You Can't Cheat an Honest Man Page #9

Whipsnade, your conduct

is entirely reprehensible.

- That's him.

- Gildersleeves. Great snakes.

Aah!

Take her upstairs, quick.

Right upstairs. That's it.

Run for the Grampian Hills, children.

Entrez into the chariot,

my own flesh and blood.

Uh, giddy-up!

- What are you?

- Traitor!

- Where are those Grampian Hills, Dad?

- I wonder, I wonder.

Where those swanky affairs are concerned,

I'm a square peg in a round hole.

That was the kindest thing

you've ever done for me.

- Yeah?

- I'm in love with Edgar!

- Oh? Come on! Come on!

- Stop at the jail.

- What's that?

- Stop at the jail.

Yes, I will. Yes, I will.

I guess everything

has happened for the best.

No women in our lives, Charlie.

It's the open road for us.

Edgar!

Edgar! Edgar, come on!

I didn't marry him!

Did you hear that, Charlie?

Wait for us!

- Dad, Edgar just passed us.

- Yeah?

That's fine. We'll overtake him.

Come on, there!

Come on, you hounds.

Giddap, there.

Oh. Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

Ha. It's a great race, folks.

They're all headin' for the state line -

Whipsnade in front,

and Vicky and Bergen are neck and neck.

Ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha, ha-ha.

Glad I'm safe up here. Ohh!

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