![]() It looks-a like that’s-a where we all going. The plane has a destination written in large letters across its windshield. HARPO and CHICO drag his body into a near-by plane. ![]() GROUCHO counts the votes carefully and puts them back in his pocket.ĬHICO: I guess-a that’s the American way. OK, says CHICO, only I don’t-a count so good. GROUCHO reaches into his pocket and pulls out a number of pieces of paper. Hey, you supposed to hit-a him.ĬHICO It’s-a ok, it’s-a ok. He misses GROUCHO and hits CHICO instead. HARPO scowls and threatens GROUCHO with the hammer. We got rid of the masters and-a the slaves a long while ago. GROUCHO: I’m a quizmaster on the television.ĬHICO: That’s-a what I thought. HARPO produces pages and pages and pages. He’s got no authority here.ĬHICO: Are you-a kiddin’? He wrote a lotta books. He’s a gonna show you what-a we do with immlegal illigrants. Oh, here’s-a one now.ĬHICO: Well, he’s sort of a cop. Maybe you are a immlegal illigrant.ĬHICO: Atsa right. GROUCHO: Well, it’s something your parents should have discussed with you.ĬHICO: Queens! We no got a queen in America. They were too busy crossing the border into Brooklyn. Are you sure you’re not an illegal immigrant.ĬHICO: I’m-a don’t know. It sounds…uh…Mexican.ĬHICO: Mexican? Nah. GROUCHO: Chico doesn’t sound so American to me. That’s an American name.ĬHICO: I’m-a name-a Chico.
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