Road to Morocco Page #5
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Carve it?
And what was that... business?
Orville?
Orville, those two men--
What were they doing here?
They were measuring me
for some outfit.
Measuring you!
Do you know
who they are?
The royal dressmakers.
No, my beloved.
They're undertakers.
Well, that--
Huh? They were measuring me
for a graveyard gabardine?
Yes.
Jeff.Jeff.
There you are. I gotta
have a talk with you.
Orvie, I've been doin'
a lot of thinkin'.
There's no use you and I
arguing anymore. I'm
gonna beat it out of here.
That's it... you're not.
You don't have to.
I admit I tried
to cut in on you.
Whatever you've got,
Shalmar's goin' through with it.
That's all been changed.
Huh?
I'm the guy
that's shoving off.
I've been watching you two
and you're made for each other.
You look good together...
just the right size.
You're takin' her.
I'm givin' her to you.
What are you
cookin' up?
The last gal you gave me
was that lady wrestler.
What's behind all this?
I got to thinking
about the burying--
I mean the marrying.
It wouldn't last.
In a week, I'd be cold.
Besides, I got a girl.
I got her at the harem,
right off the assembly line.
Nice model.
He's gonna fly with me.
My love will consume him thus...
and thus,
and thus...
Aunt Lucy?
A girl can eat
too much yeast.
But, my very own--
Yeah, later.
when I'm in the mood.
You ain't been out of it
for twenty years.
This is a whole new
shuffle... you two!
Wait till Shalmar
hears about this.
It's not gonna be easy.
It's gonna be a tough assignment
to get Shalmar to give me up.
A struggle.
But you can handle it.
You've got everything I've got,
and you've had it
many years longer.
I got rid of mine.
It's gonna tear the heart
out of her but I'll catch
her on the rebound.
She might settle
for me.
That's the spirit.
see you through to the end,
leave no stone unturned.
Why don't we fly away?
Why don't you fly around
and warm your motor?
I'll join you later.
Orville?
Orville.
Orville!
This is disgraceful!
Tsk, tsk.
Shh!
I'm not gonna let you do this
dreadful thing to Geoffrey.
Shh.!
You'll be the
death of me yet.
Please, Aunt Lucy.
You've got to talk to him,
tell him the truth.
I ain't doin' nothin'.
Look what he did to me!
I insist. If you
don't tell him, I will.
You can't talk to him.
You're in my dream.
Goodness, gracious me!
That's right.
We're only allowed to be
in one dream a week.
Mr.Jordan doesn't like us
pestering people.
- I can understand that.
- I've got to make him hear me.
Geoffrey!
Geoffrey.!
Geoffrey.!
Shh.!
Shh!
Geoffrey!
Oh, oh.!
Take your hands
off me.! Stop it.!
Oh, oh.! Ahhh.!
Guess that'll show her.
[ Moaning ]
Your feet are cold.
You see, Master.
Wings!
And more than that,
they have legs.
Insects! Fireflies!
What are they doing
in my telescope?
I don't know. I haven't
cleaned the lenses for a week.
Dear, oh, dear!
I must have mistaken these
fireflies forJupiter and Venus.
Yes, Master, you've certainly
gummed up the works.
Indeed, I have.
My prophesies for
the American's death...
were based on the fixed
positions ofJupiter and Venus.
This doesn't add up.
I want you.
You say you want me,
Orville says it's okay,
It's something I can't explain.
We're going to be married.
That's all I have to say.
I've something
to say too!
I'm not in love
with you anymore.
I got another girl.
No more talk.
Go to your room and
prepare for the wedding.
I just got one thing
to tell you, Princess--
I'm going to my room
and prepare for the wedding.
Okay, fellas,
who's got the dice?
He's a pip, brushing off
a dream like you.
Instead of a wedding,
you'd think he was
going to his own funeral.
Yes... wouldn't you?
Princess,
Princess!
Mistress of my life,
listen and be merciful.
I have made
a calamitous error.
You must not
marry that American.
You must marry
Mullay Kassim!
Mullay Kassim?
I must hear
everything.
Your life is influenced
byJupiter and Venus,
so it is my painful
duty to tell you
what I've learned.
You are indeed the favored
one of Allah, O Master.
To marry the princess,
most men in Karameesh
would gladly die.
Yes.
That's what's
worrying me.
So you see, they turned
out to be fireflies.
I was wrong
about everything.
Geoffrey!
Don't you see?
Isn't it wonderful?
Yes, it's pretty good.
It just means Turkey's
back in circulation...
and you get tied up
to Mullay Kassim.
Mullay Kassim.
Geoffrey, you may
feel strange about
marrying a princess,
but I'll spend the rest
of my life trying
to live it down.
You mean, you and me?
Is that what you mean?
Mistress!
You see,
Hyder Khan?
You see what your
fireflies have done?
How about this!
Wait'll I break
the news to doodlebug.
That's why Orville
was so anxious to
hand you over to me!
I think he got wind
of this whole thing.
Don't say anything to him,
not just yet.
I'll handle him!
Shalmar and I
had a little talk,
and we've decided to accept
your generous offer.
What generous offer?
You giving me to her.
She's decided
to accept me.
The guys are working on
the nuptial knots.
No kidding!
I knew you'd see it.
You two, what a pair!
Hand-in-hand!
Brother, you're gonna
have the happiest week.
You're gonna be in clover!
Yes, sir, deep in clover.
Have you
told me all?
Oh, Sheik.
I have told you
what has befallen,
trusting in your
generosity to reward me.
Here.
You must hurry,
O Mighty One!
When I left, the princess and
her consort were preparing
to leave the country.
Hurry!
There isn't much time.
Get some sense
into your noggin,
and you and me blow.
We're going to
the United States
to get hooked up.
Hyder Khan's got that jinx
spread all over the world.
Yeah? Let's see him
mess around in Brooklyn.
Here comes Murder,
Incorporated.
Call me later.
So, that is your plan!
Running away with this dog.
I could show a dog
a few things about
running right now.
I'm not mixed-up in this.
I'm tending the gardens.
These tulips need
pruning... have one?
You lie to Kassim?
No, but it's
a big switch now.
I gave her up.
I'm on your side.
They're ducking out on you,
the dirty double-crossers!
What do you think we
ought to do with them?
What is this?
So, there's
another one!
Nice going,Junior.
Remind me to throw you
a piece of cheese
in the morning.
Kassim--
Silence!
Who is this goat?
This moon-faced son
of a one-eyed donkey?
I wouldn't let him call
me that, even if there
is a resemblance.
Where do you come off
cutting in here?
Go play cops and robbers
someplace else!
Beat it, scat, shoo!
Slap his teeth out.
I'll hold your coat.
I'll hold
your coat too.
Kassim, please.
Please!
Quiet! You dare oppose
the will of Kassim?
Oppose your will?
I'll have you writing one
if you mess with me!
Take a poke at him.
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