About as big as a dime.
You see it a-winkin'?
Right through the knothole. Slick as a whistle.
Who fired off a gun?
Was that you, Curly?
Well, I, uh- I shot once.
Well, what was you shooting at?
- Knotholes. - Well, ain't you a pair of pretty nothings...
a-peckin' away at knotholes and scarin' everybody to death. Well!
What happened, Aunt Eller? What happened?
Nobody hurt. Just a pair of fools swappin' noises.
Oh, excuse. Excuse.
Mind if I visit with you gents?
I got a few pretties to show you.
Uh, private knickknacks, special for the menfolk.
Not me. I gotta shine up that surrey I done hired for tonight.
Laurey promised to go with me...
and she better not change her mind.
She better not!
Now, take a look at those.
Straight from Paris.
- You got a frog-sticker? - You mean one of them long knives?
I tell you what I'd like better.
You know them things called a Little Wonder?
You hold it up to your eye. You look through it. You see pictures.
You say to a fella, "Come here. Look through here."
And when he's lookin' through it, you press a little jigger on the end...
and out snaps a blade, and then bang.
Down you come.
Ugh. A good joke to play on a friend.
No, I don't have no things like that. Too dangerous.
Here, take a look at these postcards.
I'm sick of them things. I want me a real woman.
I'm tired of all these pictures of women.
Well, throw them away. Buy some new ones.
If you get tired of a woman, what can you do?
Nothing. You just keep getting tireder and tireder.
I've made up my mind.
Oh, say, you know a girl named Ado Annie?
- I don't want her. - I don't want her either, but I got her.
Ain't you done your basket yet?
Lands, you ain't even dressed.
I believe you got something worryin' on your mind.
Aunt Eller, I want everything to stay just the way it is.
Well, won't it?
I like living the way we do.
I like the looks of the prairie outside my window...
and the thicket where the possums live...
and the way we set round in the evenings in thrashing time...
eatin' mush melons and a-singin', and-
- Oh, lots of things. - Why should any of that have to change, Laurey, honey?
- What if something happened? - What could happen?
We got money in the bank...
and it's gonna be another good year for corn and oats.
You are a silly.
"Hold bottle two inches from nostril.
"Close your eyes and inhale.
"Ask your heart what you really want...
and wait for the answer."
Elixir of Egypt, make up my mind for me.
I'm waitin' for the answer.
Laurey?
Time to go to the party.
Crawlin' along like this, we'll get there when the party's over.
Last time I saw you alone was in the winter.
I was sick...
and I remember you brung me some hot soup...
out to the smokehouse...
and you give it to me.
Me in bed.
And you asked me if I had a fever.
Put your hand on my head to see.
- I remember. - Do you?
Bet you don't remember as much as me.
I remember everything you ever done...
every word you ever said.
I can't get it out of my mind.
You see how it is?
Whoa, boy! Whoa!
Whoa there!
Whoa there! Whoa!
Whoa now. Whoa there!
Whoa, boy. Whoa, boy.
Quiet, everyone.
No, no, no.
Well, say it.
Yeah!
Why don't dirt scratchers go back to Missouri where they belong?
He's thrifty, all right.
Quiet, everybody.
Oh, you would, would you?
Who wants an old farm woman anyhow?
Notice you married one so's you could get a square meal.
- You can't talk that-a-way about our women. - He can say what he wants.
Ain't nobody gonna slug out anythin'.
This here's a party.
Sing it, Andrew.
Good, but louder. Sing it.
Sing it.
Sing. Come on, now, sing.
Come on.
You hear? Sing.
Sing!
Yeah!
Quiet, everybody. Quiet.
It's time to start the auction.
Who's gonna be the auctioneer, Mr. Skidmore?
Why, Aunt Eller, of course.
- Say, Aunt Eller? - Huh?
Laurey ain't here yet. What do you reckon's happened?
Oh, they're just pokey.
Loosen up your pockets, fellas.
You've been pounding the floor of the new schoolhouse.
Now let's get money enough to raise the roof.
Mr. Skidmore's been generous enough to give us the land.
He's got more kids than the rest of us.
Now, you know the rules, gentlemen.
You ain't supposed to know what girl goes with what hamper.
Of course, if your sweetheart has told you that hers...
will be done up in a certain kind of way, with a certain kind of ribbon...
that ain't my fault.
I can't hardly lift this one. Wonder what's in there.
I'm bound there's a mince pie in here.
- Is there any rum in it? - Well, come and sniff for yourself.
Is there?
- I'll vote two bits. - Two bits!
Whoa.
- Hi, Laurey. - Where's Aunt Eller? And Curly?
Well, up the house, I think.
Sold to Pete Larkin for six bits.
Well, Pete, you sure got a purty gal to go with your supper.
Well, let's go ahead.
Now, what am I offered for this one?
Anybody just et?
- I'll give two bits. - Two bits.
- Four bits. - Four bits.
I've heard enough bits. Let's hear a mouthful.
Hello, young fella.
Well, Mr. Hakim, I hear you got yourself engaged to Ado Annie.
- Well, I-I- - Well, nothing.
I don't know what to call you.
Ain't pretty enough for a skunk. Ain't skinny enough for a snake.
Too low to be a man, and too big to be a mouse.
- I reckon you're a rat. - Hmm. That's logical.
- Answer me one question. Do you really love her? - Well, I-I-I-
'Cause if'n I thought you didn't...
I'd tie you up in that there bag and drop you in the river.
- Are you serious about her? - Yes, I'm serious.
Do you worship the ground she walks on, like I do? You'd better say yes.
Y-Yes. Yes.
Would you spend every cent you had for her?
That's what I did.
See the bag? Full of presents.
Cost 50 bucks- all I had in the world.
- If you had that $50- - I'd have Ado Annie and you'd lose her.
Oh, yeah. I'd lose her.
Uh, let's see what you got in the bag.
Might wanting to buy something.
What would you want with it?
I'm a peddler, ain't I?
Oh, hi!
What a beautiful hot-water bag. Looks French.
It must have cost you plenty.
- I give you eight dollar for it. - Eight dollars?
- That wouldn't be honest. I only paid 3.50- - All right.
I said I give you eight. I will.
- Oh, that's a crackerjack. - Take your hands off that.
That was for our wedding night.
It don't fit you so good. I give you $22.
- Well, what- - All right, 22.50. Not a cent more.
Oh, mighty dainty. Fifteen dollar. Let's see now.
Twenty-two and eight is 30...
and 15 is 45, and 50 is 45.50.
Forty-five fifty.
Say, that's almost-
- Uh, you wanna buy some more? - Might.
You ever see one of these things?
- How much you give me for this here thing? - Oh, no.
- I don't handle things like that. - It's just a girl in a pink-
- No, it's more than that. - Hey.
Either of you two see'd Laurey?
Up to the house, lookin' for Curly.
- How much you give me for this thing? - I tell you, I don't-
- What do you want for it? - Uh-
Well, let's see.
- Three dollars and fifty cents. - Sold.
Now, 3.50 from him, 45.50 from you.
That makes $50, don't it?
No. One dollar short.
Oh, darn it. I must have figured wrong.
Well, how much for the rest of the stuff in this here bag?
- One dollar. - Done.
Now I got the $50, ain't I?
Know what that means?
Means I'm gonna take Ado Annie back from you.
- You wouldn't do a thing like that to me. - Wouldn't I?
When I tell Ado Annie's pa who I got most of the money off of...
Maybe he'll change his mind...
about who's smart and who's dumb.
Say, young fella, you certainly buncoed me.
Ooh. Ah.
Now here's the last two hampers.
Whose they are, I ain't got no idy.
The big one's mine, and the next one to it is Laurey's.
That's the end of that secret.
Now, what am I bid for Annie's hamper?
Two bits.
- Four. - Who says six? You?
Ain't nobody hungry no more?
What about you, peddler-man? Six bits?
Uh, no, no. I don't care.
- Bid 'em up. - Six bits!
Oh, six bits ain't enough for a lunch like Annie can make.
Let's hear a dollar. How about you? You won her last year.
Hey, Annie, you still got the same sweet potato pie like last year?
- You bet! - Same old sweet potato pie. What do you say?
I say it gimme a three-day bellyache.
Never mind about that. Who bids a dollar?
Come on, bid.
Mine was the last bid. I got her for six bits.
- Bid a dollar. - Ninety cents.
Ninety cents. We're gettin' rich.
Another desk for the schoolhouse. Do I hear more?
You hear $50.
- Fifty dollars! - Hey!
Nobody ever bid $50 for a lunch.
Nobody ever bid 10.
- He ain't got $50. - Oh, yes, I have.
If you're a man of honor, you'll say Annie belong to me like you said she would.
- Where's your money? - Right here in my hand.
That ain't yours. You just bid it, didn't you? Give it to the schoolhouse.
I still say the peddler gets my daughter's hand.
- Now, wait a minute! That ain't fair! - Going for $50.
- Going, going- - Fifty-one.
- You crazy? - Fifty-
Wait a minute. Hold on.
Aunt Eller, if'n I don't bid no more...
- I can keep my money, can't I? - You sure can.
Then I still got $50, and this is mine.
- You simple-minded shag poke. - Going, going...
gone for $51, and that means Annie'll get the prize, I guess.
- Ooh! Ooh! - And I'll get Annie, I guess.
And what are you getting for your $51?
A three-day bellyache.
Now- Now, here's my niece's hamper.
I took a peek inside a while ago...
and I must say it looks mighty tasty.
- What do I hear, gents? - Two bits.
- Four bits. - What you say, six?
- One dollar. - More like it. Do I hear two?
A dollar and a quarter.
Two dollars.
Two-fifty.
- Three dollars. - And two bits.
Three dollars and four bits.
- Four dollars. - And two bits.
Four dollars and a quarter.
Ain't I gonna hear any more?
Curly?
I got a bid of four and a quarter from Jud Fry.
You gonna let him have it?
Andrew.
- Four and a half. - Four and a half! Going for-
Four seventy-five.
Come on, gentlemen. Schoolhouse ain't built yet.
Got to get a nice "chimbley."
- Five dollars. - Five dollars! Going for- - And two bits.
Too rich for my blood. Can't afford no more.
Five and a quarter.
Ain't got nearly enough yet.
Not for cold duck and stuffing...
- and that lemon meringue pie. - Six dollars.
- Six dollars! - And two bits. And two bits.
My, you're stubborn, Jud.
Mr. Carnes is a richer man than you-
and I know he likes custard with raspberry syrup.
- Oh, let it go. - Anybody gonna bid any more?
No, they all dropped out. Can't you see?
- You got enough, Aunt Eller. - Yeah, let's get on.
- I got the money. - Hold on, you.
- I ain't said "going, going"- - Say it!
Going to Jud...
for six dollars and two bits.
Going.
- Who'd you say was getting Laurey? - Jud Fry.
- And for how much? - Six and a quarter.
I don't reckon that's quite enough, do you, Aunt Eller?
More than you got.
Got a saddle here. Cost me $30.
You can't bid saddles. You gotta bid cash.
Thirty-dollar saddle must be worth something to somebody.
I'll give you 10 dollars.
Don't be a fool, boy. You can't earn a living without a saddle.
- You got cash? - Right in my pocket.
Let's don't waste time. How high you going?
Higher than you, no matter what.
- Aunt Eller, I'm bidding all of this 10 dollars. - Ten dollars! Going, going-
Ten dollars and two bits.
Curly?
Most of you boys know my horse, Blue.
He's kind of a nice horse. He's gentle. He's well broke.
Don't sell Blue, Curly. It ain't worth it.
I'll give you $25 for him.
Sold.
Aunt Eller, that makes the bid 35.
Curly, you're crazy.
But it's all for the schoolhouse, ain't it?
- Going for 35- - Hold on. Hold on now.
I'm not finished bidding yet.
You just sold everything you got in the world, didn't you?
You can't sell your clothes 'cause they ain't worth nothin'.
You can't sell your gun 'cause you're gonna need it.
Yes, sir, you're gonna need it bad.
Well, I'm just as good as Curly at gettin' what I want.
I'm gonna bid everything I got in the world.
Forty-two dollars and 31 cents.
Anybody want to buy a gun?
I bought it brand-new last Thanksgiving. It's worth a lot.
- Curly- - Give you 18 for it, Curly.
Sold.
Aunt Eller, that makes the bid $53.
Anybody going any higher?
Sold!
Going, going, gone.
Well, what's the matter with you folks?
Ain't nobody gonna cheer or nothin'?
Ah, ah, ah, ah. Now, come on, you two.
Shake hands.
That's better.
- Curly? - What?
Can I show you something?
Excuse us, Laurey?
You ever seen one of these?
Just what is it?
It's something special.
You just put it up to your eye and you look through it, like that.
Curly! Curly!
- What you doing? - Nothin'.
What do you want to squeal at a man like that for?
You scared the livin' lights out of me.
Well, then stop lookin' at them old French pictures.
And ask me for a dance. You brung me to the party, didn't you?
All right, all right, you silly old woman. I'll dance with you.
Sam, pick that banjo to pieces.
Now that I got that $50, you name the day.
- August 15. - Why August 15?
'Cause that was the first day I was kissed.
Was it? I didn't remember that.
You wasn't there.
Now, lookee here. We gotta have a serious talk.
Now that you're engaged to me, you gotta stop havin' fun.
I mean, with other fellas.
No!
Foot!
Uh-uh.
Why'd you drive off and leave me like that?
Like I said, didn't want to be late for the party.
You didn't want to be with me, you mean, not a minute more than you had to.
I ain't good enough for you, am I?
I'm a hired hand.
I got dirt on my hands. Pig slime.
I ain't fit to touch, am I? You're better. Oh, you're so much better.
Well, we'll see how much better you are, Miss Laurey...
and you won't be so free and easy and highfalutin with your airs.
- You such a fine lady! - Are you makin' threats to me?
Are you trying to tell me if I don't allow you to slobber over me like a hog...
why, you're gonna do something about it?
Well, you ain't a hired hand for me no more.
You can just pack up your duds and scoot.
Don't you as much as set foot inside the pasture gate...
or I'll sic the dogs on to you!
You said your say.
You brought it on yourself.
I can't help it.
I can't never rest.
I told you how it was. You wouldn't listen.
You ain't never gonna get rid of me. Never.
Hey, Laurey, have you seen Annie?
- She's gone again. - Will, will you do something for me?
Will you find Curly and tell him I'm here?
I wanna see Curly awful bad. I gotta see him.
Why don't you turn around and look, you crazy woman?
Oh, Curly!
Well, you found yours.
I'm still lookin' for mine.
What on earth is ailing the belle of Claremore?
Well, by gum, if you ain't cryin'.
Oh, Curly, I'm afraid- afraid for my life.
- Jumpin' toadstools. - Don't you leave me!
- Gosh a-mighty. - Don't mind me cryin'.
I can't help it.
- You can cry your eyes out. - I don't know what to do.
Well, here. I'll show ya.
That's about all a man can stand in public. You go away from me, you.
Oh. You don't like me, Curly?
Like you? You get away from me, I tell ya. Plumb away from me.
Curly, you're sittin' on the stove!
It's cold as a hunk of ice.
Wished it had burned a hole in your pants.
- You do, do ya? - You heared me.
Now, look, Laurey, you stand right there where you at...
and I'll sit right over here.
Now, you can tell me what you wanted with me.
Well, Jud was here.
He scared me.
He talked wild, and he threatened me, so I- I fired him.
I wished I hadn't. There ain't no tellin' what he might do now.
You fired him?
Well, then, that's all there is to it.
I'll stay in the place myself tonight, if you're nervous about that hound dog.
Look, you quit your worryin', or I'll spank ya.
Hey...
while I think of it...
how about marrying me?
Gracious.
What'd I wanna marry you for?
Well, couldn't you maybe think of some reason why you might?
I can't think of nothin' right now, hardly.
Laurey...
please, ma'am, marry me?
I don't know what I'm gonna do if you don't.
Curly, why, I'll marry ya if you want me to.
I'll be the happiest man alive as soon as we're married.
Well, I gotta learn to be a farmer. I can see that.
Quit thinkin' about throwin' that rope...
and start gettin' my hands blistered a new way.
Things is changin', Laurey, right and left.
Buy up mowin' machines and cut down prairies...
shoe your horses and drag them plows under the sod.
They gonna make a state out of this. They gonna put it in the Union.
Country's a-changin'. I gotta change with it.
- Bring up a pair of boys. - Curly!
Well, new stock to keep up with the way things is goin' in this here crazy country.
Now I got you to help me, I'll amount to somethin' yet.
I remember the first time I ever see'd ya.
It was at the fair, and you was ridin' that gray filly of Blue Stars.
I says, "Who's that skinny little thing sittin' up there with the bang on her forehead?"
Yeah, I remember. And you was ridin' broncs that day.
- That's right. - And one of 'em throwed ya.
Yeah. It did not throw me.
- Guess ya jumped off then. - Why, sure I jumped off.
Yeah, you sure did.
Hey, if there's anybody out and around this shout who can hear my voice...
I want 'em to know that Laurey Williams is my girl!
- Curly! - Ha-ha! And she went and got me to ask her to marry me.
They'll hear you all the way to Catoosy.
Let 'em.
Well, I'll say good-bye here, baby.
Time for the lonely gypsy to go back to the open road.
I wished I was goin'. Then you wouldn't be so lonely.
Look, Annie, there is a man who loves you like nothing never loved nobody.
That is the man for you- Will Parker.
Oh, yeah. Well, I like Will a lot.
Sure. He's a fine fellow.
He's strong like an ox. He's young and handsome.
Oh, I love him, all right, I guess.
Of course you do. And you love those clear blue eyes of his...
and the way his mouth wrinklies up when he smiles.
Do you love him too?
- I love him because he'll make my Ado Annie happy. - Oh.
Good-bye, baby.
I will show you how we say good-bye in Persia.
That was good-bye?
We have an old song in Persia. It says-
Hello, Will. Ali Hakim's saying good-bye.
Ah, Will, I wanna say good-bye to you too.
No, you don't. I just saw the last one.
Aw, be good to her, Will, and you be good to him, baby.
- Oh, friend of the family. - Did you say you was goin'?
I show you how we say good-bye in my country.
Oh, friend of the family.
Oh, lucky fellow.
I wish it was me she was marrying instead of you.
It don't seem to make much difference.
Well, back to the open road, the lonely gypsy!
Giddyap, boys!
You ain't gonna think of that old peddler-man anymore, are ya?
Of course not. I never think of no one less'n he's with me.
Then I'll never leave your side.
Well, even if you never go away, can't you once in awhile...
give me one of them Persian good-byes?
Persian good-bye? Why, that ain't nothin' compared to Oklahoma hello.
Hello, Will!
- Sleepin' in the saddle? - Worse than that.
I got to thinkin'. Last time for me, Mr. Skidmore.
No more roundups. Not no more.
Think you're gonna like being a farmer?
If Laurey can marry a good-for-nothing cowhand...
without a red cent in his britches, I gotta love farmin'.
I reckon you'll be a good enough husband.
Can't say about the farmin' I don't like farmin'. Never did.
That ain't gonna keep you from the weddin', is it?
Wouldn't miss it for anything. After all, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
With this ring, I thee wed.
I pronounce you man and wife.
Let's give three cheers for the happy couple!
- Hip, hip! Hip, hip! - Hooray! Hooray!
- Hip, hip! - Hooray!
Say, you better hurry and get in that other dress. We gotta get goin'.
- You hurry and pack your own duds and lean on over my-
Come on now. You girls-
- I wanna go! - Me too!
What you gonna do, Pa, give Laurey and Curly a shivaree?
- That's right. - I wished you wouldn't.
It's a good, old-fashioned custom never hurt nobody.
Wait. You ladies just stay right here now.
Vamoose! Go on! Scat!
Seems like there's times when men ain't got no need for women.
There's times when women ain't got no need for men.
Yeah, but who wants to be dead?
- Thought you's in Bushyhead. - Just come from there.
Too bad you missed Laurey's weddin'.
Been havin' one of my own.
Lands, who'd you marry? Where is he?
- There he is. - Oh.
- Is that him? - That's him.
Oh, hello, Ado Annie.
Did you see my ring, girls?
- How long you been married? - Four days.
Four days with that laugh should count like a golden wedding.
But if you married her, you must have wanted to.
Oh, sure, I wanted to.
I wanted to marry her when I saw the moonlight...
shining on the barrel of her father's shotgun.
I thought it would be better to be alive.
Now I ain't so sure.
Hey, Will, did you hear the news?
Gertie married the peddler.
Mighty glad to hear that, peddler-man.
I think I oughta kiss the bride.
Oh.
Oh, friend of the family, remember?
- Hey, Gertie, you ever had an Oklahoma hello? - Uh-uh.
No, you don't!
- Hey, hey! What are you doing? - I'm gonna keep Ado Annie from killin' your wife.
Mind your own business.
Shh! Shh! Somebody'll hear ya.
They ain't listening to anybody but theirselves.
Shh! Shh!
Go on out of here, you bunch of pig stealers!
- Why don't you go on back home where you belong?
- Up the ladder with ya, pretty thing! - Boost her up!
Put your foot in the right place, boy!
Go on, Mr. Bridegroom. There's your bride.
Maybe we'll let you down in time to catch your train!
Hey, Laurey, here's a girl baby for ya!
Fire! Haystack's a-fire!
Get some water! Get water! Hurry up!
Get the water!
Curly, I got a present for ya!
I didn't get to kiss the bride, but I got a present for you!
There's a present for you!
Come on! Come on!
- Ike! Slim! Quick! - Come on!
- What'd you do to him? - I knowed this was gonna happen.
They've been feudin' for quite a spell.
- What happened? - He fell on his own knife.
- Stuck clean through the ribs. - He's still breathing, ain't he?
Let me look at him.
Can't do a thing here. Better get him to a doctor.
Carry him over to my rig. We'll take him to Doc Tyler's.
I don't see why this had to happen...
just when everything was so fine.
Don't let your mind run on it.
I can't forget it, I tell you. I never will.
Don't try, honey.
You got to get used to havin' all kinds of things happenin' to you.
You got to look at all the good on one side...
and all the bad on the other side...
and say, "Well, all right then," to both of them.
Lots of things happen to a woman-
sickness or being poor and hungry even...
being left alone in your old age...
being afeared to die-
and you can stand it.
There's one way.
You gotta be hardy. Ya gotta be!
Oh, I wished I was the way you are.
Oh, fiddlesticks! Scrawny and old?
You couldn't hire me to be the way I am.
Oh, what'd I do without you? You're such a crazy.
Sure as you're born.
Jud's over to Doc Tyler's. They'll take care of everything.
Is he alive?
Laurey, honey, Cord Elam here...
he being federal marshal and all...
- thinks I oughta give myself up, and right now. - Oh, no!
Their train leaves Claremore in less than an hour. It's their honeymoon.
The best thing is for Curly to go of his own accord and tell the judge.
- Why, you're the judge, ain't you, Andrew? - Yeah.
Then tell him now and get it over with.
It wouldn't be proper. It's gotta be done in court.
Oh, fiddlesticks. Let's do it here and say we done it in court.
- Can't do that. That's breakin' the law. - Let's not break the law.
Let's just bend it a little.
Come on, Andrew. Start the trial.
- We ain't got but a few minutes. - Sure.
- Andrew, I got to protest. - Aw, shut your trap.
We can give the boy a fair trial without lockin' him up on his honeymoon.
All right. Here's the long and the short of it.
What's your plea? That means, why'd you do it?
Well, Jud's been pesterin' Laurey.
- And I always swore- - Just a minute.
Don't let your tongue wobble around in your head. Listen to my question.
What happened last night that made you do it?
Why, he tried to burn us to death, and he come at me with a knife.
- And you had to defend yourself, didn't ya? - Yes. Furthermore-
Never mind the "furthermores."
The plea is self-defense.
All right. Order. Wait. Is there a witness-
Wait a minute- who's seen this happen?
- Absolutely. - All right. Order.
I feel funny about it. I feel funny.
You'll feel funny when I tell your wife you're carrying on with another woman.
I ain't carrying on with no one!
Maybe not, but you'll sure feel funny when I tell your wife you are.
Laugh all you like, but as federal marshal-
Aw, shut up about being federal marshal.
If we get to be a state, we're gonna elect ourselves a sheriff.
If you don't keep your mouth shut, ain't nobody gonna vote for ya.
- Come on! - Yeah, let's get movin' and get the happy couple on the train!
Wait a minute! I ain't said the verdict yet.
- The verdict's not guilty, ain't it? - 'Course, but I gotta say it.
- Then say it. - Not guilty!
Court's adjourned!
Got the rice?
Ado Annie, where you been? You missed all the excitement.
Oh, no, we didn't.
Hello, Will.
Gotta get the young'uns on that train, or they'll miss it.
Hey, there, bride and groom, ya ready?
Here we come!
Oh, my crazy young'uns!
I don't know what I'm gonna do without you!
- All right. - Take care.
- Good luck, Curly! - Thank you! Bye!
Yaw!
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