Road to Morocco
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- Year:
- 1942
- 82 min
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''Flash! The freighter,
Star of Capetown,
''was sunk today off
''by a mysterious explosion.
with the exception of...
two unidentified
stowaways.''
Look at us.
Two on a raft,
sunny side up.
''I'll tell you how to get home.
We'll stow away,'' you said.
''No, sir,'' I said.
''Don't be a sap,'' you said.
''We're stowing away,
and that's that,'' you said.
''No, sir.''
Yak-yak-yak.
What a brilliant
conversationalist you are!
I took one look at that
crate and knew it would
blow up in our faces.
Wait till they find out who
was smokin' in the powder room.
Never mind that.
Look at us--
Food gone,
water gone.
What's that bulge
in your pocket?
Oh, that's--
Yeah, that.
That's an old
tobacco pouch.
When did you
start smokin' a pipe?
Ever since this morning,
cigarettes make me nervous.
You went to the store
and got tobacco?
You notice--
That's clever.
Come on, dig.
Hand it over here.
Let's see, reach.
Ohhh!
I forgot.
Surprised?
I figure two of'em for
one of us is better...
than one of'em
for two of us.
You can spit
your teeth in there.
Just dunk it lightly.
Well,Junior,
we gotta face it.
We may be days and days
without seeing a ship or land.
We're gonna get
mighty hungry.
- What do you mean, get hungry?
- We'll toss a coin.
What's the date?
Hea--
1910!
Pretty close...
1911 .
That's the way it goes--
somebody loses, somebody wins.
So you win the nickel!
See if you can find any
white meat on that buffalo.
I got a T.L. for you.
We tossed for something
much deeper than that.
I remember a story
about two fellows like us,
castaways.
They tossed a coin, too.
Uh-huh.
They figured there's no use
both of them starving.
Naturally.
to tell his grandchildren
about his pal's sacrifice.
That's very--
Wait a minute.
What pal's sacrifice?
I don't know, though.
You should've
eaten more oatmeal.
You're kind of scrawny.
I don't think you'd
do me more than a week,
and there's no icebox aboard.
Jeff, you're losing
your buttons.
You mean, you'd eat me,
without vegetables?
Calm down,Junior.
I'm not gonna do
anything right away.
I might not do
anything for a week.
Not until I get desperate.
You wouldn't like me.
Once I bit my tongue
and I tasted awful.
Help!
Jeff, don't--
Turkey, look!
Am I seeing things?
What?
What is that
over there?
Land! Land!
We're saved!
We're saved!
Yo-ho!
Yo-ho!
Hey! Hey!
A submarine!
Man the pumps!
Man the pumps!
Last stop!
Got a stone
in my shoe.
Wait a minute!
I hope Aunt Lucy's
lookin' down...
and seein' the way
you're treating me.
You gonna stuff
Aunt Lucy down
my throat again?
Never mind. She saw you tossin'
the coin and lickin' your chops.
You're certainly sloughing off
your promise to her.
Aunt Lucy... I can see her now
lying on her dying bed...
lookin' at you with those
big, trusting eyes.
''Before I go,Jeff, promise me
one thing,'' she said.
''Promise me you'll always be
''No matter what happens, you'll
Promise me,Jeff.
Promise me,'' she said.
Then she up and died before
I had a chance to say no.
Shh!
Who you shushing?
What's the matter?
I hope she didn't hear.
The dead have a way
of comin' back.
When they're dead,
they're dead.
Not Aunt Lucy.
She was a Republican.
Okay,Junior,
I'm sorry.
I guess I shouldn't
have said that.
You know how
I feel about ya.
I guess in my own way
I sorta love you.
All right, but you don't
have to slobber all over me.
I guess I kinda
love you, too.
Now wait a minute.
Stop kissing me.
What are you talkin' about?
I didn't--
You did too!
Are you crazy?
I don't mind being kissed...
but this
is ridiculous.
You did it again.
I did not.
You didn't?
No.
I felt something...
like a wet paint brush.
You did? I did too.
I thought it was you.
And I thought
it was you.
You see!
Aunt Lucy's come back.
You did it with all that
disrespectful talk. Aunt Lucy!
What's that?
What's the matter?
You yellow?
It's only a kangaroo.
What're you gettin' scared for?
Yeah.
Let's take a ride.
This is probably--
Good girl.
Good girl.
We got enough gas?
I got her carburetor
cut down to nothin'.
Where do you
suppose we are?
This must be the place
where they empty all
the old hourglasses.
I think this is what's left
after I clean my spinach.
Hey, look!
They could've thought
of another way to get us here.
Here we go again.
Beats the bus, huh?
Beats me.
# How can we be sure #
# I'll lay you 8 to 5
# Off on the road
to Morocco #
# Hang on till
the end of the line #
# I hear this country's
where they do #
#The dance
#We'd tell you more
but we would have #
#The censor
on our tails #
#We certainly do
get around-ound-ound #
# Like Webster's dictionary #
#We're off on the road
to Morocco #
Look out!
Clear the way!
'Cause here we come.
#The men eat fire
sleep on nails #
#And saw their wives
in half #
# It seems to me there should be
easier ways to get a laugh #
#We're off on the road
to Morocco #
#And somewhere
I feel kind of numb #
# For any villains we may meet
we haven't any fear #
'cause we're signed for
five more years #
Like a set of Shakespeare
you buy in the drugstore
for $1 .98.
Or like a volume of
Omar Khayyam that you
buy at Christmastime...
for your cousin Julia.
##
Wonder if you can get a handout
in this burg? I'm starved.
If that guy wasn't lookin',
I'd eat a rug.
Plain?
Orville,
where are you?
Over here behind
these goose pimples.
Reckon there's been some
sort of shootin' ruckus
at the Buckeye Saloon.
I ain't a-lookin' for trouble,
partner, but if trouble...
comes a-lookin' for me, I'm
gonna be mighty hard to find.
Say, fuzzy, who is that
headstrong, impetuous boy?
He is Mullay Kassim,
the desert sheik.
What'd he come to town for?
A manicure?
of Karameesh.
He has come to ask her
to marry him.
I'd hate to be around when
he comes for a divorce!
You short of blades?
It's a strange country,
Buster.
Yeah.
Well, not too strange.
It's food
we're after.
That's what I say...
food. Yes.
Remember?
Food.
No thanks,
we ate four days ago.
I wish I had
my drool cup with me.
Oooh!
Ahhh!
Allah be praised.
Allah be praised.
Ohhh! Ahhh!
Oooh! Ahhh!
Allah be praised.
What is this?
Free cold cuts!
What are we waiting for?
Shangri-La.
Allah be praised, brother.
We'll get loaded.
This is living!
Why can't he?
Allah has seen fit
to dim the light of his wisdom.
To us, such unfortunate ones
are sacred.
Oh.
I don't
think that's--
Shh!
What are you lookin'
at me like that for?
From now on,
you're sacred.
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