Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Here? l just remembered,
l have another appointment.

l better pop off. Toodle-loo,
chin-chin and all that rot.

-That was mean!
-Shut up and listen to me.

-You're in a jam.
-Me? Why?

What were you doing before
Piggie started barking?

-He wasn't barking, that's Swahili.
-Before that.

Were you doing anything you
wouldn't want Mr. Esmond to see?

-Why, no-- My goodness, yes!

He was telling me about South Africa.
lt's dangerous.

Full of snakes called pythons.
lt seems a python can grab a goat...

...and kill it
by squeezing it to death.

-Get to the point.
-That's all.

What's incriminating about that?
Well, Piggie was being the python,
and l was a goat.

Oh, Lorelei!
Don't worry!
Piggie won't tell anyone!

He won't have to.
When Piggie was squeezing the goat...

...Mr. Malone was taking pictures
through that porthole.

-Whatever for?
-The National Geographic magazine.

Wake up, honey.
Mr. Malone has foxed us.

He's been shining up to me
to watch you.

l'll bet you anything he's a private
detective hired by Mr. Esmond.

Gus is jealous without pictures. He sees
that, he'll be absolutely unreasonable.

Yes, he will.
l was gonna kill him,
but l thought better.

We'll get the photos
if he doesn't know we know.

-l'll get them. He's a man, isn't he?

Charm won't work.
He's too smart for that.

-And he was such a doll last night.
-Oh, Dorothy!