Pardon My Sarong
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- 1942
- 84 min
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That bus only goes
ten blocks this way,
ten blocks this way
and ten blocks this way.
Why, it doesn't even
have to make a left-hand turn.
Gone! Completely
disappeared! No trace of it!
How in heaven's name does
anybody steal a crosstown bus?
What are the
drivers' names?
Algernon Shaw Harring
and Wellington Phlug.
Ah, this is no time
to make jokes!
They're new employees.
Shall I call the police?
And have us made the laughingstock of
the country? Get a private detective.
Yes, sir.
Crosstown bus disappears
right under our noses!
Wait 'til I get my hands
on bus number 5111.
Of all the bus drivers in
Chicago, I had to pick those two.
I should never have let you talk us
into leaving our crosstown bus route.
What are you worrying about?
We'll get a promotion. Yeah.
We'll have our pictures
in the papers.
I know what it's gonna say.
"Wanted by the police. "
Nothing of the kind.
Get a load of that.
"Tommy Layton
enters yacht race. "
You mean he's gonna enter this bus in
the boat race? Ye... No, certainly not!
After all...
Oh, will you keep your eyes
open? I can't. I'm sleepy.
I didn't get no sleep in that motel. Why?
Some dummy put the bed
in the closet.
It's a Murphy bed. Murphy
should have slept in it.
What are you...
Hold on to that.
Okay, I'll take it.
Drive straight.
We're running out of gas.
Running out of gas? Oh. Yes.
What are you driving
so fast for?
I got to get to a station
before we run out of gas. No, no.
How you gonna pay for gas? What
are you gonna use for dough?
Don't worry about the dough. I'll see
if I can get away with a baseball story.
- Hey, you like baseball?
- Do I? I never miss a game.
The last half of the 9th,
the score is tied.
Three men on base. Up comes
DiMagg. Three balls, two strikes.
throws... Zowie, a home run!
The Yanks win five to one. We
sure put it over, didn't we?
Yep, we sure put it over! We certainly did!
Hey!
Hey, come back here!
How do you like that!
What happened?
I just got gypped by a
couple wise guys. Yeah?
Where's the
nearest gas station?
Never mind him. Fill it up. Fill it up.
Come on, girls, relax.
There we are.
How'd you enjoy the
trip? The next one's mine.
What are you doing?
- How'd you enjoy the trip?
- Fine, Tommy.
Come along, girls.
Hey, pardon me, but aren't
you Tommy Layton? Yeah.
And we're his nurses. Lucky patient.
I'm from the Oakmont Herald.
How's for a picture?
Sure.
Good.
Thanks, girls.
Come on. Let's get back.
I've had enough air.
That'll be $12.50 for the
gas. $12.50 for the gas.
Tell him to put it on the
cuff. Put it on the cuff.
What do you mean,
"Put it on the cuff"?
What...
Come on. We'll get it off
Mr. Layton. No fighting.
Mr. Layton, the man wants
$12.50 for the gas.
I'll settle everything
at the end of the trip.
Right now, money is
secondary. Just a minute.
How 'bout giving me a
little secondary? All right.
Here's $20.00. Keep the
change. $20.00. Keep the change.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
What's the matter with you?
What's wrong?
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Pay the man. How? The girl took the money.
What girl? The one with the
long red stuff and head too.
Oh, how are we going
to pay for this gas?
Wait, I've got it!
Go tell him the baseball story.
The baseball story? The old one? You know.
They don't know it out
here. They don't know it?
Certainly not. The one about the guy on...
Yes, yes, yes,
you know it. Go ahead.
That was $12.50, wasn't it? That's right.
$12.50,
ha-ha, $12.50.
You like baseball? Yeah, I'm
I think we got 'em.
That's all there is to it.
In fact, I'm just dying to have
somebody tell me a baseball story.
Algy, you better tell him. Why?
He's just dying to have somebody
tell him a baseball story.
Aren't you dying to
tell him? I'm just dyin'.
Go find out if he heard
the game yesterday. Okay.
Did you hear the game yesterday? No.
He didn't hear it.
So?
It was some game. It was the last
of the 9th and the score was tied.
Are you sure you didn't hear the game? No.
You read it in the papers? No.
Hear it on the radio? No!
Okay.
What's the matter? I don't
think it's gonna work.
Is he askin' too many questions?
He knows too many answers.
Go over and tell him
the story. Go on, go on.
Okay.
Hurry up.
Joe DiMaggio... Was at bat,
three balls, two strikes.
DiMaggio swings... Zowie, a home run!
The Yanks win
five to one!
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.
Come here, smart guy. Two fellows put
that gag over on me a few minutes ago.
I said the next guy that
did it, I'd break his leg!
What's that got to do with
my change? What change?
My change from the $20 bill
I gave you. You gave me... Oh!
I beg your pardon, sir. That's okay.
After all, you must
trust everybody. Yes, sir.
Here's a tip for you. That's
very generous of you, sir.
That's okay. Thank you. Thank you, sir.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha!
Ooo-ooo-ooo!
Ah, boy,
that was swell.
One more?
No, one's enough.
I gotta go for another one. Wait a minute.
One's enough. If you're
a sissy, I can't help it.
I like the stuff.
What do you mean?
Scotch and soda.
Cuba libra.
Make mine a brandy.
Can't handle it, huh?
Getting old. Not me, I got a
hollow leg. Fill it up again!
My friend, Algy, don't think
I can handle this stuff.
Thank you. Oh boy.! Whoo-whoo.!
I tell ya,
when I go for this stuff,
I really go for it.
I know, but one of those is enough. Nah!
Come on, let's...
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Take it easy.
Get it out.
That would have cost fifty
cents if you had swallowed that.
Do I worry
'Cause you're
stepping out
Do I worry
'Cause you've got me
in doubt
Though your kisses
aren't right
Do I give a bag of beans
Do I
stay home every night
And read my magazines
Am I frantic
'Cause we've
lost the spark
Is there panic
When it starts
turning dark
And when
evening shadows creep
Do I lose any sleep
over you
Do I worry
You can bet your life
I do
Do I worry
When the ice man calls
Do I worry
If Niagara falls
Though you treat me
just like dirt
Think I give a snap
Are my feelin's
really hurt
When you're sittin'
in somebody else's lap
Am I curious
When the gossip flies
Am I furious
'Bout your
little white lies
When all
our evenings end
'Cause you
got a sick friend
That needs you
Do I worry
Honey, you know
doggone well I do
Now am I frantic
'Cause we've
lost the spark
Is there panic
When it starts
turning dark
And when
evening shadows creep
Do I lose any sleep
over you
Do I worry
You can bet your life
I do
Think you can walk?
Oh, I'll make it.
Right.
Right.
What's the matter?
I should've never mixed them. Mixed what?
The chocolate with the
vanilla. Let's go to bed.
Hello! Whoo! Come on.
I'm sorry, very sorry. Sorry.
Oh, pictures.
Are they your children?
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