Stan and Ollie are charged with delivering the deed to a valuable gold mine to the daughter of a dead prospector. However they reckon withou...更多>
Oliver: Well, fan my brow! I'm from the South! Mary Roberts: You are? Stan: Well, shut my mouth! I'm from the South too! Oliver: The South of what, sir? Stan: The South of London. Ollie: We'll all go down to Dixie. Oh, for a slice of possum and yam. Mm! Stan: Yes sir, and some good old fish and chips. I can smell 'em. Ollie: [disgusted] Fish and chips! Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Tell me about my dear, dear Daddy! Is it true that he's dead? Stan: We hope so, they buried him. Oliver: This is another nice mess you've gotten me into! Oliver: A lot of weather we've been having lately! Oliver: That reminds me, you said that if we didn't get the deed back, you'd eat my hat. Stan: Oh, now you're taking me illiterally. Oliver: Nevertheless, I'm going to teach you not to make such rash promises. Eat the hat. Stan: Whoever heard of anybody eating a hat? Oliver: Whoever heard of anybody doing *that*. [making as if to light his thumb like a cigarette lighter] Oliver: Eat the hat! Stan: I won't do it. Oliver: If you don't eat that hat, I'll tie you to a tree and let the buzzards get you! Stan: Would you do that? Oliver: I certainly would. Stan: That's the first mistake we've made since that fellow sold us the Brooklyn Bridge. Oliver: Buying that bridge was no mistake. That's going to be worth a lot of money to us some day. Sheriff: There's one thing in this here town we don't allow! And that's messing with our women. Now if you want to stay healthy, you'll catch the next coach out of town. Oliver: Yes, sir. Sheriff: And if you miss the next coach, [draws revolver] Sheriff: you'll be riding out of here in a hearse. [Walks away] Stan: Goodbye. Oliver: Let well enough alone. Patron: Hey Finn, you're a lucky man to have a swell gal like that. Mickey Finn:
Yeah I... What are you talking about? She's the lucky one to have a swell guy like me!
Lola Marcel: Tell, me, what did he die of? Stan: I think he died of a Tuesday, or was it a Wednesday? Stan: Do you mind if I have another idea? Ollie: If it's anything like the last one, yes. Stan: Now that you've got the mine, I'll bet you'll be a swell gold-digger.