Johnny Parkson Riggs:
This isn't a country. It's a cemetery with a train running through it.
Aunt Amarilla:
Right now we will have lunch, as only Gaston can prepare it.
Yolanda Aquaviva:
I am hungry.
Aunt Amarilla:
Good. I've planned something a little special. Fresh caviar, which was flown here from Russia, avocados flown here from California, and roast pheasants - they fly here themselves.
Aunt Amarilla:
You have the largest, most modern stables in the entire country. Do you like horses?
Yolanda Aquaviva:
Oh yes, I do.
Aunt Amarilla:
Fine, we must buy a horse.
Aunt Amarilla:
Do my fingernails immediately and bring them to my room.
Victor Budlow Trout:
Johnny, do you realize the penalty for impersonating an angel?
Johnny Parkson Riggs:
No, what is it?
Victor Budlow Trout:
Well, it's - it's - pretty severe.
Yolanda Aquaviva:
Mr. Brown doesn't dance... except, perhaps, on the head of a pin.
Aunt Amarilla:
Oh, I should like to see that.
Johnny Parkson Riggs:
You didn't tell anybody I was your guardian angel, did you?
Yolanda Aquaviva:
Not exactly. All I said was that you weren't a real man. My aunt doesn't believe me.
Yolanda Aquaviva:
I'm glad of that. I'd rather it didn't get around.
Johnny Parkson Riggs:
I'm afraid you made a mistake.
Policeman:
Oh no, Señor, no mistake. We have here your descriptions.
Victor Budlow Trout:
It's a mistake.
[Motioning to himself and Johnny.]
Victor Budlow Trout:
We don't look like this.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
