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Harry Vanderpool:
[to his friends] Congratulate me, boys. It's practically in the bag. Watch this.
Harry Vanderpool:
[to Sonny] Well, Rogers, they tell me you *were* running for president!
Sonny Rogers:
Aw...
Harry Vanderpool:
No, phooey, I think you're a swell guy. To prove it, I'm going in to cast my vote for you!
Sonny's girlfriend:
Well, it's not over yet!
Sonny Rogers:
We still have a chance!
Harry Vanderpool:
Don't worry, I'm not through with that squirt, yet! He won't be in office long!
Sonny's girlfriend:
Listen, gang, come on over to my place and we'll celebrate!
Sonny Rogers:
I won, I won! I was elected president!
Mary Lou Rogers:
Oh, goody, goody, goody!
Mrs. Rogers:
Oh, Sonny, I'm so proud of you!
Harry Vanderpool:
Dad, did you get that new manager for your Seattle office? I was thinking Sonny Rogers's father would be great for the job.
Sonny Rogers:
Harry Vanderpool was ahead till the last minute, but the old smarty outsmarted himself! He voted me in himself!
Mr. Rogers:
Son, we're going to Seattle.
Sonny Rogers:
You should've seen the look on his fa - What you'd say about Seattle?
Mr. Rogers:
Well, I've been given a very good job in Seattle, and we're moving there.
Sonny Rogers:
But we can't move now! Don't you understand? I can't leave Bentley when I've been elected president!
Mary Lou Rogers:
[singing] Sonny's mad and I am glad and I know what will please him!
Sonny Rogers:
Mary Lou, won't you be a good little girl and shut your big mouth!
Mrs. Rogers:
Sonny! The dishes are ready to be washed!
Harry Vanderpool:
Go on, dear, do as Mother tells you.
Sonny Rogers:
Aw, dry up!
Harry Vanderpool:
[singing] See who's washing dishes! Gee, of all the fishes! How the water swishes!
Mary Lou Rogers:
Sonny Rogers! I'll tell Mother you didn't dry the dishes!
Sonny Rogers:
Keep quiet! I'll dry them later!
Mary Lou Rogers:
I'll tell Mother what you've been doing!
Sonny Rogers:
Don't you dare!
Mrs. Rogers:
Oh, Sonny, you're getting worse!
Mr. Rogers:
What's the matter, kid?
Mary Lou Rogers:
I know what's wrong with Sonny. I think he's awful sick, Mother. You better give him some castor oil.
Sonny's girlfriend:
Say, I've got a plan so that Sonny won't have to go to Seattle.
Mary Lou Rogers:
Oh, goody, goody, goody! I'm going for a doctor!
Sonny's girlfriend:
Here's a doctor, Mary Lou, and just the kind you're looking for.
Mary Lou Rogers:
Will you come to my house, Doctor?
Sid/The Doctor:
[to Sonny] It's me, Sid, you sap! Now pant, breathe hard!
Sid/The Doctor:
[to Mr. and Mrs. Rogers] This is bad. A bronchial condition in the bazoonkas and the esophagus.
Mrs. Rogers:
Mercy! What is that?
Sid/The Doctor:
The worst case of asthma I have ever seen! He must not be moved for a long time.
Mr. Rogers:
But, Doctor, we're leaving for Seattle immediately.
Sid/The Doctor:
Seattle? Are you insane? That damp sea air would kill him in a week!
Mr. Rogers:
There's only one thing that matters, and that's Sonny. I'll telephone Vanderpool right away.
Sonny Rogers:
Whoppee! I don't have to go to Seattle, and I'm still president!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
