:03:02
It's become a distinction
to assail a California cockerel.
:03:05
You pink them slightly in the arm and
shoulder and they boast of having met you.
:03:10
Cadet Vega, the commandant
wishes to see you in his office at once.
:03:15
Good. You see, I can't possibly fight
the fellow now. Explain that to him, will you?
:03:20
But tell him I'll meet him tomorrow.
:03:39
Señores, your attention, please.
:03:42
- I'm buying wine for all.
- (murmurs ofapproval)
:03:45
Come on, come on.
It's your last chance to fill up on me.
:03:49
Last chance? What do you mean?
:03:51
My father has ordered me home.
The commandantjust told me.
:03:54
- I sail on the first ship from Lisbon.
- To California?
:03:58
- But what about your commission here?
- I'll have to give that up.
:04:02
What's California like?
Are the lndians troublesome?
:04:05
- No.
- Then who is there to fight?
:04:07
No one.
:04:08
Then what will you do with
this spur ofyours, my cockerel?
:04:15
This.
:04:21
Leave it there.
:04:24
And when you see it, think of me,
:04:26
in a land of gentle missions,
happy peons, sleepy caballeros,
:04:30
and everlasting boredom.
:04:32
Wine!
:04:38
A toast, señores. To California,
:04:42
where a man can only marry, raise fat
children, and watch his vineyards grow.