It Happened One Night

You're late with your apologies.
I wouldn't go back to work for you
if you begged me on your hands and knees!

I hope this'll be a lesson to you.
Did we tell that baby?
- We don't need anymore of his lip.
- You told him, Pete.

I guess he knows now,
how I feel about his job.

I bet he does, too.
Is my chariot ready?
Your chariot awaiteth withouteth,
mighty King.

- Lead on, sire.
- Make way for the king.

Make way for the king.
Long live the king.
Philadelphia, all aboard!
Step down Marty, King is back.
On the rack in the back.
It's your goodbye chariot.

Make hams of you and scram!
Two thousand miles is a long trip.
Make yourself comfortable
with a pleasant pillow.

Pillow, sir?
Driver! If you'll be good enough
to move those newspapers, I'll have a seat.

Hey, wait a minute!
What do you think you're doing?
The papers. What's the idea of
throwing them out?

The papers? It's a long story, my friend.
I never did like the idea
of sitting on newspapers.

I did it once, and all the headlines
came off on my white pants.

It actually happened.
Nobody bought a paper that day.

They followed me all over town and read
the news off the seat of my pants.

A fresh guy. What you need is
a good sock on the nose.

Listen partner,
you may not like my nose, but I do.

I always wear it out in the open so...
...if anybody wants to
take a sock at it, they can.