Tom and Huck
- PG
- Year:
- 1995
- 97 min
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Smile, damn you.
Smile!
- [ Door Opens ]
- [ Gasps ]
Shut the door.
What do you want?
I have a job for you.
What kind of job?
It's heavy work.
Digging.
We'll need another man.
- When do you want it done?
- Some night soon.
- Where?
- The graveyard.
Unless you're afraid.
The job pays two dollars.
Take it or leave it.
I'll take it.
But the job pays
three dollars.
Unless you think
I deserve more.
No. Three dollars
seems fair enough. Yep.
- [ Sighs, Gasps ]
[ Chiming ]
[ Snoring ]
## [ Humming ]
And where do you think
you're going?
Go back to sleep, Sid.
I'm just runnin' away from home.
- Again?
- This time for sure.
Me and Joe Harper and Ben Rodgers
is goin' to New Orleans to be steamboat men.
Not if I tell Aunt Polly.
[ Mumbling ]
I knew you were gonna be
your annoying little self, Sid.
So I rigged up
There.
And so you don't get lonely--
Now, that right there is the most poisonous
spider in the whole world.
'Course, it could just be
a little harmless fruit spider.
But, only one way
to find out, right?
[ Man ]
Howdy, boys.!
- Hey, Muff.
- Yeah, hey, Muff.
Where are you headed
this hour of the night?
- We're runnin' away from home.
- Uh-huh.
I used to do that all the time,
until home ran away from me.
Where'd they go?
As far away
as they could.
Come on.
Don't let me stop you.
Hey, when ya comin' back?
- Never!
- Yep, never!
Never, huh?
See ya tomorrow.
- Bye-bye, Hannibal.
- Good-bye! We're gonna be steamboat men.
- Left and bring her into the wind, Mr. Harper.
- Aye, sir.
Steady, now, steady.
Steady it is, sir.
- Next stop, New Orleans.
- Nothing can stop us now.
- Hard to port! Hard to port!
- What's port?
- To the left!
- No, it's right!
To the right then.
Just pull it,Joe. Pull it.!
Come on,Joe.! Pull.!
[ Boys Yelling ]
[ Groans ]
All right. Tom, Tom.
Tom! Tom!
Tom.!
[ Gagging ]
[ Coughing ]
[Joe, Ben ]
Tom.! Tom.!
- You all right, Tom?
- Yeah, yeah. Of course I'm all right.
If it hadn't been for... whoever it was,
you'd have been a goner.
- Town?
- Town. Come on.
Bye, Tom.
[ Grunting ]
[ Thumping ]
[ Sighs ]
Mornin', everybody. What's for breakfast?
Well, you can start...
with this.
Eeow.
Couldn't I just have
some scrambled eggs?
Tom, I have a notion
to skin you alive.
Sneaking out 'til all hours!
Worrying a body to death!
Yeah. Shall I get
the switch?
I swore to your mama, my own sister,
on her deathbed that I would raise you proper.
- And you're doin' a fine job.
- No.
I know I am not doing
my duty by you.
- I'll get the switch.
- No!
I'll just be obliged
to make you work tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Couldn't I just take a whippin'?
I have got to do something,
and I ain't got the heart to hit you.
Now sit.
[ Boy ]
# Toot, toot #
# Toot, toot #
# Toot, toot #
# Toot, toot #
- ## [ Whistling ]
- #Toot, toot #
Are you feeling okay, Tom?
Hi, Billy. I was havin' so much fun,
didn't even hear you comin'.
- Fun?
- Whitewashin' this here fence.
Nah. That ain't fun.
That's work.
Billy, if this was work,
would I be doin' it?
Ain't every day a boy gets
to whitewash a fence.
- Say, Tom?
- Hmm?
Let me whitewash a little?
Aunt Polly's awful particular
about this fence.
Just a little.
I'd like to help you out, Bill.
Honest Injun.
But if you were to tackle this here fence,
and anything was to happen to it--
I'll be real careful.
What'll you give me?
Uhh--
Oop! Oooh!
[ Groans, Coughs ]
Huck.!
You're back! Where'd you go?
Where've you been?
Well, I'm a traveler.
I go lots of places.
Go upriver, downriver.
No place particular.
I'm bound to pass
through here sometime.
You're the one who pulled me out
the other night.
I felt like a swim.
Come on.
I'll show you my place.
So how long
you been livin' here, Huck?
About a month.
- A month, huh?
- Uh-huh.
Well?
Whoa!
Last week, Aunt Polly whupped me for swipin'
a pie that was coolin' on the windowsill.
But it wasn't me.
Figured it was Sid.
- He wanted it, but I beat him to it.
- I oughta punch you in the nose.
You're welcome to try.
Maybe later.
So, when you're not stealin' food
and savin' folks from drownin'...
- what do you do all day?
- Whatever I want.
Sure are lucky.
Yep. I'm a free man.
Go wherever I want when I wanna go there,
do whatever I want when I want to do it.
It's as simple as that.
It's good to see ya.
What's that for?
It's what friends do.
We friends?
It's up to you.
If your Aunt Polly
catches you and me...
she'll whup you
from here to St. Louis.
This has nothin' to do with her.
We was friends before. Don't you remember?
Yeah, I guess we were.
Now we're friends again.
Yeah, I guess we are.
[ Man ]
We won't do it again, will we?
- Will we? I can't hear you.
- Uh-uh.
Thomas Sawyer!
Sorry I'm late for school,
Mr. Dobbins.
Well, what's your excuse
this time?
I stopped to talk
with Huckleberry Finn.
Thomas Sawyer!
That is the most
astounding confession...
I have ever had
to listen to.
- Yes, sir.
- You are not unaware...
that it is forbidden
to converse with that...
idle wastrel?
No, sir.
I-I mean, yes, sir.
- You know, of course,
that I shall have to punish you.
- Oh, no.
No, Mr. Dobbins, please.
You wouldn't make me sit with the girls.
Once again,
Thomas Sawyer...
you have outsmarted yourself.
[ Chuckling ]
[ Giggling ]
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.
Grade seven's green book.
[ Moans ]
"A Missouri Maiden's Farewell
to Alabama. '"
"Alabama, good-bye.
I love thee well.
""For yet, for a while
do I leave thee now.
""Sad? Yes.
""Sad thoughts of thee
my heart doth swell...
""and burning recollections
from my brow.
""For I have wandered through...
""thy flowery woods.
""Have roamed and read here
Tallapoosa's stream.
Have listened
to Tallahassee's--'"
- [ Bell Ringing ]
- [ Mr. Dobbins ] Who belongs to this peach?
Becky Thatcher,
do you belong to this peach?
You will not abandon unconsumed food
in my school. Do you hear?
- Whoa!
Whew!
Hello, Huck.
Hello, yourself,
and see how you like it.
Whatcha doin' here?
Lookin' for jackasses.
Under a bridge?
- I found one, didn't I? [ Laughing ]
- [ Laughing ]
You gonna let her
do that to you?
It's 'cause she likes me.
- She pushes you off a bridge
'cause she likes you?
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
I think
you're both crazy.
Hey, Huck, what you got
in the sack?
A dead cat.
Wagon run over him.
Guts come out both ends.
[ Coughs ]
What's a dead cat good for?
To cure warts with.
I got one.
How's it work?
You take your dead cat to the graveyard
on the day somebody wicked's been buried.
When the devil comes,
you heave your dead cat at him and say...
""Devil follow corpse.
Cat follow devil.
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