advertisement Alfalfa: I'm the Barber of Seville! Alfalfa: Now, tell me the truth; have you ever heard a voice like mine before? Young Barnaby: Why, uh, no, come to think of it; I never have! Alfalfa: I knew you'd like it! Do you want me to sing in your next opera! Young Barnaby: No, I don't need you in this one; it's all set. Alfalfa: Well then, when DO you need me? Young Barnaby: Well, let's see... [checks his watch] Young Barnaby: . It's 3:22 now... suppose you come back in twenty years? [after Alfalfa is booed during his first opera performance] Elderly Barnaby: You, an opera singer? BAH! I've wasted twenty year waiting fo' you! Take this tin cup and sing in the streets, where you belong! Alfalfa: Me, "The Great Alfalfa?" Sing in the gutter? Elderly Barnaby: Yes, I have you in me power! Don't forget; you signed a contract! Sing! Alfalfa: [crying] Yeas, sir... Spanky: You'll be sorry about this! Someday I'll be a big producer on Broadway, and you'll be singin' your opera in the street with a tin cup in your hand! Alfalfa: [snootily] Is that so? Spanky: Yes, that's so! Alfalfa: Gee, you look pretty! Diamonds an' everything! Darla: Oh yes indeed; I sing and I make hundreds an' thousands of dollars! Spanky: For old time's sake, I'm gonna give you another chance. Now, how'd you like to work for me again? Porky: O-tay! Spanky: How about you, Alfalfa? Darla: Oh, c'mon Alfalfa; croon just one song, an' you'll make hundreds an' thousands of dollars! Alfalfa: I will NOT croon. Spanky: Do you mean to tell me that you haven't given up opera yet? Alfalfa: I'm a slave to my art! Spanky: [to Alfalfa, Oliver-Hardy-style] "Slave to his art"... umph!