All language subtitles for 1945_The_Bullfighters

- What's the matter with you?
- I haven't got my air legs yet.

Oh, nonsense.
The trip down here was beautiful.

And here we are
in beautiful Mexico City...

the land of sunshine
and good fellowship...

and the land
of beautiful senoritas.

Yes, sir, and those good old hot tamales.

Get me out of here!

To the Hotel El Matador, please.

Well, at last we've got
a whole cab all to ourselves.

Yes, and it was worthwhile
waiting for.

You know, we should have taken
this cab in the first place.

- Mmm.
- Then we wouldn't have any-

Thank you, gentlemen.
How much, my good man?

- Dos pesos.
- Dos. Dos pesos.

Dos pesos.
Stanley, get the book.

Uh, you'll find it in the D's.

''Dese, dems, dose.''

'"Dos pesos. "
Why, that's two dollars.

- That's what I've been trying to tell you.
- Thank you.

- Pay him, Stanley.
- Why didn't you say so in the first place?

Give this to Mr. Coleman as soon
as you see him. There's a rush on it.

Thanks. I'll rush it to him.

- Anything for me, handsome?
- No, Miss Blake.

The afternoon mail
won't be in for half an hour.

Oh. Well, I'll be back by then.

- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning.

Have you a reservation
for Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy?

Indeed I have, sir.

- Welcome to Mexico City.
- Thank you.

Got a room for Mr. McCoy?

Uh, yes, sir.

- He's forging my name.
- Shh.

I'm sorry, sir,
but I require your address.

Golly. I can't write.

Thanks, partner.

Take this gentleman to 410, please.

- Here on pleasure?
- Uh, pleasure and business.

Oh, I see.

Something very confidential.

We're looking for a girl
by the name of Hattie Blake.

- Better known as Larceny Nell.
- What?

I say we're looking for a girl
by the name of Hattie Blake, bett-

- Oh, shut up.
- Is that so?

Well, gentlemen, she just left the hotel,
but she'll be back very shortly.

Oh. Well, we'll hang
around the lobby...

and when you see her come in,
will you give us the eye?

- Anything to help john law.
- Thank you.

Boy, take those bags
up to 418, please.

- Will you take these coats also?
- Yes, sir.

I wish this convention was over so I could
get out of this rented monkey suit.

- Now, you hurry up and get your shoppin' done.
- All right.

Don't you forget
to memorize your speech, lamby pie.

I won't.
And don't forget them lovebirds.

- All right, babykins.
- Good-bye.

''Fellow bricklayers, having been called upon
by the president of our local...

''to make a few remarks
regarding our honorable profession...

''I know that you guys, like myself,
havin' gone past the fourth grade in school...

will understand my sentiments,
and I take great pleasure''-

Uh, pardon me, my good man,
but would you move over a trifle, please?

Thank you.

''Fellow bricklayers, having''-

I'm terribly sorry, but...

accidents will happen.

''Fellow bricklayers, having been called
upon by the president of our local...

to make a few remarks
regarding our honorable profession"-

'"Fellow bricklayers, having been called
upon by the president of our local...

to make a few remarks
regarding our honorable profession''-

''Fellow bricklayers, having been called upon
by the president of our local''-

''Fellow bricklayers,
having been called upon''-

''Fellow bricklayers, having been called
upon by the president of our local...

''to make a few remarks
regarding our honorable profession...

''I know that you guys, like myself,
havin' gone past the fourth grade in school...

will understand my sentiments,
and I take great pleasure in''-

Gentlemen!

Yes, sir. What's going on?
Who started this?

- He did.
- He did. I'm sitting here, learning my speech-

- What were you doing?
- I was minding my own business.

I was just sitting here, and I turned that
like that just to see what would happen.

- Oh! So you did it!
- I didn't-

Come here! Stand right there.

- Will you hold him there for me?
- With pleasure.

Thank you.
Don't let him move.

....

Who is the dancer,
she's most wonderful in all the world?

My little Conchita.

And who is going to fix it so I work
at the cafe of the bullfighters...

and be big success?

I am.

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr. Muldoon,
but Hotshot Coleman is here.

Okay. Send him in.

Well, well, Richard K.
What's the good word?

Everything in the palm of the hand.
What's new with you?

- Hello, Gump. Meet Senorita Conchita.
- Mucho gusto.

- The pleasure is mutual.
- I just received the pictures
of Don Sebastian from Spain.

Those will do for the billboards
and newspapers until he gets here.

Fine, Hotshot. You and I should clean up
a basketful on this promotion.

That"s a cinch.

What are you trying to give me, Hotshot?
What's the gag?

I don't get it, R.K.
Those are the pictures I promised you.

- My client- Don Sebastian, the
world's greatest bullfighter.
- You're nuts, Hotshot.

This guy's from Peoria, Illinois.

I know him, and I've got good cause
to remember him.

You're nuts. That guy's never been
out of Spain. It's his first trip to Mexico.

Show him the envelope
the pictures came in. Lookee here.

Look at that- Spanish stamps.

It's inconceivable that there could be
two faces like that.

- But you're convinced, huh?
- See? Here's even the photographer's name.

'"El Toro Estudio.
Barcelona, Spain.''

I'd swear it was
that little guy in Peoria.

Oh, what's Peoria
got to do with it?

What difference would it make
if he did come from Peoria?

- Si. What difference does it make?
- What difference does it make?

Look, honey, you'd better go back
to the nightclub and practice your dancing.

I'll meet you for dinner. And don't you
worry about not being a big hit.

I'll shoot anyone
who doesn't like you.

Okay, kid!

- Uh-
Let's see. Where were we?
- Uh, Peoria.

- Peoria. Peoria?
- Yup. Huh?

Listen, Hotshot.
Eight years ago in Peoria...

- Yeah?
- two private detectives-

Mr. Laurel, I want you
to think very carefully...

before answering my next question.

Are you positive that this is the man you
identified as the one who committed the crime?

It is quite important that you answer
my question without prejudice.

Are you positive?

I'm positive
that I'm absolutely positive.

Order in the court.

I'm sorry, Your Honor...

but I am positively more positive...

than he is positive.

Sit down, Mr. Hardy.

Your Honor, that makes it
doubly conclusive.

That closes the case.

Gentlemen of the jury,
I leave the matter entirely in your hands.

You've heard the evidence,
the arguments by counsel...

and last witness and rebuttal.

- You may now retire.
- Your Honor, we've reached our verdict.

- Guilty!
- You've convicted an innocent man!

I sentence you
to 20 years hard labor.

I'm innocent, Your Honor!
I'm innocent!

I'll get you two guys
if it's the last thing I ever do.

And so you served 20 years
at hard labor, huh?

No. After five years, the guilty man
confessed, and I was released.

But I lost everything.
The lawyers took my fortune.

My wife divorced me.
My home was broken up. Everything.

- Hmm.
- Those two bloodhounds ruined my life!

- I had to flee to Mexico to start life anew.
- Uh-huh.

- But someday, I'll run across them again.
- Oh.

- And when I do, I'm going to skin them alive.
- Uh-huh.

First the little one,
then the big one.

I'm going to skin them alive!

Take it easy, Richard K.

Oh, there is the great Don Sebastian!

Don't sit there.
Our other clothes are not dry yet.

My hero!

Come on. Snap out of it.

Wipe your mouth.

My key, please.

Look. Sebastian's here.

- Now, pull yourself together.
- Welcome to Mexico City.

- Thank you.
- And to you too, sir.

- Thank you, sir.
- When did you gentlemen arrive?

- We got in this morning.
- Why didn't you let me know?

- What for?
- What for?

I've got you billed
all over this town-

Don Sebastian, the greatest bullfighter
in all the world, direct from Barcelona, Spain!

I'm afraid you're mistaken, sir.

I'm Mr. Hardy,
and this is my good friend Mr. Laurel.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Are you kidding?
You mean you're not Don Sebastian,
the great bullfighter from Barcelona?

Why, no, sir. We've never
been in Barcelona in our lives.

- No?
- Uh-uh. We come from Peoria.

Peoria!

Ever run across a fella by the name
of Richard K. Muldoon?

Richard K. Mul-

Oh, why, of course.
I sent him to prison for 20 years.

- Really?
- Yes, sir.

What do you mean you sent him to prison?
I was the one that sent him to prison.

- Shh.
- I remem-

I beg your pardon, sir,
but why do you ask?

I'm in business with him.
I left his office not over an hour ago.

- An hour ago?
- Well, how'd he get out of prison so soon?

After five years, they discovered
he was innocent. The real guy confessed.

- Innocent?
- That's right.

Gee, that's terrible.

Maybe you'd better go over and apologize.
That's an awful thing to do.

I"d better go and apologize? Why, you were
the one that so falsely accused him!

Why, if you had a spark of manhood
left in your system...

you'd go right over
and apologize to Mr. Muldoon.

- I'll do that-
- Just a minute.

If you'll take my tip,
you'll never cross his path.

He said he was gonna
skin you both alive!

If you're smart,
you'll get out of town.

Because he said,
''First the little one, then the big one.

I'll skin 'em both alive!''

- Thanks for the information.
- Good day, gentlemen.

- Good day.
- Bye.

Sit down.

Over here!

Well, here's another nice mess
you've gotten me into.

- You know what?
- What?

We'd better find that Larceny Nell
and get back to Peoria as fast as we can.

I guess you're right. We certainly
don't want to be skinned alive.

I should say not.

I don't want to walk around in my bones,
rattling all over the place.

I didn't think it was possible there was
another face like that in all the world.

- I wish you good luck, senor.
- Thank you. We need it.

You know, that girl's face
is kind of familiar to me.

Uh, nonsense. She's probably some dame
that thinks you're the bullfighter.

No, I've seen her
somewhere before.

Hey. Psst, psst.! She"s at the cocktail bar.

Atlantic City?

- Come on.
- Where are you going?

- I found Larceny Nell.
- Where is she?

She shook hands with you a moment ago,
and you didn't even recognize her.

Come on.

Ah, won't you join me in a drink,
Don Sebastian?

Madam, he's not a bullfighter.

We're detectives,
and you're under arrest.

You can't arrest me.
I'm on Mexican territory. You can't touch me.

- We can't, huh? We have the papers.
- What papers?

- The extradition papers.
- Are you kidding?

Kidding?

- So what?
- Now, you give me back those papers.

- Try and get 'em.
- I certainly-

Papers or no papers, you're coming with us!
Get the handcuffs, Stanley.

- Oh, get your hands off of me.
- Get the handcuffs, Stanley.

- Here we are.
- Take your hands off me!

- Get the handcuffs, quick!
- Let me go!

Ooh! Come on, Stanley.
Help me.

- Here.
- Let go!

Madam, you might as well
come along quietly.

No, no, Stanley.
You can't hit a lady.

She's no lady.

I'm not, huh?

Now, you're coming with us,
or else.

Boss, I got a telegram for you.
It's important.

...

...

- How long you been carrying this thing around?
- 'Bout three hours, boss.

We're behind the eight ball,
and it ain't transparent either.

- Don Sebastian's passport has been held up.
- You mean he ain't coming?

Not exactly,
but I need him here right now!

Boss, I got an idea.

So have I.

- It wasn't my fault.
- What do you mean, it wasn't your fault?

I had the dame right in the palm
of my hand, and you had to mess it up.

Gentlemen, I'm happy to meet you
again so soon.

I'm having difficulty,
and you can do me a great favor...

for which I'm prepared
to pay you very handsomely.

I'm sorry, but we're not interested.
We have to pack.

- We're leaving the city right away.
- But this is-

I'm sorry.

- I wonder what he wanted.
- I don't care what he wanted.

We're gonna pack
and get out of here right away.

We're gonna stay as far away
from that guy as we can.

- Why?
- Because he and this Muldoon are just like that.

Come in.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

- May I use your phone?
- Yeah, help yourself.

- Get me Richard K. Muldoon.
- Ohh!

Uh, just what was the proposition
you had in the hall?

Oh! Remember this morning when I mistook
Mr. Laurel for Don Sebastian, the bullfighter?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, by a strange coincidence...

Mr. Laurel is the living image
of Don Sebastian from Barcelona, Spain.

But, unfortunately, Don Sebastian
has been held up by passport trouble.

So, as a great favor to me,
and for which, as I said...

I'm prepared to pay you
very handsomely...

I want you to impersonate him.

I'm not gonna fight any bulls.
What do you think I...
-

Get me Richard K. Muldoon.

I don't want to fight any bulls.

I don't like bulls.

I'm allergic to bulls!

Don Sebastian himself will certainly
be here for the big bullfight.

- Oh, I don't have to fight any bulls?
- Absolutely not.

All I want you to do is impersonate him-
meet the press

have your pictures taken, meet all
the lovely ladies,

be
seen in public places.

I'm taking you out tonight
and show you a good time.

- And we get paid for that?
- Definitely!

- But suppose we run across this Mr. Muldoon?
- Leave him to me.

You mean he won't know me,
with these clothes-

Know you? Listen. I'm having my tailor,
Senor Guttenberg, come up here...

and attire you in the colorful costumes
usually worn by bullfighters when at ease.

I guarantee you,
when he gets through with you...

Richard K. Muldoon can look you
right in the eye and skin you alive-

I mean, he'll swear you're someone
from Peoria- uh, Barcelona, Spain.

- It's a deal.
- Thank you, sir. Adios, amigos.!

- Do you think it's all right?
- Of course it's all right.

We'll have a good time
and pick up a few... pesos.

- Ah, Senor Hotshot.
- Luis.

- And a very distinguished guest.
- You recognize Don Sebastian?

But who could fail? His face
is on every billboard in Mexico City.

- Nice table, Luis, huh?
- The best in the house.

Ah, Senorita Tangerine,
Don Sebastian.

Ah, my hero.

That's what I call hospitality.

Oh! Remember your dignity.

Steady now.

Senores y senoritas...

it is my pleasure to announce
that we have with us tonight...

direct from Barcelona,
the great Don Sebastian.

Take a bow.
Take a bow.

No, no. Get on your feet.
Take off your hat. Take a big bow.

- You got a match?
- Sure.

Well, light this.

Hey, boss,
Muldoon's on his way in.

Muldoon?

Sit down. He won't recognize you,
but don't speak English.

Ah, Hotshot.

- How are you?
- Richard K., meet Don Sebastian.

- How do you do?
- Uh, si.

- Sit over here. You'll see
the show a little better.
- Oh, thanks.

You know, it's a lucky thing for you
I know you really are Don Sebastian-

because if you weren't- but the guy
you remind me of- I'd skin you alive.

But then you wouldn't know
what I'm talking about.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Well, this fella that looked like you
had a friend-

a human hippopotamus.

Why, if I had that mass of blubber
here right now...

I'd crush him alive.

Like this.

Senores y senoras...

now we present the original
Latin bombshell-

Conchita!

- Marvelous, Conchita. Marvelous.
- Muchas gracias. Muchas gracias.

May I present Don Sebastian.
Senorita Conchita.

Take a bow.
Not a big one.

Oh, mi muchachito. Come!

I'm gonna teach you
how to do the rumba.

Some other time. Right now I'm talking
business with Don Sebastian and Hotshot.

No, no, no, no, no.
You come right now!

Oh, I'm only going to teach you
two steps of conga, okay?

Now, look, with your left foot,
you will cover three steps to the left...

and then you kick
to the fourth, okay?

Watch. One, two, three, kick.

One, two, three, kick.

Oh, it's very simple.
Come on. Let's try.

Now, one, two, three, kick.

One, two, three, kick.

Oh, that's wonderful!
Come on, everybody!

Now, the second one.
The second one, you kick-

You walk just about the same,
only you kick just a little bit different.

Like this. Watch.

One, two, back, kick.

One, two, back, kick.

All right.!
And that-a boy.!

Now, let's try the fourth one.
Goes like this. Watch.

One, two, down.

One, two, down, up.

Oh, you're doing fine.
You're a brave boy.

Now, one, two, down, up.
One, two-

There's a strange mule
in my stall.

Take that mask off.
Go on. Get out of here.

You better go back!

Come on, old man.
Stand up.

- I'm terribly sorry.
- Pleasure's mutual.

It's all right.

Most embarrassing.

It's a lucky thing for me
I got two pair of pants with this suit.

You can't beat Senor Guttenberg.

A telephone call for you,
Don Sebastian.

Si.

- Is this you, Stan?
- Si, senora.

Hello. Hello.

- Ah, if he's bullfighter, I'm Mickey Mouse.
- He's a cute little person.

Another call for you.

- Si.
- Who is this?

This is me. Uh- Si.

Hello! Hello!

That reminds me,
I must talk to the committee.

- Luis!
- Si, senor?

- Bring me the telephone.
- I'm very sorry. It is busy.

- But you can use the one in the booth.
- Will you pardon me?

- Uh, careful-your pants.
- Oh! Thanks.

- Thanks for the lovely time, Mr. Potshot.
- Hotshot.

- Well, anyway, I've got to be going.
- Where are you going?

- I've got to meet Ollie.
- You're going nowhere.
We haven't set this deal yet.

Sit still and enjoy yourself.
And don't speak English!

- Si.
- ''Potshot''!

I thought you said
it was ''Hotshot.''

- Another call for you.
- Hello?

Hello, Stan.
This is Ollie.

- Where are you?
- I'm in the telephone booth.

You better get out of there.
Muldoon's on his way over to make a call.

Muldoon must have got him.

Come on!

What happened?

You two guys get to the hotel.
I'll see you later.

Go on! Beat it!

- I'll sure be glad to get out of here.
- So will I.

As soon as that Mr. Hotfoot comes over
with the money, we'll be on our way.

His name is not Hotfoot.
It's Hotshot.

Come in.

- Well, good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning.

- You're not preparing to
leave our fair city, are you?
- We certainly are.

After that experience last night,

we don't want to run
into Mr. Muldoon again.

- Why? Nothing happened.
- Yeah, but it was a very close shave.

Listen, gentlemen. I've had some bad news.
I'm in a terrible spot.

I received another telegram that Don Sebastian's
passport has been held up indefinitely...

and he can't possibly arrive
in time for the big fight.

- So what?
- So what?

I've signed a contract, accepted a check in
advance. You've been advertised all over the city.

Last night you were
seen in the cafe as Don Sebastian.

So naturally, from now on, you are Don Sebastian
and you'll have to go through with it.

- You mean you want me to fight a bull?
- Exactly.

- That boy can't fight any bulls.
- There's nothing to it.

I'll get you an old,
contented, blind bull.

Old, blind or contented,
I won't do it.

- I don't blame you, Stanley.
- Thank you, Ollie.

- Gentlemen, can I use your telephone?
- Help yourself.

Me fight a blind, contented bull!

Get me Richard K. Muldoon.

Operator.

Op-

- Gump!
- What is it, boss?

- Get Muldoon.
- Yes, sir.
- Oh!

Stanley?

On second thought,
I think you'd better consider this.

- What do you mean, ''consider''?
- Don't jump at conclusions.

- Who's jumping?
- And don't make hasty decisions.

Don't be so selfish.
Think of me once in a while.

- At least you can do this for my sake.
- For your sake?

You don't want to see me
skinned alive, do you?

Listen, my friend.
You have only one alternative.

Either honor and glory
as thousands cheer...

or slow death
by my good friend Muldoon.

What do you say?

Well, I don't know,
and I wouldn't say positively...

but I think I'm hooked.

Who's there?

- Muldoon.!
- And-

- Well, come in, Richard K.
- Hiya, Hotshot.

Hello, Sebastian.

- Well, now.
- I have good news for you.

This week, we have the finest bulls
we've had in years.

- Really?
- Here's the committee's selection-

a big, fine, black, courageous one.

No, no, no!
This one big fighter!

So quick that he turn
his tail around on a peso.

There's a beautiful animal.

Fine bull. Last Sunday,
he kill three matadors.

Three, mind you.

- What about the blind and contented one?
- Blind and contented?

That's a breed of bulls
they have in Barcelona, Spain.

- Leave the pictures with me.
I'll make our selections later.
- You can't go wrong.

Every one of those bulls is a killer,
and every one worthy of your fine technique.

- You said it, kid!
- Say.

Why don't you take Don Sebastian
out to the bull farm and let
him make his own selection?

- That's a good idea. I'll call you later.
- Fine. Adios.

- Adios.
- Adios.

- Come along, Conchita.
- No, no, no. Come on this way.

- I beg your pardon. Adios.!
- Adios.

Help!

- Whew.
- Blind and contented bulls. I oughta-

Here are Senor Muldoon's finest bulls.

This is my son Pancho. He's going
to be a great bullfighter someday.

You hear that? Even a little kid
isn't afraid of the bulls.

- How do you know he's not afraid of the bulls?
- I'll ask him.

- You aren't afraid of the bulls, are you, son?
- Si, senor.

- He said yes.
- He said, yes, he wasn't. Didn't you, son?

- No, senor.
- You see?

Here's a fine bull.
Comes from a very fine family.

- His name is Little Caesar.
- Little Caesar, huh?

His brother, Big Caesar,
killed a matador last week.

- Killed a matador, huh?
- Si.

One slip of the foot, too slow
with the wrist- poof!. It's all over.

- Where is Big Caesar now?
- He's inside.

Come. I'll show you.

This way, senores.

Now cut that out!

Aw, come on!

You have seen all the bulls
on the farm except these two.

Now, you see? That-

Come here.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

This one here, he"s loco.
He"s a killer.

How about this one down here?

Oh, he"s gentle.
He"s kind. He"s contented.

- You sure of that?
- Si, senor. Sometimes I call him a gentleman cow.

You see?
Gentle and kind and contented.

I'm not gonna fight that bull!

You heard what the man said.
They're gentle, kind and contented.

- That bull wouldn't hurt a fly.
- Yeah, but I'm not a fly.

Ay, torito.!Torito.!

G- G-Get outta here!

Get- Get him away! Aaah!

Come back with my wagon!

Try and stop it!

Look out for that tree!

Come here.

Get that thing off of me,
and take it easy.

- Come on.
- Where you going?

Thanks to you,
I've got to see Senor Guttenberg.

There you are.

I wish we'd never met
that Mr. Shotfoot.

Now, don't worry. Remember,
every cloud has a silver lining.

- And besides, look at the money we're gonna get.
- How much?

Mr. Hotshot gave me his word of honor
that we'd get half of what he gets.

Well, well, well! Wonderful!
You look like a million dollars.

You oughta see that crowd
- the greatest

crowd in the history of Mexico City!

I wish I had half of that gate.

- Is that all we're going to get?
- What?

A piece of gate?

Probably carelessness.

- I'm not going to do it!
- Here, here. Come here, brother.

This is what you need.Just take
a shot of this. It'll give you courage.

There ya are.

That settles it!
I'm not gonna-

- Hey, beat it! Here comes Muldoon!
- Muldoon? Muldoon!

- Come in, Richard K.
- Hiya, Don Sebastian.

Just dropped in
to wish you good luck.

I brought a little present
I thought you might like.

This sword belonged
toJose Acapulco...

the greatest toreador in Mexico.

With this sword,
you could almost skin a bull alive.

Thanks.

How well I remember
Jose ''Alcapulca!''

He was graceful like a dancer.

Oh, el toro.

This is the way
he makes his kill.

Listen to that crowd roar!
Let us drink to your success!

Don Sebastian, today you are going
to make bullfighting history.

Salud.!

Good luck.

Come, Conchita, Hotshot.
Let's get to our seats.

Good luck, and take it easy.

Put that down. You can't drink that stuff
when we've got work to do.

- I feel faint.
- Well, I'll get you some smelling salts.

Now, don't faint until I come back.

- Who is that guy?
- Why, that's Don Sebastian.

Don Sebastian? You're crazy.
He's in his dressing room.

Oh, you are crazy.
I just pick him up at the airport.

Skin him alive.

I come to wish you luck.

Put that down!

- See what that stuff's doing to
you? You're double-talking me.

- Que paso?
- Come on! The crowd's waiting!

- Now, get out there and stay
out of the way of the bull!

Bravo.!Bravo.!

Bravo! Bravo!

This guy's terrific!
Let me congratulate you!

Knew you'd like him.

Bravo!

- Say, Ollie.
- What?

- You know what?
- What?

I've decided that
I'm not gonna fight any bulls.

Get back in that ring!

Now go head out there
and fight that bull! Go on!

What are you trying
to give me, Hotshot?

- That guy's Hardy, the flatfoot from Peoria.
- Oh, no, no-

And the other guy's Laurel-
the guys that sent me up for 20 years!

- Richard K., control yourself.
- Control myself? You swindler!

- Fake.! Fake.!
- Turn the bulls loose.!

- Turn the bulls loose.!
- Fake.! Fake.!

Hey, Stan, come on!
Let's get outta here!

Come on, Stan!

Hey, Stan! Let's get out of here!

Muldoon's got-

Pardon me, senoritas.

it sure was clever the way
you gave Muldoon the slip.

Thank you, Stanley. Always remember,
anytime you get in trouble...

you can depend upon me
to get you out of it.

- Thank you, Ollie.
- Get our overcoats.
We'll sneak down the fire escape.

Now, there's another clever idea.

- He'll never expect us to go out that way.
- No!

You sure are full of ideas, Ollie.

First the little one.
Then the big one.

Take your clothes off.

- Thank you, Ollie.
- You're welcome.

Don't get that dirty.

Well, here's another nice mess
you've gotten me into.

Well, I couldn't help it!

Come on. Let's get back to Peoria
where we belong.