize at the fair?

- Fifty dollars.

- Oh, well, that was good.

- Fifty dollars.

- You catch on?

Your pa promised I could marry you

if'n I could ever get $50

together all at one time.

That's right. He did.

Your pa's like all the

rest of them farmers.

Don't think us cowboys

got much sense.

Well, this'll show him. You know

what I done with the $50?

- I spent it all on presents for you.

- Oh!

But if you spent it,

you ain't got no cash.

What I got's worth more than cash.

The fella that sold me

the stuff told me.

- But, Will...

- Stop saying "But, Will. "

When do I get a little kiss?

Oh, Ado Annie, honey, you ain't

been off my mind since I left,

all the time at the fairgrounds even

when I was chasing them steers.

I'd rope one under the hoofs,

and I'd pull him up real sharp,

and he'd land on his little old

rump and then I'd think of you.

Don't start talkin' purty.

See'd a lot of pretty girls in Kansas

City. I didn't give one a look.

How could you see 'em if

you didn't give 'em a look?

I mean, I didn't

look lovin' at them,

the way I look at you.

Oh, Will, please don't look

like that. I cain't bear it.

Oh, Will, please don't look

like that. I cain't bear it.

I won't stop looking like this

till you give me a little ol' kiss.

Oh, well, what's a little old kiss?

Nothin', less'n it comes from you.

Oh, you, you do talk purty.

No! I won't!

Supposin' that I say that

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