All language subtitles for Boardwalk.Empire.S03E09.720p.HDTV.x264-EVOLVE

Gyp: Nucky Thompson,
Arnold Rothstein...

give me your blessing,
I'll kill them all.

And when I do, they're gonna
call you Joe the King.

Your pal Rosetti's
flown the coop.

You think
I wanted him here?

He comes back, you pick up the phone.
You hear me?

I swear, Eli,
on my kids.

- You should come with me.
- Okay.

It's hard to know
what to say to you.

Say anything you want.

Esther: Andrew Mellon is the head
of the treasury department.

He's responsible
for enforcing Prohibition

and he despises
Harry Daugherty.

A few days from now, Treasury
agents will arrest George Remus

for multiple violations
of the Volstead Act,

including the purchase
of government liquor permits

from a close associate of the Attorney
General of the United States.

Where are we
with the pony?

- Hot tip?
- For Emily's birthday.

Leave it to me.
I'll get her all fixed up.

I lost an earring.
Those hummingbirds you gave me.

I'll buy you new ones.

Are you familiar
with Babette's?

I ate there with Nucky
before our falling-out.

Gillian: He'll be dining there
this evening

with Mr. Rothstein.

( people screaming )

( theme music playing )

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Man:
Bring it back over.

Keep your head down.
Come on.

Man #2:
Easy, easy.

Can I give you
a hand with that?

- Tie it off.
- Okay.

( chatter continues )
Take it through there now!

- 12th block!
- Move it! Move it!

Fellas, come on,
let's keep it going.

( crowd murmuring )

Settle down there, son.
Watch him, all right?

No one's gonna be able to come through
until we're sure it's absolutely safe.

( high-pitched ringing )

Doctor:
Watch my finger.

( clock ticking )

Good.

Good? I can't fucking
see straight.

That'll pass.

And the ringing
in my ears?

Tinnitus.

Consistent with concussion.

Are you experiencing
any numbness?

( sighs )
I only wish.

Everything fucking hurts.
Particularly my head.

The powder's not helping?
The phenacetin?

He's very stubborn not
to take his medications.

Because they don't work.

Why don't you give me
something stronger?

I could prescribe
laudanum,

but it's just as likely
to give you headaches.

What you need
is bed rest.

Your brain's been injured.
It needs time to heal.

Call Eddie.
Get him over here.

But I am here.

Not you,
my brother.

- Eli. - That's what I said.
Jesus.

I will call him
right away.

One of the symptoms
of concussion

is a temporary lack
of mental acuity,

which can
come and go.

Feeling in a fog.
Confusion.

I've got to get dressed.

( high-pitched ringing )

Doctor: Nucky?
Nuck... whoa.

- Easy does it.
- I'm fine.

- I'll just...
- All right.

I'll just lie down
for a minute.

You're very
fortunate, Nucky.

An explosion like that,
a few feet closer...

( voices screaming )

( gasps )

Get out, Carl.

( phone ringing )

- Teddy: Give that back, Regina.
- Come back here with that.

Teddy: Come back here.
Come on, Regina.

- Drop it.
- Chase her, Mommy.

It's not a game.

Drop it!
Come back here.

( ringing continues )

Thompson suite.
Who's calling, please?

I asked you first.

- Because the person...
- Thank you, young man.

( dog growling )

Mr. Thompson's room.
How may I help you?

You're to give yourself
a proper scrubbing.

What's the difference?
We're not going anywhere.

We're not, are we?

We can go downstairs to
the Palm Court for cakes.

Emily: Can't we order
room service?

Ahem.

Make your bed.

They will deliver the
decorations shortly.

All the furniture in the living
room needs to be moved out.

I will call down
to the staff.

I asked you
to make your bed.

The maid will do it.

There won't always be maids.

- ( barks )
- Stop it.

You're driving me mad.

Where is Mr. Sleater?

In there.

( knocks )

- I, uh...
- Owen: Don't be a prat. Let her in.

May I speak
with you?

Where did they
all come from?

Each ward boss
sent over three.

- How's the children's wing?
- A bit tetchy.

- I can't blame them.
- And a birthday party on top of it.

They'll be content
once it's underway.

Not a wandering vagrant
this time, is it?

Knowing nothing
doesn't make it better.

It's Mr. Rosetti.
As you probably guessed.

What did Enoch do to him?

Said no when he
wanted to hear yes.

- That's all?
- Sometimes that's enough.

He's more than welcome
to take his dog back.

This won't last forever.

I know... it's for
our own safety,

and there's no point
in complaining.

That's not what I meant.

When this is all sorted,

you and I...

What did Dr. Surran say?

- Huh?
- What did...

I have impetigo.

Really?

Might as well.

He never gets
anything right.

Should you
be doing that?

What?
You're muttering.

I said do you think
it's wise...

We need to
discuss something...

the three of us,
right now.

What happened?

To the pony?

- I'm sorry?
- Pony.

- The pony. The goddamn pony.
- We didn't buy a pony.

Why the hell not?
Wasn't I clear on this?

Because, as it turns out,
we're living in a hotel,

and they don't allow horses.
Not even small ones.

Well, that's a shame.

Just a crying shame.

For that angel.

When it's going
to be her birthday.

I don't think
it's the most important

concern right now,
do you?

What do you think?

Mrs. Thompson is right.

There's got to be a party.

There will be.
It's all arranged for tomorrow.

That just is going
to have to happen.

We'll have it here.

So let's get started on that.

Let's get the wheels turning.

( high-pitched ringing )

Owen:
Mr. Thompson, sir?

Margaret:
Enoch?

Did you say something?

I said it's being
taken care of.

I don't know what to tell you.
It's just a little sideline is all.

If you sell alcohol, I,
the sheriff's department,

gets a piece of it.
That was made very clear.

It's just a few quarts
of home brew, Jerry.

The amount
doesn't matter.

You saw how things
can get out of hand.

You answer to me.

And I keep it all straight with
the Big lke on the boardwalk.

That way there's
no confusion.

Now, I'll let it go
this once, but...

are you listening to me?

Don't walk away
when I'm talking to...

- Operator.
- This is Sheriff Ramsey.

Get me the Ritz-Carlton
in Atlantic City.

- Nucky Thompson's room.
- Right away, sir.

Man: Top floor, the other side.
Come on.

( men shouting )

Shit.

You and you, with me.
You guys cover the back.

( bangs )

Howdy, Sheriff.

What's new
on the prairie?

Gyp.

Good to see you again.

What's so good
about it?

You miss my company?

You like
the way I look?

What are you,
some kind of finook?

( chuckles nervously )

Just ready to get
back to business.

No kidding.

You've been
twiddling your thumbs...

Operator: Hello, sir?
This is the operator.

waiting for me
to show up?

You're connected
to the Ritz-Carlton.

Just a minute, operator.

There's no need
for any of that.

You know me.

I'm flexible.

( chuckles )

Not for much longer.

Ah!

( grunting )

- ( high-pitched ringing )
- Bader: These goddamn reporters.

- They're relentless.

- Damien: They're insisting
on a statement, Nuck.

We could say an anarchist.

Or like that explosion
on Wall Street.

Someone they let go
carry a grudge.

Well, whatever it was,
we're just glad you're okay.

When are we
rebuilding, anyway?

Maybe I talk to you
about that.

What's it got
to do with you?

That's what I want
to talk to you about.

Shut that goddamn shade.

Chalky: We don't got to do
this now, Nuck.

When did you get so uppity?

- Come again?
- Work on my shoes later.

This is Mr. White.

Gas.

You want some
bicarbonate?

Babette's. Tell them
it was a gas leak.

- ( ringing resumes )
- ( sighs )

Nuck?

It was a faulty valve.
That's what caused the explosion.

- Well, that makes sense.
- Get me some water.

( phone ringing )

Don't I have someone
who answers that?

Mr. Thompson's room.
Who's calling, please?

Have an inspector come out.

Certify the other lines on
the boardwalk are sound.

Guarantee the public
there's no danger.

Nucky: You should be
at the hospital

handing out flowers
to the victims.

- Take a photographer.
- ( door opens )

Teddy, this is business.
You can't just walk in.

- A man is on the phone.
- What man?

The gypsy.

Uh, gentlemen, if you please.

Oh, yeah. Don't worry, Nuck.
We'll take care of it.

Everything's all right.
Go to your mother.

I'll be at the hospital.

Hello?

I want to read you
something from the paper.

Plucked my heartstrings,
I don't know why.

"Lights dimmed all along
the Rialto last night

for a fallen star who had
just begun to shine.

Lillian Kent,
whose delight-making,

arms-akimbo turn
in 'Dizzy Izzy'

brought a glow to
an otherwise dim season,

was remembered
by a glittering array

of Broadway's brightest"...

What were we talking about?
The party?

The gas leak.

Don't tell the kids about it.
It'll just upset them.

Nobody's talking about
telling kids anything.

They'll find out.
Everyone finds out soon enough.

You know what I'm saying, don't you?

I'm not sure that I do.

One day you wake up and you
realize what's been going on.

( phone rings )

You hung up before
I had a chance.

- To do what?
- Offer condolences.

From me and Joe Masseria.

Why don't you come
see me sometime?

I'm right up the road
in Tabor Heights.

Was it him?
What was...

What the fuck are you doing?

Stopping you before
you wreck the whole floor.

Who the goddamn hell
do you think you are?

Who is he?

Chalky:
That's your brother, Nuck.

You need to catch
ahold of yourself.

Frankie Yale,
Waxey Gordon,

Peg Leg Lonergan,
and Bill Lovett in Brooklyn.

Torrio if he'll come,

and Arnold Rothstein...

we need to get them
here soon as possible.

What for?

Joe Masseria
is backing Gyp Rosetti.

So I'll need
to kill them both.

Joe Masseria has an army.

That's why we're going
to need help.

Don't look at me that way.
What I'm saying makes perfect sense.

Mad Anthony Wayne.

Anthony.

He was Italian?

I'm not sure.

But he was a brigadier general

in the Continental Army.

On his way to the Battle
of Monmouth County,

he spent two days encamped
here in Tabor Heights.

Did the town, huh?

We're ready over here.

Pardon me.

( people chatting )

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

First things out the way,
thank you for coming.

Those of you who were curious

and those who were
maybe escorted here.

My name is Mr. Rosetti.

My associates and me
have taken an interest

in your town and are gonna
be here for a while.

So we thought it
only neighborly

to introduce
ourselves.

In return for your hospitality

and any inconvenience
this may cause,

we're offering
a monthly giveback.

Tell them how much
we're offering.

A double C apiece.

- In English.
- $200 a month.

Which is a pretty square deal
for keeping your mouth shut.

Wouldn't you say,
Sheriff Ramsey?

( crowd whispering )

He's a good man,
your sheriff.

And he's gonna
keep on sheriffing.

Same as you all are gonna keep
doing whatever it is you do.

Barbers cut hair.

Cooks cook.

Librarians keep
checking out books

because it's very
important to read.

- What happens when Bible Camp opens?
- Bible Camp's canceled.

And I'm not really
doing questions

and answers
right now, dear.

- What do you think?
- Shh!

Now if you'll all step
over to the table here

to collect your money...

( whispering )

Be sure to write
your name and address.

- What do you need that for?
- Bookkeeping.

We like to know who
we're doing business with.

( music playing )

Tommy, are you finished?

Come on, what's
the big secret?

It's not done yet.

Okay.

All done.

Well, well.

That's the train.
That's the station.

And that's the little boy.

- And what's that?
- That's the rhinoceros.

- What's he doing there?
- Waiting to go home.

♪ Mississippi choo-choo train ♪

♪ Take me to my home again ♪

♪ I love to see the steam
when you start puffing... ♪

Richard. Yes.

Did you want something?

Tomorrow night

there's a meeting
at the American Legion.

One of your gatherings?

To discuss more
service compensation.

I would make up the hours.

You want the evening off?

If you don't mind.

That doesn't look
like a rhinoceros.

Let's not make a habit of it.

Thank you.

Mississippi choo-choo.

The rhinoceros is
waiting for the train.

Tommy: See?

♪ I love to see the steam
when you start puffing ♪

♪ It looks like the icing
on a sugar muffin ♪

♪ Blow your whistle,
ring your bell ♪

♪ Pull down your throttle
and run like... ♪

- Josephine.
- Ma'am?

It's half past 6:00.

Don't you have
an appointment shortly?

I didn't realize the time.
I'm sorry.

Tommy, where
are you going?

With Josephine.

No, chipmunk.

You stay here.

Tommy, ladies need
time to themselves.

Yes? Okay.

( birds squawking )

Man:
Mr. Remus!

Mr. Remus, stop!

Halt!

George Remus?

Yes.

You're under arrest for violating
Title II of the Volstead Act

with particular reference
to Section 7.

- You're making a mistake.
- I'm correcting one.

No, no.
You can't do this.

Remus doesn't get arrested.
Not in his own home.

Not anywhere.
Remus has paid.

- Remus kept receipts.
- What receipts?

From Jess Smith.

Daugherty's man.

Then Randolph would be very
interested in seeing them.

- ( music playing )
- ( boy sighs )

Boy:
I'm bored.

Girl:
I want the cake.

When is she gonna
open the presents?

- Girl: You stop.
- Hey.

Now, now.

Girl:
Cake is yummy.

Aren't we going
to have any cake?

We're waiting
for your uncle.

Can't we just
save him a piece?

Is there anything
I can do?

Uh, he's in a bit
of a tentative state.

Why don't we just...

- Hey, Uncle Nucky.
- Daddy!

- Daddy!
- What's all this?

It's Emily's birthday party.

No one told me.

It was your idea.

You insisted.

Where are you
getting that from?

It doesn't matter now.

Uh, let's just...

Go around flinging
accusations.

- I'm not accusing...
- Mabel, please.

There are children.

Happy birthday,
hummingbird.

I thought
you weren't coming.

Are you kidding?
I wouldn't miss this for the world.

- Did you ride your pony?
- Emily: What pony?

Your birthday pony.

Your father means
that pony.

Why are there eight?

One extra for luck.

And...

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Emily ♪

( loudly )
♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

- ( cheering )
- Children: Cake! Cake!

- Blow out your candles.
- ( children shouting )

- ( cheering )
- Happy birthday, sweetheart!

Happy, happy, happy,
happy birthday! Mwah!

Margaret: All right, now.

Maybe you need to go
and have a lie...

We've got to have cake.
It's no party without a cake.

Let's carve it up, huh?
Let's slice it wide open.

- I will take care of that.
- I'm on top of it, Bismarck.

What do you want,
the gypsy?

I mean, the pony?
Okay.

- Oh, boy.
- Children: Yay, cake!

- Oh!
- Boy: It's bleeding!

- ( Emily whimpering )
- Enoch, stop it!

- What's wrong?
- You've upset her.

No, no,
it's not a real horse.

Look. See?
It's all make-believe.

No one got hurt.
It was a gas leak.

No matter what you hear,
it was...

it was just an unfortunate...

( high-pitched ringing )

( thumps )

( children shouting )

- I don't want it.
- I got a toy train!

I want yours!
It's so much better!

He's resting.

I put a cold
cloth on his head.

Pour you a drink?

No, thank you.
But help yourself.

Nah.

Never one for it,
truth to tell.

That's funny, then, isn't it?

How do you mean?

Our whole lives
center around it.

Everything we say
or don't say

all in those bottles.

It's just a business in the end.

Is business meant
to be like this?

Ask the man buried
in the coal mine.

Or digging a canal.

Or working a slaughterhouse.

No one asks where what
they want comes from.

They just want it...

and then believe
what suits them.

And that's your peace with it?

There's no halfway.

And there's no excuse either.
I'm in it now.

And when I'm done,
I'll walk away.

Do you mean to?

Yeah, in a year,

two years.

Why not now?

Is that what you want?

If it is, say it.

Say it and we'll go.

It would have to be far.

We're thousands
of miles already.

What's a few more?

You don't think I would.
That's why you're asking.

No.

I'm not as complicated as you.

( children shouting )

- Oh, he threw the horn!
- Caught it!

Oh, right back at him!

( giggling )

- I want another piece!
- Yeah!

Daddy's feeling better.

He just needs to rest.

( music playing )

( people chatting )

( voices overlapping )

Woman: Oh there you are!
Over here, over here!

- Man: You'll miss the dance!
- Woman: Hurry up, we're late!

You came.

Didn't I say I would?

This is for you.

You know my colors.

I let the florist pick it.

( laughs )

I suppose we go in.

( music continues )

Richard.

And Miss Sagorsky.

- Good evening, Phil.
- Mr. Gardner.

Richard and Miss Sagorsky.

You just said that.

I like the way it sounds.

Is your pop coming?

Not his kind of occasion.

Maybe not.

I'm glad you could
make it, though.

Plenty of grub
and libations.

I'll see you two on
the dance floor, hmm?

There's punch.

- Would you like some?
- I meant for you.

Sounds like
a good place to start.

Well, you're easy
to housebreak.

- Well, here's a surprise.
- You looking for your pal?

Go on.
She's waiting to see you.

- You're awful.
- What?

( woman moaning )
Yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh.
That's it.

Oh, yeah.
That's good.

Oh, yeah?
Uh-huh.

( moaning )

- Oh! Chipmunk, no!
- What?

Man:
What the fuck is this now?

( laughs )

( door slams )

Oh.

You're not to get up now.

I'm fine.

You're not.

( sighs ) I just don't know
why everyone's whispering.

You've a concussion.

If you don't rest,
you'll make it worse.

Can you hear
what I'm saying?

Did she like the party?

I...

yes.

Yes, she liked it.

She rode the pony?

No, wait.
We didn't get a pony.

- I told you not to.
- That's right.

Pony in a hotel.
Don't be ridiculous.

You don't want to spoil them.

Raise them right,
but don't spoil them.

That's worth
keeping in mind.

And you found
your earring.

What?

The earring you lost.

The little bird.

No.

But I'm sure it'll turn up.

- ( knocks )
- Come in.

- Don't mean to interrupt.
- You're not.

- How you doing?
- Nucky: Fine.

Just stop mumbling.
It's irritating.

We should have a discussion
if you're up to it.

- You want to do it here or...?
- Let's go to the office.

( high-pitched ringing )

Eli:
You all right, Nuck?

Wasn't I standing?

You're all right.

Let's talk here.

- Margaret: I'll go.
- No, stay.

You belong here with me.

Well?

Um...

they've all confirmed
for tonight

except Torrio.

If we were to call
it off at this point...

- If we tell them not...
- There's no reason for that.

But just, if we did.

The way things stand,

it already could
go either way...

In terms of their support.

For what you suggested.

Regarding the man
in Little Italy

and the other one.

And I think...

we both think
in your condition...

It's not likely
to go in our favor.

Eli:
They'll need to feel

as if you're firmly in
control of the situation.

Arnold Rothstein,
Waxey Gordon,

Frankie Yale,
Peg Leg Lonergan,

and Wild Bill Lovett...
they're all coming.

They're going to sit down.

When the meeting's over, Joe
Masseria will be a dead man.

Gyp Rosetti won't have
anyone to protect him

and I'll wear that fucking
dago's guts like a necktie.

Was I slurring my words?

No.
Clear as a bell.

( sighs )

Would you mind if I asked
you for some ice water?

Man:
Take it easy with that.

Man #2:
I got it.

( chatter continues )

That goes up to New York.

Come on, keep it going.

Gyp: Those boats out there,
the lights?

Man: Come on, keep it going.
Let's go.

Rosetti:
Rum Row, they call it.

We send our boats out,
they come back full of booze.

From the beach here
to the trucks.

From the trucks
to Little Italy

and six hours later
you're sipping scotch.

Man: That boat's got the whiskey.
That goes down to AC.

What do you think?

I think...

you'll make
some problems for me.

Rothstein.

Nucky Thompson.

I got a tip they was both
gonna be in the same place.

Ah, but you
no prepare properly.

I had to move fast, boss.

Boss?

I thought you said king.

Huh?

- You got this one?
- Come on, let's go.

( speaking Italian )

Bravo.

( speaking Italian )

You will learn.

You grow.

Maybe one day you'll
make a good general.

Man:
Ya bunch of pansies!

( Joe speaks Italian )

( music playing )

Hey, Richard.

When are you gonna show
us that fancy footwork?

We're just watching.

He doesn't want to put
the rest of us to shame.

- Really?
- Sure.

He's the one
who taught Arthur Murray.

- Who?
- Arthur Murray.

This is the song
I've been waiting for.

Why do you have
to be such an ass?

I don't know
what I'm doing.

Put your hand
on my shoulder.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three.
Don't look down.

- One, two, three.
- Sorry.

One, two, three.

You never said
you were good at this.

Thank you.

- It's the only step I know.
- ( laughs )

What do we do
for a finish?

Put your arm up.

Trust me.

( cheering, applause )

Hold on.

Let's give them
something to think about.

- Whoo!
- Woman: Ooh-la-la.

( applause )

What time is it?

14 minutes to 10:00.

Are they here yet?
Rothstein?

No.

- Fuck.
- Please. Please.

Did you order
his milk and cake?

I did.

He eats like
a fucking child.

- ( chuckles )
- What time is it?

Don't stare at me
like I'm an idiot.

I asked you a question.

It is now 13 minutes
to 10:00.

- My jacket.
- Ja.

- Nucky?
- ( retching )

( music playing )

Eddie:
Nucky?

What's wrong?

He's asking for you.
Please.

Oh, but, missus,
the gentlemen are waiting.

( crashing )

There you are.

You're burning up.

( water running )

I found it.

So you don't have to worry.

Found what?

This belongs
to someone else.

It does?

Yes.

( high-pitched ringing )

( people screaming )

She's dead.

She's dead
and it's my fault.

Everything I touch...

You have to understand.

No matter what
you think of me,

there's no walking away.

It doesn't work like that.

I do it to them

or they do it to me.

That's all there is.

And the men
in your office?

Either they're with me

and we go to war,

or they'll smile,

shake my hand,

and walk away.

I'll be alone...

and that's
as good as dead.

You can hear me?

- Yes.
- You know who I am?

You're Margaret Schroeder.

Margaret Thompson.

Yes.

My wife.

Sorry.
My wife.

You need to get up.

You need to finish
getting dressed.

And you need to attend
to your business.

Do you understand?

I hope you're satisfied.

With what?

Tommy wandered onto
the girls' floor.

What happened?

What do you think
happened?

You're meant to keep
a watch on such things

instead of running off
at night.

I gave him warm milk
with rum to calm him down.

I'm sorry.

The damage
is already done.

Although I'm sure you had
a stimulating meeting.

( Tommy murmuring )

You okay?

I want to go home.

Mr. Torrio sends his regrets.

How thoughtful.

Chicago's a distance.
I wouldn't worry on it.

Open the door

and don't stand close to me.

( men chatting )

( whispers )
We'll go...

as soon as we're able.

( high-pitched ringing )

You all came here
on short notice.

I appreciate that.

And I won't waste
anyone's time.

Each of us has
our own interests.

Each of us has
our own needs.

None of us can proceed
without the goodwill

and trust of...

of our friends.

I'm looking forward
to the future.

There's going to be
new opportunities.

Great opportunities.

With sympathetic allies
in Washington

and new markets
opening up to the west...

all the way to Chicago.

Opportunities
I intend to share

to the benefit of all of us.

Expansion, cooperation,

profit, peace.

Isn't that
what we all want?

You're singing a different
tune from last time I come.

I've reconsidered
my position, Frank.

I don't blame you.

I have a right
to protect myself.

What's that got
to do with us?

We're neighbors,
Waxey.

I got no beef
with Rosetti.

Not yet.

I don't go looking for a fight.

Neither do I.
But I'm in one.

That's your bad luck.

And next time
it'll be yours, Mr. Lonergan.

Or Bill's.
Or Frank's.

And if you weren't
already thinking that,

you wouldn't have
come here tonight.

Italians, Irish, Jews...

we could be at
each other's throats,

or we could set rules here

that we can all prosper by

now and forever.

How would we work that?

Joe Masseria
is backing Gyp Rosetti

to steal what I've built,

what I've struggled for
on the steps of my own home.

I'm going to fight him.

I'm going to win.

I need your help.

In exchange,

I'll be proud to call
every one of you

my partner.

Those present
accepted your invitation

out of respect
for our past dealings

and to show
our genuine concern

for your well-being.

( high-pitched ringing )

What does that
mean, Arnold?

It means everyone here wishes you

all the luck in the world.

You won't back me?

Is that what he
persuaded you to do?

- It didn't take persuading.
- I warned you.

You wouldn't listen.
Now look where we are.

What did you tell them?

That business with you

is more trouble
than it's worth.

You're letting emotions
get in the way of sense.

Have you known that
to be a habit of mine?

Charlie, Meyer.

No need
to spend the night.

I won't forget this.

Do you hear me, Arnold?
I will not forget.

Arnold.

Arnold.

Arnold!

Arnold!

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( music playing )

♪ I just received
a cable 'spatch ♪

♪ From my ancestral home ♪

♪ It tells me
I'm the great Gazoo ♪

♪ Successor
to the throne ♪

♪ My throne will be
a bungalow ♪

♪ A-way up in the trees ♪

♪ Where I'll be ruling
monarch over all ♪

♪ Well, I will be
that King Gazoo ♪

♪ The ruler high
on my bungaloo ♪

♪ And when I ride
across the mighty Nile ♪

♪ On that royal crocodile ♪

♪ When on the throne
I'll take my stand ♪

♪ Then I'll be
a mighty man ♪

♪ I'll be that zoo-koo
moo-koo grand ♪

♪ And the king
of the bungaloos ♪

♪ When on the tho-ga-dome ♪

♪ I'll take
my stag-arag-a-dan ♪

♪ Then I'll be the dee-oh,
the mighty-ditey maga-dan ♪

♪ Be the zooga-roo-da-dooga
dooga-dooga grand ♪

♪ And the king of the bungaloo
ga-rooga dooga-doos. ♪