Melody Time off-screen voiceovers

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NARRATOR: A memory of

wintertime long ago,

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NARRATOR: Freddy Martin,

an ardent admirer of the classics,

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NARRATOR: On the pages

of American folklore,

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NARRATOR: Well, sir, every time

I see an apple blossom sky,

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NARRATOR: Working, singing,

carefree and gay.

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NARRATOR: Poor Johnny.

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ANGEL: "Well,

what's holding you, Johnny?"

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NARRATOR: Says a voice.

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ANGEL: Go on. Go on out west,

if that's your choice.

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NARRATOR: Well, sir, it was an angel.

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NARRATOR:

Well, sir, that's how it all began.

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NARRATOR: Well, as time went by,

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WOMAN: Come and get it!

The dinner's on, the table's set.

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NARRATOR: Yep, Johnny did bring

folks a heap of happiness.

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ANGEL: I'm fine. And how be you?

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NARRATOR: Well, sir,

now you know the reason why

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JOHNNY: The lord is good to me

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NARRATOR: There's drama,

there's excitement,

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NARRATOR:

There's poetry in trees they say.

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NARRATOR: To the intoxicating

rhythm of the samba,

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NARRATOR: Here's a tall tale

straight from the Chuck wagon.

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ROY: Now, here on the map

of the old U.S.,

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COWBOY 1: Amen.

ROY: There's other states around.

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COWBOY 1: Wyoming.

COWBOY 2: Milwaukee.

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-And long island sound.

-ROY: Right!

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COWBOY 3:

That there is the Pecos river.

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ROY: She was pure alkali.

COWBOY 2: Just naturally mean water.

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COWBOY 1: Why,

the buzzards won't even touch it.

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ROY: Into this fertile garden spot,

once there come a prairie cart.

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-Four hound dogs.

-COWBOY 1: And a couple of cats.

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ROY: All a-goin' west,

a-lookin' for elbow room.

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COWBOY 3: Sure could use

some of the same.

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ROY: Crossin' the Pecos riverbed,

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-Yep, it was bill.

-COWBOY 2: Poor little critter.

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COWBOY 3: Homeless as a poker chip.

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ROY: For the stork had

delivered a dividend.

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-Plum unusual!

-COWBOY 2: Yep!

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COWBOY 1: Shucks.

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COWBOY 2: Headed straight

or that ol' chuckwagon.

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ROY: So, what followed

as a natural fact,

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COWBOY 3: Outloped the antelope.

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COWBOY 1:

Outjumped the Jack rabbit.

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COWBOY 4: Yeah, Bill even

outhissed the rattlesnake.

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ROY: Now, 50 to one

weren't no fair fight.

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COWBOY 3: Yep, Bill became

a rootin', tootin' cowboy!

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ROY: Yep, them was happy days

for Bill and that horse.

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COWBOY 3: Looked like nothin'

could ever come between 'em.

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COWBOY 2: Then it happened.

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ROY: Now, Bill was happy

that fateful day.

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COWBOY 3: Happy as a hog

in a turnip patch.

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ROY: And then...

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-She was strange.

-COWBOY 1: Unusual!

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COWBOY 3: Yeah,

but powerfully stimulatin'.

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COWBOY 2: Like a slug of rye

on an empty stomach.

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ROY: Gave him a right peculiar feelin'.

Set his senses plum to reelin'.

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COWBOY 2: Yep, I'amour

had come to Pecos Bill.

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COWBOY 1: Widow-maker

was plum puzzled.

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ROY: Looked like trouble to him.

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COWBOY 3: And he sure was right.

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ROY: And so,

Sue named the weddin' day.

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COWBOY 3: That there happy blushin'

bride was bustin' out with girlish pride.

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ROY: But Bill had promised Slue-Foot

Sue a ride on Widow-maker too.

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COWBOY 1: Well, here comes

the answer, fit to be tied.

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ROY: Widow-maker was plum irritated.

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COWBOY 3:

But that didn't bother sue none.

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ROY: She walked right up

to that critter's side.

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ROY: And then, that bustle.

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COWBOY 3: Underneath

them frills and flounces,

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ROY: And Sue took off

like a Roman candle.

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COWBOY 2: Sure looked

like she was a goner.

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ROY: But no, here come a ray of hope.

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COWBOY 3: Shucks,

Bill was never knowed to miss.

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ROY: Bill was calm, confident.

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COWBOY 3: How it come to happen,

nobody could never figure out.

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ROY: She was off again

on her heavenly flight.

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Song of the South off-screen voiceovers

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REMUS: (CHUCKLING) Yes suh...

dey's udder ways o' learnin'

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JOHNNY: Mama?

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SALLY: Yes, Johnny?

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JOHN: She does.

And she likes what's in it.

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SALLY: John, please.

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JOHNNY:

Are you mad at each other too?

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SALLY: Why, no, dear. Of course not.

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TEMPY: Gracious goodness, Johnny...

We're almost dar! Listen!

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JOHN: And they got loose.

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TEMPY: De tale 'bout his

havin' a tail an' losin' it?

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JOHN: That's it. Only...

How can there be a tale...

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NED: Miss Doshy? Where do you

want me to put dishyer trunk?

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PEARL: An' what happen to

Brer Fox, Uncle Remus?

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CHLOE: Uncle Remus! Uncle Remus!

Lawzy mursy, have you seen Johnny?

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BR'ER RABBIT: Doggone ol' briar

patch! Doggone ol place like this!

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BR'ER FOX: I got em'!

I gots dat ol' Brer Rabbit!

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BR'ER BEAR: Zip-a-de-do-da, zip-a

-de-ay, Zip-da-da-da-da, wonderful day.

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-BR'ER FOX: I... I... I... Oh, no!

-Dollar a minute, zip-a-dee-ay

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BR'ER FOX: What you doin' there?

How'd you..

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-BR'ER FOX: Get out of my trap.

-Zip-a-dee.. Hey! Huh! Bu-but...

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BR'ER FOX: You was not makin'

a dollar a minute.

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JOE: We oughta drown him.

JAKE: Sure, he's the runt.

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GINNY: This here's my puppy!

You leave 'im 'lone.

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BR'ER FROG: Fine, how are you?

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MAW FAVERS: Now I don't wanta

hear no more 'bout it.

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CHLOE: What you all doin'

'roun' here, anyhow?

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JOHN: Toby, what is it?

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-Mister John!

-JOHN: How is he?

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Make Mine Music off-screen subtitles

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NARRATOR: The outlook wasn't

brilliant for the Mudville nine that day.

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NARRATOR: The coach was really

worried when Cooney went to bat,

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-You're out!

-VISITOR: Attaboy!

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SPECTATOR: Yeah, run that

guy outta town on the rails.

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NARRATOR: Barrows was the next

one up and Barrows made a hit.

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NARRATOR:

A straggling few got up to go,

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NARRATOR: The next one in the

lineup was no-hit Jimmy Blake.

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-(WHISTLES)

-COLONNA: But mostly the ladies

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-(WHISTLES)

-COLONNA: But mostly the ladies

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COLONNA: Egad, when he goes

To bat hang on to your hat

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NARRATOR: The pitcher's nerves were

jagged and his knees began to shake.

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NARRATOR: The umpire said.

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NARRATOR:

Yelled a cutie from the stands.

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-NARRATOR: Unquote.

-(BOOING)

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NARRATOR: The sneer is gone

from Casey's lip.

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NARRATOR: Ah, yes.

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COLONNA: (SINGING)

Somewhere men are laughing

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COLONNA: (SUSTAINING NOTE) All...

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NARRATOR: Now,

this is a story of, uh, uh, uh,

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NARRATOR: (AS SASCHA) "Hello,

Petie. What goes? Where ya goin', huh?

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NARRATOR: The wolf!

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MAN: One, two, three.

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-Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

-DRIVER: Hyah!

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EDDY: Ahh

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NARRATOR: Publicity, yes.

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WILLIE: Mammy's little baby

Loves shortenin', shortenin'

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NARRATOR: After all these years

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NARRATOR: At last,

the long years of patient waiting

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WILLIE: Figaro!

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NARRATOR: Ah, but they

hadn't heard the half of it.

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-La-la-la-la-la-la

-NARRATOR: Tenor.

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-La-la-la-la-la-la

-NARRATOR: Baritone.

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-La-la-la-la-la-la

-NARRATOR: And bass.

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TETTI TATTI: Let-a me up!

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NARRATOR:

Stubborn, deluded Tetti Tatti.

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NARRATOR: Now Willie

will never sing at the Met.

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Fun and Fancy Free off-screen dialogues

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JIMINY: Everyone keeps askin' me

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DINAH SHORE ON RECORDING:
This is the story of three bears.
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MAN: (SHOUTING)
Hey, Bongo! Get going! You're on!
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DINAH: The call of the wild
kept ringing in his ears.
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DINAH: He couldn't ignore it any longer.
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DINAH: He had to answer the call
of the great open spaces.
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DINAH: He was crackin' up!
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-DINAH: He was losin' his grip!
-Bongo, Bongo, Bongo!
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DINAH: He had to escape, to get away!
Just gotta get away!
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DINAH: At last he was free.
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DINAH: "Oh, well. What if I can't
climb a big old tree?
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DINAH: With nature's gang around
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-DINAH: Where the crickets
-(CRICKET CHIRPING)
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DINAH: Just kind of play around
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DINAH: There's more fun
in takin' the sun in
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DINAH: (YAWNING)
"Oh, boy," thought Bongo,
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DINAH: Then came the dawn.
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DINAH: Ohh.
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DINAH: Bongo thought,
"This is just too good to be true!
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DINAH: But if you're only
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DINAH: The air grew still
with a sudden chill.
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DINAH: When a whippoorwill's
in love, he can whipper
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DINAH: So if you're ready for romance
and you ever get the chance
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CHORUS: Grab your girl
DINAH: Give her your cheek
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DINAH: "I love you, Lulubelle."
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DINAH: But if you're only
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BERGEN: You're quite right.
OPHELIA: Oh, yes, I am. Yes.
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BERGEN: Yes, I agree with you.
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-OPHELIA: Good night, Charlie.
-Uh, good night.
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BERGEN: Once upon a time,
long, long ago...
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-Can I try?
-BERGEN: Certainly.
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BERGEN: Yes, it was one of nature's
garden spots
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MORTIMER: Mmm. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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BERGEN: The winding roads,
lined with stately trees.
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MORTIMER: Trees. Yeah.
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BERGEN: Lush fields and prosperous
farms dot the landscape.
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MORTIMER: Landscape. Yeah.
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BERGEN: And high on a hilltop
overlooking the valley,
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-shining like a jewel, stands...
-MORTIMER: My red barn.
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BERGEN: No, no.
It was something much nicer.
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-It was a majestic castle!
-LUANA: Oh, that's pretty.
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BERGEN: And something very precious
is kept within these castle walls.
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LUANA: What is it?
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BERGEN: It's a magic,
singing harp. Listen.
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BERGEN: Yes,
the voice of this golden harp
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CHARLIE: I knew
there was a catch in it.
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BERGEN: For one day...
CHARLIE: They built a schoolhouse.
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BERGEN: No, no.
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LUANA: What happened?
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BERGEN: When the shadow lifted,
the golden harp was gone.
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CHARLIE: Just like the eighth grade.
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BERGEN: Desolation spread
over the land.
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MORTIMER: Dry rot.
CHARLIE: Yes, isn't it?
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BERGEN: Charlie.
CHARLIE: Yes, sir.
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BERGEN: The fields of golden corn
turned to dust.
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CHARLIE: Kerplop.
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BERGEN: The laughing brook
flowed no more.
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CHARLIE: Now it's Gruesome Gulch.
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BERGEN: Days pass, weeks pass.
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CHARLIE: I pass. New deal.
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LUANA: What happened
to all the people?
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BERGEN: Well, suppose we look
in on these humble peasants.
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MORTIMER: Is that a peasant?
CHARLIE: That's a cow, stupid.
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LUANA: Well, at least they had milk.
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BERGEN: Well, she used to be
a good milker. But now...
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CHARLIE: She's an udder failure.
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BERGEN: She was the bosom friend
of a once-proud family.
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CHARLIE: Well, they're certainly
out of the high rent district.
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BERGEN: And there they are,
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CHARLIE: Uh, just tell it. Don't ham it.
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BERGEN: But are their spirits broken?
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CHARLIE: Ahem. Bean, you mean.
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BERGEN: If it were
one man and three beans...
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CHARLIE: Well,
at least there are no bones in it.
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BERGEN: Just look
at that miserable creature,
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GOOFY: Easy, Donald. Easy!
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BERGEN: He says
he's all right, but I wonder.
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-MICKEY: Donald! No, Donald!
-(MOOING)
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BERGEN: The little fellow was
completely out of his head.
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CHARLIE: Well, it'll be your fault
if they starve to death.
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-LUANA: Why don't they sell the cow?
-That's just what they did.
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MICKEY: But Donald!
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-No, no, Donald!
-DONALD: Magic beans!
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BERGEN: Poor Mickey,
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-Light of a full moon.
-CHARLIE: Bergen? Bergen!
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BERGEN: What?
LUANA: There's something moving.
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BERGEN: Why, yes. Well, maybe
there is some magic in them!
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BERGEN: And all through the night,
it grew onward and upward.
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CHARLIE: That thing
is a menace to aviation.
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BERGEN: And so,
with the coming of dawn,
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MORTIMER: Well, search me.
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BERGEN: What drew them
toward this place of mystery?
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CHARLIE: Well, somebody did.
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MORTIMER: Oh, gosh!
Who made them?
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CHARLIE: Well, it wasn't Cinderella.
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BERGEN: Soon they reached
the moat surrounding the castle.
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-(DRAGONFLIES DRONING)
-LUANA: Ooh! Dragonflies!
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CHARLIE: Yeah. A-flyin' front
and draggin' behind.
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BERGEN: Finally,
they reached the castle.
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CHARLIE: The hard way.
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BERGEN: This was
the biggest adventure of their lives.
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CHARLIE: You know, you could stand
some rehearsal on this story.
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BERGEN: Inside, the tremendous hall
was as silent as a tomb.
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CHARLIE: Caught with his pants...
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BERGEN: Charlie!
CHARLIE: Caught with his pants...
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BERGEN: Charlie!
CHARLIE: Well, his slip was showing.
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BERGEN: They gazed
in speechless wonder
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DONALD: Food! Let me at it!
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MICKEY: That's the harp!
DONALD: Boy, oh, boy!
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-No!
-SCARY VOICE: Ohh!
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-I was not!
-BERGEN: I mean, he was not.
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BERGEN: Down the castle hall
he came roaring...
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BERGEN: Those are
his magic words, you know.
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-I smell...
-CHARLIE: You're telling us!
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BERGEN: Now, wait a minute.
He may be smarter than he looks.
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LUANA: Oh, I hope
he doesn't find them.
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CHARLIE: Hey, Giant,
you're getting warm.
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MORTIMER: Well, don't tell him!
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CHARLIE: Behind the jar, stupid.
LUANA: Charlie!
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GIANT: Pot roast! Chocolate pot roast!
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CHARLIE: He'll have to talk fast
to get out of this one.
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BERGEN: Well, you leave it to Mickey.
Just watch.
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BERGEN: See?
Mickey never misses a trick.
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CHARLIE: Yeah, a couple more good
ideas like that, and they're finished.
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BERGEN: Well, I'll admit
the little fellows are in a bad fix.
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CHARLIE: Anybody wanna buy
a tall, thin mouse?
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BERGEN: No, thank you. I mean no.
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CHARLIE: Looks like
their goose is cooked.
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BERGEN: Oh, fate may yet deal them
a winning hand.
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-CHARLIE: She could be my weakness.
-(HARP STRUMMING)
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BERGEN: There might still be a chance
of escape
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CHARLIE: If she can't, I know who can.
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BERGEN: Shh.
Let's all be quiet now and see.
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BERGEN: Well,
it looks like success at last.
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LUANA: Oh!
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CHARLIE: Ha.
Should have left well enough alone.
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BERGEN: And there goes the giant!
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BERGEN: What's the matter, Mortimer?
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-(CREAKING)
-MORTIMER: Oh!
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LUANA: Oh, Mr. Bergen!
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-No!
-MORTIMER: Yeah.
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The Three Caballeros off-screen subtitle dialogues

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DONALD: "Felicitaciones,
uh, al Pato Donald..."
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-NARRATOR: Aves Raras.
-Aves Raras?
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NARRATOR: Sí, señor.
That means strange birds.
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NARRATOR: Yes, amigo.
Your feathered cousins.
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HOLLOWAY: El fin, the end.
NARRATOR: ...yes, thank you.
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HOLLOWAY: This story takes us
way down to the south pole.
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HOLLOWAY: Must be near Cape Horn.
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HOLLOWAY: Four bells and all's well.
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NARRATOR: (LAUGHS)
Never satisfied!
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NARRATOR: And now, Donald,
let's hop over the Andes.
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-(DONALD LAUGHS)
-NARRATOR: Huh?
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-Uh-oh. Who's that?
-NARRATOR: Oh, a thousand pardons.
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NARRATOR:
Now he's called the Aracuan
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NARRATOR: By the way, amigo,
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NARRATOR: Yes, quite a builder
is the little Marrequito.
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NARRATOR: (LAUGHS) And now,
Donald, how would you like to hear
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NARRATOR: It's a tale about
by an old gaucho from Uruguay.
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GAUCHO: It was early one morning
in springtime,
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GAUCHO: You see,
his nest is just like the horno.
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GAUCHO: The race was about to begin,
and the grand prize was 1,000 pesos.
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GAUCHO: We were off
with the speed of a bullet!
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ANNOUNCER: And now coming down
across the line of finish, it's...
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GAUCHO: Well, amigos, it was all over,
but the shouting.
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GAUCHO: Caramba! The jig was up.
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GAUCHO: What became
of the flying donkey, you ask?
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DONALD: Adios, so long. Good-bye!
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DONALD: (SCREAMS) Presents!
Oh boy, let me at 'em!
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DONALD: Say, what's this?
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-DONALD: No, I haven't.
-No? Oh, I am so sorry for you.
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JOE: Ah, Baía.
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JOE: (SINGS) Oh,
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JOE: Ah, Baía.
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-No.
-JOE: No? Well, let's go!
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-They have maruru.
-DONALD: Is that so?
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-They have munguza.
-DONALD: Munguza?
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JOE: Hurry, Donald, hurry!
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PEDDLER: (SINGS) Oh, oh, oh
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JOE: Sim, senhor.
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JOE: (LAUGHS) Uh, uh, uh.
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JOE: Oh, my friend,
you are using the wrong finger.
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PANCHITO: Ah, Jalisco no te rajes
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PANCHITO: This custom takes place
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PANCHITO: You see, Donald?
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PANCHITO: And now for a nice trip
through Mexico
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PANCHITO: And this, Donald,
is Patzcuaro,
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DONALD: Well, what do you know?
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-Bravo, bravo, bravo, bravo!
-JOE: Excellente!
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DONALD: Thanks.
I had a wonderful time.
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PANCHITO: Adiós, amigos.
So long.
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JOE: Watch your step, Donald.
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PANCHITO: Hey, Donald,
you are what they say, "off the cob."
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-I wanna stay! (SCREAMS)
-JOE: Take it easy, Donald.
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DONALD: Am I going to like this place!
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DONALD: Doggone this confusion!
(MUMBLING)
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PANCHITO: (LAUGHS)
So, you like pretty girls, huh?
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-(PANCHITO LAUGHING)
-DONALD: Lemme go!
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-Beautiful, no?
-JOE: Colossal!
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-JOE: Very beautiful city.
-(DONALD SCREAMS)
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DORA LUZ: (SINGING)
You belong to my heart
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Extra dialogue

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FOZZIE: Sixty-four shows nightly

can get pretty grueling.

Home on the Range off-screen subtitle dialogues

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MAN: Come on, girl!
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MAGGIE: Home on the range.
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MAGGIE: Hey! A dairy farm!
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PIGS: Can hog! Can hog!
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JEB: Don't yell at me.
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PEARL: Now don't you worry, Abner.
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PEARL: Now, I want y'all
to make her feel right at home.
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SHERIFF: It's a whole new
shooting match now.
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GRACE: Mrs. C.
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-AUDREY: Good luck, girls!
-See you!
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CLEM: Roger dodger.
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RUSTY: Earth to Buck!
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MORRIS: Hey, Sheriff!
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CALOWAY: They appear
to be domesticated.
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MAGGIE: Hit the dirt.
CALOWAY: Who lives like this?
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GRACE: What do we do?
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CALOWAY: There's a star on that door.
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MAGGIE: That must be the sheriff's
office. Move, lady! Move!
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ANN: That does it!
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BUCK: Look at me!
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BUCK: Hasta la vista, heifers.
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GRACE: (SINGING OFF TUNE)
Oh, give me a home
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MAN: Sold!
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MAN: That's the last of the furniture.
Final item to be auctioned
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MAGGIE: Cattle drive. Told you.
You both owe me a dollar.
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CALOWAY: Look out!
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-MAGGIE: Grace!
-Bye.
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MAGGIE: Come on, girls.
Let's go get Slim!
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MAN: Forget it!
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CALOWAY: You know, Grace,
Maggie does so love your singing.
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MAGGIE: I'll get you for this.
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MAN: Pick a color.
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SLIM: I said,
"Not bad for one night's work."
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-SLIM: Gil?
-Uh-huh?
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-GRACE: Look out, Slim.
-No, it can't be.
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GRACE: We're on your trail.
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GRACE: Oops!
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CALOWAY: This has "Buck"
written all over it.
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GRACE: Oh, no, the tracks!
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SLIM: Okay, boys,
let's go through it one last time.
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WESLEY: All right, move it, Bessie,
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GRACE: Lucky Jack,
you did it. We're here!
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CALOWAY: I take my hat off to you.
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CALOWAY: It's Buck!
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MAGGIE: Stallion of the Sim-moron.
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SLIM: 1,420.
NEPHEW: 4,334.
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-GRACE: There he is.
-Come on, let's go.
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MAGGIE: We made it!
GRACE: Hip-hip-hurrah!
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WESLEY: All right,
move it, Bessie. Get in there.
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BUCK: Make a break
for it, ladies. Run!
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BUCK: Get out of here, you bulls.
Head for the hills.
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BUCK: Let's get it on.
MAGGIE: Cows rule.
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SLIM: Much obliged, Sheriff.
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GRACE: There it is!
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SLIM: Ow!
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JACK: "So it was that Alameda Slim,
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