The Bohemian Girl Page #2

You know, those of us who are more

fortunate should help those in distress,

- don't you think?

- Yes, madam.

Your eyes are the windows to your soul.

- ln order to know all, l must touch them.

- Oh! What a novelty!

Watch closely! Close your eyes slowly.

Slowly... Slowly...

Slowly... Shut!

What is my fortune?

Once upon a time, there was a little girl

by the name of Red Riding Hood...

who had a very, very sick grandmother.

So Red Riding Hood's mother sent her

with a great big basket

to take to the grandmother.

So the wolf knew it

and ate the grandmother up

and she went to the house

and knocked on the door

and this voice...told her...

Said, ''Come in!'' And you know

what they said? He said that...

Now, you scurvy knave,

give back everything that you've taken.

Come, come.

- This belongs to me!

- Regardless of that.

Now, then, hurry.

- Give the gentleman back his valuables.

- l can explain!

l saw the whole thing with my own eyes.

- You don't realise...

- Quiet! Do as l say!

- There!

- ls that all?

No, sir. That's my watch!

- His watch?

- Quiet!

- And my diamond studded case.

- lt's a...

- Silence!

- And this!

- None of these belongs to...

- Anything else?

- Yes, my rings!

- Come on, hand them over!

- l've never been so embarrassed!

- Anything else?

Oh, yes! l almost forgot my lorgnette!

Oh, and my cane!

His...?

- Come on.

- Just a moment, Officer.

Just a little...offering a gift, here.

A small stipend.

- Thank you!

- One more little detail.

- My pistol. Can't do without that!

- Pardon me.

- lt's quite all right.

- My solicitor shall hear of this!

Well, Stanley, a very profitable evening!

- A little refreshment?

- That's a good idea.

Come, Stanley.

- Good night... Oh!

- Good night.

l-l beg your pardon.

Why don't you be careful?

Oh, well, that's different!

Thank you, Stanley.

- Yes, sir?

- Two tankards of your rarest vintage.

- And put a wallop in it.

- Yes, sir.

Come, come, my man! Hurry!

Look!

lt's a good thing we got his cane.

Come on, hurry up, hurry up!

- Two tankards of our rarest vintage.

- Right away!

Thank you.

Give it to me.

Give me all of it!

Why should l? lt's as much yours as mine.

All right, l'll play you for it.

- What?

- l'll play you fingers.

- What's ''fingers''?

- lt's very simple.

You put your fist up like that.

Then you put out some fingers.

lf you put out the same amount

of fingers that l do, you win.

And if you don't put out

the same amount of fingers, you lose.

- All right.

- May the best man win.

Ready?

Oh, no! l'll tell you what we'll do.

- We'll play this time ''winner take all''.

- All right.

A gentlemen's agreement.

Ready?

Aha!

Aha!

Oh-ho...

Count Arnheim orders you and your cursed

gypsies to be on your way by noon.

Tell Count Arnheim the cursed gypsies'll

be away from here long before that! Pah!

Ahem!

Curse you, Count Arnheim!

For every whip stroke

you have bestowed upon my beloved,

may you suffer a year of woe.

Look!

Count Arnheim's only child!

Only child...?

- Give me a part of that banana.

- Huh?

Give me a part of the banana.

Arline!

Arline?

Arline!

Oop! Oh! Oh! Oh!

There, run and play.

Hmm. Nobody will ever recognise her now.

Good. But how will you account

for her to your husband?

Have no fear.

He'll believe anything l tell him.

He must never know who she really is.

lf he suspected anything,

he and that nitwit henchman of his

would tell it to the whole world!

Don't worry, my precious. l can handle them.

- Good morning!

- Good morning.

Hurry up and get that fire going!

All right, dear.

- Hello!

- Hello.

- Where do you live?

- ln there.

lsn't it that nice?

Hey!

What?

- Er... Whose kid is that?

- lt's none of your business.

What do you mean?

l demand to know who she is.

Well, if you must know, she's yours.

Mine?

Why didn't you tell me before?

Because l didn't want her

to know who her father was

till she was old enough to stand the shock.

Come here, dear.

Come up.

That is your father.

Stanley...congratulate me!

- What for?

- l have just become a father.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- When did this happen?

- Just a minute ago.

Well, blow me down with an anchovy!

- Darling, meet your uncle Stanley.

- How do you do, Uncle Stanley?

l'm pleased to meet you.

Well, Oliver, l hope you grow up to be

as good a mother as your father.

- Thank you, Stanley.

- Have a cigar.

Thank you again.

Have a cigar?

- What's this for?

- Oliver's just had a baby.

- Congratulations!

- Thank you.

Come, Stanley, we will spread

the glad tidings to the world!

- My love, what has happened?

- l'm leaving this camp forever.

- You mean...?

- l shall never see you again.

- But where will you go?

- What does it matter?

Since l was a boy,

l've had no other roof but the stars.

l've been free to come and free to go.

- And l give my love to whom l fancy.

- But what will happen to me?

Well, other lips

And other hearts

Their tales of love shall tell

ln language which itself imparts

Just how they feel so well

There may, perhaps, in such a scene

Some recollection be

Of days that have more happy been

And you'll remember me

That you'll remember

You'll remember

Me

Oh, Devilshoof, l couldn't possibly go on

here without you! Take me with you!

That is impossible!

l have nothing.

My horse, the clothes l stand in...

lf we only had a little money.

Some jewels, perhaps...

Then, it would be different.

- You mean you would take me with you?

- Gladly, my love.

Him!

He shall be the one to get me everything!

Everything!

Wait and see, my Devilshoof!

Hello, Stanley, dear!

What are you doing?

- l'm making myself a malted milk.

- Oh!

How long does it take?

- About 15 minutes to a quarter of an hour.

- Really?

And l can do it much faster

if l'm not interrupted.

Oh! That's all right, Stanley dear!

You know, accidents will happen.

- You're not mad at me?

- Why, certainly not!

Why should l get mad at you? You know,

l like you a lot better than l used to.

Can't you tell?

Stanley, darling, from now on,

everything is going to be different.

l'm going to be very, very nice to you.

- Are you going to be nice to Oliver too?

- l'm going to be more than nice to Oliver.

l'm planning a big surprise for him.

And if you will help me,

l know it would please him very much.

- What do l have to do?

- Shh. Listen...

Now, listen. You go into the wagon

and get my clothes

and all the money and jewels that Oliver has

and hand them to me.

- What do you want them for?

- Ah, that's the big surprise.

- Do you think you can do it?

- Why, that's easy.

Oh, but be careful that he doesn't see

or know what you are doing.

Don't worry about me.

l could gyp that gypsy anytime!

He's so dumb, he's thicker than mud.

Oh, Stanley, you're a darling!

- He's fast asleep.

- How do you know?

He's got his mouth open.

Where does he keep his money bag?

Usually under his pillow!

- Just what are you looking for?

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