Original subtitles

-Hello, Steve. -Hi!

Well, always something new.

Last year, it was a fancy new planter.

A year before, a combination

harvest/binder.

[laughs] What is it this time?

It's a new kind of barley.

If it does what they say, we ought to triple our yield.

Come harvest time, the Coastal & Western

won't have half enough freight cars to haul our crops.

Ooh, I'm for that!

Whoa!

Hello, everybody! Hello, hello, everybody!

My good friends, how are you today, eh?

[greetings]

All my good friends!

Say, you never meet my little brother Alexandros.

-Howdy. -Howdy! Name's Nick.

That's what I said, Nikolas.

You've got a good Greek name.

[speaks Greek]

That's enough!

How many times I have to tell you, talk American!

How you 'spect to learn American

if you all the time talk Greek?

Hello. Please, how you are?

Me, I am fine.

Ah, that's enough. My little brother's

only in this country for a short time.

He doesn't learn to talk so good yet,

but after I teach him, he learns to talk good like me. Perfect, eh?

Look at him!

All dressed up like he's going to a funeral.

How about that? Where you going,

all duded up like that, fellas?

Alexandros, show them!

What have you got there?

I got peaches!

Ah, see? One for you.

One for you, and one for you.

Ripe this early?

Ah! Why you think

I picked my place outside of the hill, huh?

For catch the sun, for make ripe early.

Go on, bite! Eat, eat, eat.

Aha, sweet sugar, eh?

Mmm, good.

Hey, don't chew them.

You just let it melt in your mouth!

Where are you taking these?

San Francisco!

Well, how much are people going to pay

for peaches like that in a small town like this?

Nothing, right?

But in a big city like San Francisco,

full with plenty people,

well, they go crazy when they see my peaches.

They pay good money just to bite it.

How much do you figure they'll pay you for a box of these

landed down in the Embarcadero?

Very rich people, San Francisco.

Early peaches like that, they pay maybe two, three,

four, five, maybe six dollars for the one box.

How much it costs for the ticket for me

and my peaches to San Francisco on the train?

Come on in the office. We'll figure it out.

Alexandros! Unload the wagon, eh?

How many boxes are you shipping?

100.

100.

And, uh, how many pounds do you figure in a box?

Oh, 30 pounds, etchi-ketchi.

That's a little more, little less.

Uh-huh. Uh, that, uh...

is exactly, uh... $120

for shipping your peaches,

and $2.30 for a round-trip ticket,

and that adds up to $122.30.

How much you said?

Well, that's four cents a pound,

30 pounds to a box, and 100 boxes.

$1.20 for the one box?

Well, peaches out of season take special handling.

Well, I don't got $120.

That's all right! It's all right!

You just pay me out of what you make.

Thank you very much!

Now, what I got left for myself?

What you'd get for an honest day's work.

Told you to eat that peaches!

Son of a gun, I no pay such a man!

Minter, you cheat!

Double cheat!

I no pay!

Four cents a pound! $120!

Never! Never!

Order! Get him out of here!

You robber! You cheat!

Order! Order!

[yelling]

I'm still calling the Sheriff.

[speaking Greek]

♪♪ [theme]

Aw, come on, Frank, it takes two to make a fight.

Garcos started it.

Well, according to what I hear, he had due provocation.

-Is that right, Nick? -That's right.

Mr. Sheriff! Why you lock me up like a chicken?

What do they do to my brother?

Now, just take it easy. Take it easy.

He's been bellowin' like that ever since I locked him up.

I'd almost be glad to get rid of him.

I can't breathe in here! Sheriff! Sheriff, please!

What do you say, Frank? Let him go.

I'll give you my personal guarantee

he won't cause you any more trouble.

I'll do it.

Jarrod, you're my best friend.

You tell the sheriff to let me out, please.

Now, calm down. Calm down, Bodos.

First I want your word--

No more trouble.

All right, no trouble. I give the word.

All right, Frank, I'll be responsible for him.

Good. Now I go to depot and break Minter's neck.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Now, you gave me your word.

That's all right. I just going to break his neck,

then I come back and you lock me up again, eh?

-Nick, stop him! -Whoa, whoa!

Oh, now, now!

I just want to break his neck a little bit.

You do that, and I'll lock you up again!

This time I'll throw away the key.

And while you're sitting in jail, Bodos,

what's gonna happen to those peaches of yours?

They rot, but Minter's neck be broken!

Come on, think straight. You want to get

that crop of yours on the afternoon train, don't you?

Yeah, but I don't like Minter cheat me!

How much did you say he was gonna charge you for those peaches?

Four cents a pound, $1.20 a box. $120!

He's the biggest crook under the earth, I tell you.

-What? -[whistles]

That's gotta be a mistake.

Oh, no mistake. I have two nice ears.

Heath, why don't you and Nick take the boys

over to the saloon and buy 'em a little drink?

I'll go down and see Minter and try and straighten this thing out.

That's a good idea.

Afternoon, Steve.

Jarrod.

Say, that's kind of a tender-looking eye you've got there.

You know, he was aiming to kill me.

Oh, I don't think so, Steve. As a matter of fact,

he claims you kind of provoked him into it.

-You his lawyer? -Well, I--

This is gonna cost him. It's gonna cost him plenty.

Damages here and doctor's expenses.

Aw, now, Steve, it seems kind of a shame

to have all this trouble over a simple misunderstanding

that could've been avoided.

You see, if Mr. Garcos spoke English better,

he probably would've understood what you were trying to tell him.

You see, he thought that you were gonna charge

him four cents a pound to ship those peaches.

That's right. That's what I am charging him, $1.20 a box.

How much?

You heard what I said.

Well, you only charged us 25 cents a box

to ship our crop last year.

That was in season. Everyone was shipping.

Prices were low.

Do you know what Garcos is gonna get for his peaches

in San Francisco?

Now, he told me this himself!

He may get as high as $6 a box.

And you figure you're entitled to your cut, is that it?

Well, if he makes a profit, it's only fair that we make ours.

That's not railroad policy.

It's my job to see that this office makes money,

and if Garcos ships his peaches to San Francisco,

it'll cost him the same as it would cost you

if you were shipping out of season.

You know something, Steve?

Kind of lucky for you that we're not.

Why?

Well, because if we were,

you'd have yourself another black eye.

Bartender, I'd like to buy my friend here a little drink.

What'd you find out?

He does not have to say.

His long face tells you what he finds out.

I found out that Bodos had plenty of provocation.

What that means, provocation?

Well, that means if you want to go ahead

and break Minter's neck, you have my blessing.

Thank you very much!

Whoa, hold it! He was only joking.

Well, Bodos no make jokes!

Maybe it was a mistake.

-No, no mistake. -All right!

I'm going to write a letter to the president.

You the lawyer, you write what I say!

Dear Mr. President... [speaks Greek]...

new citizen, sends his greetings.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Bodos.

Would you settle for a senator?

Senator? What that means?

-Well, a senator-- -Oh, a senator is like a pasha in Anatoly.

That's good. Send a letter to the senator.

"Dear Mr. Senator, Bodos wants to know if you know what is going--"

Wait a minute, Bodos, wait a minute.

Sam Bridger is the state senator for this county,

and he lives right here in Stockton.

How would you like to tell him in person?

That's better yet.

Alexandros, you wait here. Everything's gonna be all right!

Come on, let's go.

I appreciate that no one wants to see his labors go unrewarded,

but let me point out the fact that Mr. Garcos

would not be here in this fair and fertile valley

were it not for the railroad.

And let me point out the fact, Senator,

that the railroads would soon go broke

were it not for farmers like Mr. Garcos.

Thank you very much.

The Coastal & Western is not conducting a charitable enterprise.

I'm not asking for charity, Senator.

I'm simply asking that Mr. Minter take

his hands out of the pocket of Mr. Garcos.

I cannot, in all good conscience,

ask the man to change his policy on behalf

of a single individual!

-Because you'd be biting the hand that feeds you? -I beg your pardon!

Or are you denying that you're obligated to the railroads

because they contribute heavily to your campaigns?

You're being grossly unfair, Jarrod.

Forgive me, Senator, I apologize, but it's imperative that Mr. Garcos

get his shipment on that train today, this afternoon!

Talk, talk, talk, like a machine!

You going to help Bodos Garcos, yes or no?

My dear friend, you are new in this land.

He say no.

You're not a good pasha.

You're a bad pasha.

In my country, you know what we do with a bad pasha?

-We take the knife and-- -Bodos.

In this country, we cut the throat with a vote.

There's less satisfaction, but it's equally as effective.

Bodos Garcos does not need you.

Bodos does not need anybody!

Now, Jarrod, you know very well

I'd be more than glad to help you

if you came to me with an important issue!

Well, Senator,

unless I've misread the constitution,

the rights of an individual is the most important issue.

Hey, Garcos.

Mr. Garcos. I'm no your friend.

All right, Mr. Garcos.

You're gonna need money to pay for damages.

You better unload your peaches

if you're gonna make the afternoon train.

How much you say for the haul?

Same as before, four cents a pound.

[speaking Greek]

Bodos! Bodos! Bodos, come on!

Come on, that's not gonna do any good.

♪♪

[laughs]

Ah, Bodos!

Drink for Bodos!

No, I don't have time for the drink.

Was the senator home?

-He was home, all right. -What'd he say?

The senator is like...

You give him the watermelons,

he thinks these are donkey eggs.

Talks like a machine, bah-bah-bah.

[speaks Greek]

Hey, wait a minute, Bodos. Where you going?

To San Francisco. We don't need the train.

-We go on the wagon. -Wagon!

Oh, no, no, no.

Why you shake your head this way, that way.

You don't think we can make it, huh?

It's a long way to San Francisco in a wagon.

Ah, but every step the horses makes it a little shorter, eh?

Hey, Alexandros!

Well, I'm for a drink.

You know, they're gonna be on the road

three or four days without any grub.

Well, they got lots of peaches.

[singing]

Why you stop, eh?

I was singing so beautiful!

I don't feel happy.

You are unhappy here in America?

You are no glad you came here?

In Anatoly, we have wicked man

who rob us and cheat us.

Here, we have man like, uh, Minter

and that Senator Bridger.

Did I come 5,000 mile to find bad pasha?

Eh, well, well, I can see you are filled with complaints.

Have you anything else to say?

What else is there!

For months, we work like jackals.

We got wagonload of our peaches!

And can't even ship it to market.

Tell me, Alexi, Alexi, what would happen

if I went to the man like Minter in Anatoly, eh,

and I called him a thief and I broke his nose

and a smashed all the office up, eh?

The Zapatia would arrest you.

In Anatoly, the Zapatia would not arrest me.

They would shoot me there. Pshew!

The bullet right through the head.

Ah, Alexandros.

But here in America, we have 40 acres of rich land.

In Anatoly, all we have is the grave,

and we don't even own that.

Here we have our nice wagon,

two horses to pull the peaches to the market.

In Anatoly, we would be the horses,

animals working like the donkeys,

carrying somebody else's crops to the market on our backs.

Am I right, Alexi?

But here in America, Alexi, we are rich!

I mean, not rich in the gold you hold in the hand,

but rich in dreams.

If someone tries to spoil your dreams,

you cut his throat with the sharpest knife

under the earth, the vote.

I promise you, my little brother,

we are going to haul the peaches to the market,

we are going to get a good price for them,

and nobody's going to stop us, nobody!

And what we are going to do with the money?

We are going to send for a wife for you.

[laughs]

And a wife for me, eh?

There you go, dreaming again!

First you dream,

and then you make the dream come true.

[speaks Greek]

Come on, I feel like singing!

[sings in Greek]

Basta, basta, basta!

Basta, basta.

Why you stop us?

Move from the way, please.

What's the matter, can't you read?

This road's closed to all wagons hauling freight.

You don't stop me. I go.

It's against the law to trespass across private property.

Where the road cross, we cross!

Alexandros, take the horses across the track.

I'm warning you, Garcos.

-All right, that's far enough! -[yelling]

-[gunshot] -Aah!

Alexandros!

Alexandros...

Alexi.

Better get him to the doctor.

Where's the doctor?

Follow me.

Bring him in here, Bodos.

Hey, Doctor, you take good care of my little brother, huh?

Alexandros.

[speaking Greek]

The doctor's going to find out what's wrong

and make you all well again.

Come on, Bodos, come away. Let the doctor work.

-No. No, he's my brother! -Bodos! Bodos!

Let the doctor work!

Come on over here and just calm down and tell me what happened.

The wagon runs over him.

Where?

You know where the road touch the tracks?

The men that works for Minter, what's his name?

-Sam Potter. -Sam Potter.

He tried to stop us.

He say this private property.

I'm afraid he's right, Bodos.

Diablo, private property!

The road belongs to the people!

Jarrod, this man is dead.

He's not dead. He lives! He lives!

You make him well again, Doctor, just like new.

Alexi, please.

Alexi!

Alexi!

Alexi!

My little brother.

[indistinct prayers]

Forgive me.

Alexandros, sweet little brother.

I give you word...

I am not through with that man Minter.

Bodos, I want you to know

that our home is always open to you.

Alexi and me, we...

we had such dreams.

Little dreams,

but they're big for us.

Now Alexi is dead.

I'm very, very sorry.

I made a promise to my little brother.

Tomorrow morning early I'm going to get

my peaches and go to San Francisco,

only this time, I take the gun.

If anybody tries to stop me, I'll kill them.

I'll kill them all!

I don't think he's serious, mother.

He was serious.

Tomorrow morning, he will try to cross the tracks,

and Minter will stop him.

But why stop him? He's just one little farmer.

But he isn't just one little farmer.

There are hundreds in the valley like him.

Minter knows that if he lets Bodos get away with it,

the others might get the same idea.

But tomorrow morning he'll be alone.

He doesn't have to be alone.

Alexandros...

I will kill the man who killed you.

Blood for the blood.

[train whistle blows]

Whoa, hold up there, Bodos! Wait a minute.

Hey, don't say nothing, eh? Don't try to stop me.

I'm going to San Francisco.

I'm not trying to stop you, Bodos-- take a look over there.

We're going with you.

Well, you didn't think we'd let you hog

all those high prices in San Francisco, did you?

We like money, too, you know.

Bodos understands. He thanks you very much.

Aw, our load will probably bring

more than yours, anyway.

You make fun, huh?

I know your peaches are not ripe yet.

You pick them green, eh?

Why, they're so hungry for peaches

up there in San Francisco, they'll buy them anyway, Bodos.

Bodos knows what you do.

You come to see that Bodos does not get hurt.

Son of a gun, you're the best friends

I have on the earth.

Well, it's a long way to San Francisco,

so let's get rolling.

Minter! Mr. Minter!

I have a little question to ask you.

This time you think I get to San Francisco?

Huh? What do you think, huh, Mr. Minter?

Ah, then, bros!

Any freight that moves out of Stockton

moves through me, or it doesn't move.

That goes for the Barkleys.

You'd better get going.

This crossing is still closed to all wagons hauling freight.

Sure, I know, you tell me that before,

only this time we open.

Nikolas, Heath, you ready?

We gotta cross the tracks.

[cocks]

-[indistinct] -Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, Bodos, wait a minute.

Why you stop? They try to stop us, we fight.

You want to fight these gentlemen,

or do you want to get your peaches to market?

I want to fight.

Well, getting these peaches to market is a fight, too,

and that's the one we want to win.

How we go?

We'll take the long way around.

Okay. We do like you say.

[urging]

They'll go down Niles Canyon Road,

over Altamont to the coast,

and right up to San Francisco.

Looks like the Barkleys have outfoxed us.

They won't have to cross the tracks once.

Why, it's a long way! A lot could happen.

I give you my word, they won't get to San Francisco.

Basta, whoa!

What's the matter?

My peaches.

The sun will cook my peaches.

They look all right to me.

What's the trouble?

Bodos is worried about the sun ruining his peaches.

Well, why don't we just wet down the canvas?

We don't have any water.

How far's the nearest water hole?

Indian springs is just up ahead.

We can get water there.

-Let's go. -Good.

[Bodos humming, strumming]

Heath?

Bodos.

Ain't that pretty!

Mm!

And it's sweet.

Sweet as a pretty girl's kiss.

Boy, howdy, that's some peach.

Heath, that's not a peach.

That's a dream. [speaks Greek]

Bodos never tell you his dream, eh?

Far away in Anatoly there's a pretty girl

who waits for Bodos.

Ah, she's pretty, really!

Her eyes are big like that peaches.

Her name, Nora.

That means a bright star.

In this dream, Bodos comes to America,

buys the land, plants the orchard.

The trees come up,

makes a crop of pink blossoms come.

Bodos picks the peaches,

put them in a box nice,

and ships to San Francisco.

And sells it for plenty of money.

Then... Bodos takes the money,

ships to Anatoly and Nora.

She catches the boat.

Catches the train.

She comes to Stockton.

And Bodos marry with his Nora Nikiboo.

Ah, and we have a big party afterwards.

Everybody comes.

Lots of sing and dance and drink.

And we all have long life

and plenty of happiness.

What's the matter, Bodos?

Bodos is so happy, but where is Alexi?

Dead. Buried in the ground.

Ah... Alexandros.

My sweet little brother.

No happiness for you.

Mm, outside of Sam Gruber's purple prose, it's not bad.

Not bad?

You mean it's all true?

It is, indeed.

You knew your sons--

I not only knew, I approved.

I don't want to alarm you unduly, Victoria,

but your sons may encounter serious difficulty with Minter.

You mean like Bodos's brother?

Well, he was killed, or have you forgotten?

That was just a tragic accident.

It would all have blown over--

it's just a tempest in a teapot--

if your sons had kept out of it.

Well, all they're doing is hauling their crops to market.

With the Barkleys involved in this,

every newspaper in the valley will pick it up--

Good, good, the more publicity the better.

Soon everyone will know what's taking place in Stockton.

It's bound to make trouble.

Well, let's hope it makes Coastal & Western

use better judgment and not let

every station master set the rates as he pleases.

The Barkelys are important people.

The entire valley is watching your sons,

and what they do is a reflection on your family.

They're just standing up for citizens' rights.

Now, there's no harm in that.

You told Jarrod you wished he had come

to you with an important issue.

Well, now you have one.

Isn't it about time, Senator,

that you stood up to be counted?

Or would you rather wait until events force you?

Minter do this. He blows up the road.

Let's don't jump to conclusions.

Yeah, you're right. If his men had set a charge, we'd have heard a blast.

Then who do this?

The last rains could've loosened those rocks.

Yeah, makes no difference how it happens.

We're really stuck now.

Looks like Minter wins and we lose.

No, we haven't, not yet, anyway.

How we going to move the rocks?

We got two team of horses right back here.

All right, take it away.

[grunts]

Come on, Bodos.

I think that'll do it.

[groans]

[Bodos yells in Greek]

Heave!

[yells in Greek]

[clucking]

[yells in Greek]

[trilling]

[yells in Greek]

Whoa, whoa, now. Just what are you saying to these horses?

Why, I make the love talk. I make them pull.

Well, I'll take the lines, and you get back there and push.

Hyah! Get up there!

Yah! Whoa!

Next time, I suggest you save those kisses

for your Nora Nikiboo.

♪♪

Go on! Hyah!

[neighing]

Somebody's at those horses.

Well, somebody was at the horses.

[indistinct] What are we going to do?

Gonna scatter out and find those horses,

that's what we're gonna do.

They may be coming back.

I'd better stay with those wagons.

Right, let's get going.

[speaking Greek]

[trilling]

Come to the Bodos.

Come, honeys. Come, babies.

[baby-talking]

[kissing]

[trilling]

[speaking Greek]

You don't find the horses?

Not a one.

But with all those smacking kisses of yours,

you'd think your horses would come running.

[noises]

What is that?

Sounds like the man calling the pigs.

Must be a farm around here somewhere.

Sounds like it's coming from over beyond those trees.

Maybe he sees our horses.

Nope, they didn't come this way, or I'd have seen them.

Sorry, can't help you.

How are we going to pull the wagon.

That's a fine-looking string of horses you got there, mister.

We only need a couple of teams,

and we'd be mighty grateful for the loan.

Naturally, we expect to pay just name your price.

We wouldn't have a chance of finding horses anywhere else.

Sorry.

Now, look, we only need them for a couple of days,

but if you're willing to sell, we're willing to buy.

It spoils a horse to be driven by strangers.

Thank you very much for nothing!

Looks like that man got a big heart,

big like the flea's.

Well, they're his horses.

He doesn't have to loan 'em to us.

Looks like he's a good friend to the railroad.

Hold on!

-Is your name Barkley? -That's right.

And yours?

Podremos Azaria Garcos.

My friends call me Bodos.

You the folks who are giving the railroad a hard time?

Well, I guess you could say that.

I'd be right proud to give you the loan

of all the horses you need.

Just step right in there and pick out the ones you want.

Well, thank you very much.

[speaking Greek]

What's the matter, these horses?

They just don't understand Greek.

All you have to say is "giddyup."

Giddyup!

I figure we'll be in San Francisco by noon tomorrow.

The sooner, the better.

We don't know when they'll hit next.

Yeah, don't make no difference

what time we get to San Francisco.

What's the matter, Bodos?

They're rotten. The whole load is rotten.

Look at that.

Rotten.

Look, your peaches not rotten! Look at that!

They're just like they're new.

Let me see that.

Crazy peaches! Why you rot?

Why you no make Bodos get to San Francisco?

Now, wait a minute, Bodos! Wait a minute!

I don't think it's all that tragic.

Why, I lose the load.

But you've learned something.

What I learn? Don't fight Minter,

put the peaches on the train to San Francisco,

let Minter cheat? That's what I learn.

No, no, no, you've learned to pick your fruit sooner.

You learn to pick right, and you can probably ship

your crop as far as Kansas City or Chicago or maybe even New York.

Next year, next year.

I promise Nora I send for her this year.

How can I ask her to wait?

Well, now, maybe she doesn't have to wait.

I have no load. I have no peaches to sell.

What do you say, boys?

You got a load?

That's right, he sure does.

We're all in this together.

Hey. You're good friends.

The best friends I have under the earth!

Come on!

Now, I'll tell you what, we'll divide up that load,

put half of them onto your wagon,

and that way we'll travel lighter and make better time.

Let's get those rotten peaches off of there.

Aye! Here.

Hold it.

Get down from up there.

Keep your hands away from your guns.

All right, move over there.

Soak 'em!

What he's doing?

Kerosene.

We're gonna cook your peaches,

turn 'em into jam.

Don't hurt my peaches!

Bodos, take it easy!

Wait a minute. You burn them wagons,

and you're buying yourself a pack of trouble.

I'll find you, boy.

I'll find you and dig you out of whatever hole you're hiding in.

Don't hurt my peaches!

All gone.

All finished.

Everything's finished.

My peaches, look. Look, look, look.

Bodos. Bodos, take a look at this.

They didn't all burn.

We still got some peaches to deliver to San Francisco.

What have we got, two or three boxes?

Big load.

Now, look, Bodos, I don't know about you,

but I didn't come this far to let them stop me now.

We can put one wagon together out of this,

and if all we can deliver to San Francisco is one box,

that's all that matters. Don't you see?

We'll have proved our point!

Right, Bodos?

Right. Right.

All right!

I feel the wind on my face.

I smell the ocean.

Getting near the coast, Bodos.

Hey... [speaking Greek]

[laughs]

You see the horses? They learn understand Greek!

Talk to 'em, Bodos. Talk to 'em.

[speaking Greek]

Hey, Basta!

San Francisco!

San Francisco!

-We made it! -Whoo!

Alexandros, my sweet little brother, what I tell you?

The man Minter doesn't stop me.

San Francisco, here comes Bodos Garcos

with a little bit of wagonload of dreams!

[laughs]

Come on, let's go!

Yeehaw!

[trilling]

[speaking Greek]

Hello, everybody!

Hey, is anybody home?

Bodos Garcos has come for a little visit!

Bodos, you look wonderful!

Mrs. Barkley!

Everybody's home! Come in.

Hey, you look nice, too, Mrs. Barkley.

Jarrod, Heath!

All my good friends!

You the best friends I have under the earth!

Of course, you remember Senator Bridges.

Uh, Senator Bridges, the pasha.

He's my friend, too, but a special kind, eh?

Senator Bridges, you're such a good friend.

Where are you when we need you?

With this hand, I think I cut your throat.

-Ahem. -When I vote in next election.

Maybe by then I can persuade you to change your mind.

I was just telling the Barkleys what happened

to you will never happen again.

I saw the traffic manager in San Francisco.

I convinced him that Steve Minter

had exceeded his authority as a station master,

and he has been fired.

And he has agreed to make full restitution

for your peaches.

And, now, the blessings of the governor

and the full cooperation of Coastal & Western,

I am going to introduce a bill that will set equitable rates

and guarantee fair treatment for all the people.

Good!

Is good?

Is great.

Yeah. Then maybe I don't cut your throat

when I vote the next election.

Maybe I even vote for you, huh?

Well, Mrs. Barkley,

today the telegram comes from Anatoly.

Nora says she catches the boat,

and soon she will be in Stockton.

Ah, then you will see my Nora Nikiboo!

Then you will see how pretty she is.

The hair is long to the feet,

black like the charcoal.

She's like the ancients.

And, Audra, you eat good, a lot of Greek food.

Grape leaves, I'll cook them for you myself,

and then you get nice and fat!

Like my Nora Nikiboo,

you'll be pretty, too!

And, Mrs. Barkley, she's strong like the bull.

As soon as she come,

we going to have the wedding right away!

I'm going to have the priest!

And you never seen the Greek wedding, huh?

-No. -No.

Ah, something big surprise.

You never see like in your life.

They put the crown this way, that way, change them.

Ah! You'll like it very much!

Then we're going to have the big party afterwards.

And I'm going to play the bazooki,

and we're going to laugh and sing and drink,

and everybody's welcome!

And you're welcome, too, Senator Bridges.

And then maybe you and me will do the Greek dance.

Eh? Ah!

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