Feet First

You take those horrible shoes
off my feet.

Horrible shoes?
Well, my shoes are no more
horrible than yours.

I've got a very dainty foot.
- Are you ready?
- Yes, just about.

I want to buy some lace
next door.

I'll meet you in the car.
Well, I'll be with you
right away.

Say no more about it.
Say no more about it.

Well, I can't imagine
how such a thing could happen.

No, of course you couldn't.
Well, Mrs. Tanner,
it's never happen again.

I know very well it won't,
because you won't be here.

Oh, please.
- What is it?
- Pardon me.

Now what are you doing?
That's a bright move.
Are you deliberately trying
to make a fool out of me?

Yes, Ma'am... no, Ma'am!
You get my shoe and get it on
my foot. Let me get out of here.

You'll hear from this,
young man.

You'll find out that you can't
insult Mrs. Tanner...

with impunity
and get away with it.

You'll hear from me later
regarding this...

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, I'm on fire!
Hurry, police! Water!
Something has got to help me!
Don't stand there
like a wooden Indian!

Officer, is it all right
to take these shoes aboard?

No, son, you can't go on.
But I gave the lady
my personal assurance...

that I would take them aboard!
Well, all right,
but make it snappy.

- We're sailing in five minutes.
- Yes, sir.

All right, I will.
All ashore that's going ashore!
- Oh, Mr. Harold!
- Huh?

- Oh!
- Oh, hello!

- Hello!
- Well, hello.