Sullivan`s Travels Page #8

three pews so they may have seats.

And when they get here,

I'm gonna ask you once more,

neither by word, nor by action,

nor by look...

to make our guests feel

unwelcome.

Don't draw away from them

or act high-toned.

- For we is all equal in the sight of God.

- Amen!

And He said,

"Let him who is without sin...

" cast the first stone.

"The chains shall

be struck from them!

"The lame shall leap.

"The blind shall see!

And glory in

the coming of the Lord. "

Let's give our guests

a little welcome.

? When Israel was in Egypt land?

? Let my people go?

? Oppressed so hard?

? They could not stand?

? Let my people?

? Go?

? Go down?

? Moses?

? W ay down?

? In Egypt land?

? T ell old?

? Pharaoh?

? T o let my?

? People?

? Go?

? T hen Israel out?

? Of Egypt came?

? L et my people go?

? And left the proud?

? Oppressor's land?

? Let my people go?

? Go down?

? Moses?

? Way down?

? In Egypt land?

? Tell old?

? Pharaoh?

? To let my?

? People?

? Go?

Will those nearest to the lights

kindly rise and dim them, please.

How do?

- Hey.

- Huh?

Am I laughing?

You don't suppose

this is a gag, do you?

He'd have to be a Houdini

to get out of that one.

Well, I wouldn't

put it past him.

Don't you understand?

They think I'm dead,

and I'm not dead.

Well, that's fine.

Just think what a nice surprise

they'll have when you get out.

I haven't time

to spend six years.

- But you were sentenced.

- I know that, but I still haven't time.

Well, you'll have to find the time.

Look they don't sentence picture

directors to a place like this...

for a little disagreement

with a yard bull.

- Don't they?

- No.

Oh.

- Well, then, maybe you ain't a movie director.

- Huh?

Maybe that idea

just come to you...

- when you got hit on the head, maybe.

- Now, look...

We used to have a fella here

once that thought he was Lindbergh.

He used to fly away

every night...

but he was always

back in the morning.

Don't I look like

a picture director?

'Course I never seen one.

You look more like a soda jerk,

or maybe a plasterer, maybe.

But...

- If ever a plot need a twist, this one does.

- Huh?

- I gotta get my picture in the paper.

- That would be swell.

Then you could paste it

over your bunk.

What kind of people get

their pictures in the paper?

Ball players?

Girls? They take 'em

with their legs crossed.

I cut one out once. She had a...

She was sitting... No?

When you die,

if you was important enough.

I've had that.

Murderers?

There was a swell picture

of a friend of mine.

He was a lodge brother.

They called him

"the blowtorch killer. "

That's it. That's it!

You tell the Mister I'm ready

to make a full confession.

- Now, wait a minute.

- Come on.

- Now, take it easy.

- There isn't a moment to lose.

- Now, look...

- I'm... My conscience has got me.

- You're gonna get...

- I want to confess to the murder of John L. Sullivan.

- Wait a minute!

- I killed John L. Sullivan!

- I killed John L. Sullivan!

- I'm telling you, you're doing the wrong thing.

- I'm a murderer!

- Will you listen to me before somebody...

I killed John L. Sullivan!

- I'm so happy.

- So am I!

- I said, I'm so happy!

- What?

Your wife got married last week.

Who got buried last week?

She got married last week!

My wife?

You say they buried her?

No, she got married.

She married your business manager.

- She married him?

- Yes!

- He married her?

- Yes!

- But how?

- Because you were dead.

- Dead?

- Dead.

- Do you suppose she'll give you a divorce?

- Give it to me?

She'll beg me for it. Don't you

understand? She's got to give it to me.

Otherwise it's bigamy,

unfaithfulness,

alienation of affection,

corpus delicti.

- And then you'll be free.

- Then I'll be free.

But not for long, I hope.

Just a moment, gentlemen!

Sully, I just want to tell you that

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

is gonna be the greatest

tragedy ever made.

- Well, I...

- The world will weep! Humanity will sob.

It'll put Shakespeare

back with the shipping news.

Quiet! Your personal courage,

your sacrifice...

the lengths to which you went to sample

the bitter dregs of vicissitude...

will make O Brother, Where Art Thou?

positively...

- I'm sorry to disappoint you.

- You're sorry to disappoint me?

Yes, and I say it

with some embarrassment,

but I don't want to make

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

You don't want to make

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

No. I say it with some embarrassment.

I want to make a comedy.

You say it with some embarrassment?

He doesn't want to make O Brother, Where

Art Thou? He wants to make a comedy.

He don't mean that, boss.

He's still a little stir crazy.

- Oh, yes, I do. Oh, no I'm not!

- You're joking, aren't you?

- It's in bad taste, but it's a joke?

- No.

But it's had more publicity

than the Johnstown flood.

- What are we gonna do?

- Oh, brother.

Why don't you want to make

O Brother, Where Art Thou, Sully?

In the first place, I'm too happy

to make O Brother, Where Art Thou?

In the second place, I haven't suffered

enough to make O Brother, Where Art Thou?

- You haven't suffered enough?

- He hasn't suffered enough?

- But Sully!

- I'll tell you something else.

There's a lot to be said

for making people laugh.

Did you know that's all

some people have?

It isn't much, but it's better

than nothing in this cockeyed caravan.

Boy.

on Subtitle Workshop - 2009

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