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give me the idea, they laugh at it.

No matter.

It is my idea now.

Archie, we didn't know you

at all.

Even I didn't know me.

Well, you'll think differently

after some sleep.

What do you say, Charlie?

I said

you'd better sleep on it.

He's taking

that advice, anyway.

Well, of all the

Schnitzelbanking little Archdukes,

he gets romantic ideas

from us.

Maybe that's just an alibi.

Oh, I don't know. Mmm-mmm.

A dawn like this plays funny

tricks on a guy's emotions.

Dangerous.

Don't you think we better

wake him up and be on our way?

Oh, what's the hurry? The

paper went to bed long ago.

Get a load of that sunrise.

Swell, isn't it?

Hey, Rusty, I...

I hope I didn't

hurt your feelings before,

you know, when I was shooting

off my face about marriage.

Why should I be hurt?

It's swell if you aren't.

Don't you know any words

but swell?

For you? No.

Maybe everything

we said before

was just a lot

of rosy-tinted bluff.

After all, Rusty, we're

not afraid of anything else.

Why be afraid of marriage?

What was that?

I was just keeping a little

promise I made to Charlie.

Thanks for reminding me.

Now, we get

some breakfast, eh?

Oh, and then

I send that cable.

Oh, Charlie, breakfast.

Breakfast.

It is the most beautiful word

in your English language.

Well, maybe, but we're

miles from breakfast.

Oh, no, we're not.

Come on, follow me.

Ist das nicht

ein ham and eggs?

Ja, das ist

ein ham and eggs!

Second helping of ham

and eggs? No, thanks.

Looking at that guy's pictures

has spoiled my appetite.

I don't blame you

for being jealous.

There is something about an aviator's

costume that appeals to women everywhere.

Yes, it is an attractive

costume, isn't it?

You ought to be nuts about

the doorman at the Biltmore.

Archie, your story is finished.

Do you still want it printed?

Can't we talk sense

to you, Archie?

No, let me talk sense

to you.

Listen, Rusty and Charlie...

Comes the revolution?

Take it easy.

You're not home now.

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

What is it? The big shot, he's drowning.

Who swims at this hour?

Is it safe?

It was the only time

it was safe for my boss.

I mean...

Hey, you, step on it!

You gotta save him.

Do you know who that is?

It's Smiles Benson.

Oh, is that so?

You ain't waiting

to take off your pants?

You think I'm going to spoil my

suit for that New York racketeer?

Oh, we've got enough

of our own.

You step on it or else!

Or else what?

Go on, Charlie.

Oh, softie.

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

He took a poke at him.

What do you think

you're doing?

Artificial perspiration.

A barrel might help.

A barrel!

That's right, a barrel.

Work on him, you,

while I get one!

A barrel.

Always calm and collected,

that's me.

Calm, but not collected.

Just breaking in

a new cooling system.

This ought to do for a barrel.

Come here.

Come here.

Feeling better now, Boss?

I'll be feeling better after

I've had a little talk with you.

Where were you

when I was yelling for help?

I was yelling for it, too.

Who are you?

I'm the sap that should

have let you drown.

Did you hear that,

Boss?

And he knocked you out cold

while you was in the water.

Looks like you saved my life.

Well, we all make mistakes.

You didn't make no mistake.

I'm a guy that pays off.

Did you ever hear

of Smiles Benson?

Sure. I've seen your picture,

in the post office.

What do you mean?

Say, I like you.

How would you like to wake up

some morning

and find 20,000 smackers

under your pillow?

Never use a pillow.

That's the way I sleep, too.

You'll find the 20,000

just the same.

Yeah? I'll give it

to a conscience fund.

Okay, but I'm a guy

who pays off.

When somebody does me dirt,

I pay off.

When somebody saves my life,

I pay off.

That's because I got a code.

Boss, why don't you let me smack

this guy right in the kisser

and call it square

and this dope, too?

Get away before I smack you!

All right, Boss,

all right.

And a happy morning to you.

Are you ready

to start the day right

with some good, robust, hale

and hearty setting-up exercises?

Go on, do like the radio says. I

know you've all had a restful night,

no doubt.

Boss...

Go on. Go on.

Each day, born anew.

Ready?

Go on. On your toes,

my hearties. Inhale.

Extend your arms

over your head.

Now, bend. Touch the floor.

Touch the floor.

Touch the floor! That's it.

Now, once more,

with zest and with gusto.

On your toes.

Hands over your head.

Now, bend. Touch the floor.

Touch the floor.

Touch the floor. That's it.

Now, once more.

On your toes. Inhale.

Now, bend. Touch the floor.

Touch the floor. That's it.

What's going on here?

Now, once more.

We just borrowed

your house for a drowning.

Hello, Mr. Blaker.

Oh, it's you, Miss Fleming.

It's quite all right,

I assure you.

Thank you so much.

This is Mr. Smiles Benson

of New York.

And I didn't catch

your handle.

Just call me Squinty.

And Squinty,

also of New York.

And that's my uncle, Archie.

This is Mr. Gordon Blaker,

the famous aviator.

Blaker? Never heard of him.

Local talent.

That's what I think,

if you ask me.

Who asked you?

Say, did I order you to do them

setting-up exercises, or didn't I?

Boss... Come on. Turn

on the radio and do them.

The Rise and Shine Club

is shining off now.

See you tomorrow.

Come on, don't think you're

gonna get off that easy.

Take them dirty dishes

in the kitchen and wash them.

Boss.

Go on.

Special news flash.

A few minutes ago,

this SOS was received

from the passenger steamer

Mary Ann on Lake Michigan.

"Foundering in storm.

Our position is... "

But the rest of the message

never came.

At that moment,

the Mary Ann's wireless

evidently went

out of commission.

Until further news, we will

resume our regular studio...

Here's your big chance,

Mr. Blaker.

What do you mean?

What do you think she means?

Get out your plane and we'll

go hunting for the Mary Ann.

It'll be one of the

big stories of the year.

But how am I gonna rescue a shipload

of passengers in an airplane?

Oh, all you have to do is find

them and radio their position.

You'll be the hero

of America overnight.

But I can't go like this.

I've got to get

my motor tested

and have weather reports,

and...

And lose the chance

of a lifetime.

That isn't how

heroes are made. Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.

How about my pay-off?

Jump in the lake again

and we'll be even.

How about my story?

You won't forget?

If you really want it printed, Archie,

take it to the Globe Express yourself.

Maybe Smiles can give you

a lift.

So long, Archie.

Good luck, you two scoundlers.

I love you.

Mr. Smiles, you are lifting me

to the Globe Express, yes?

Now he's giving orders.

Shut up. Go get the car.

Go on.

Say, where do you get

them kind of shirts?

Do you really think

this is a first-page story?

When you see

those headlines,

you'll think

they're in sky-writing.

Provided we get the story.

Well, all we can do is try.

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