Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

She's afraid of catching cold.
Touch of laryngitis.
Here, specialty of the house.

-That's quite a cocktail.
-lt's very mild. Let's drink a toast:

There was a fellow named Sidney
Who drank till he ruined a kidney

It shriveled and shrank
But he drank and he drank

He had fun doing it, didn't he?
-l know another. Bottoms up.

He looks like he'll explode.
-What are you made of? What was that?
-Scotch, vodka, brandy and gin.

Here, try this.
-That wasn't water!
-No, straight vodka.

Want some more? What's the matter?
Don't you feel well?

-l'm burning up.
-Let's take off your coat.

Yes, you'll feel better.
You'll cool off. l'll help.

Now you just sit down there.
Excuse me a minute.

-Any luck?
-Not so far.

Be sure you check the inside pocket.
-lt's not in here.
-lt's not in his coat.

There's one other place
it could be: his pants.

-We'll have to get them.
-Should l do it alone?

-Two heads are better than one.
-l suppose so.

lt's ticklish business.
We'll stick together.

l nearly went to sleep.
Could you turn the heat down?

-He needs a glass of water.
-Yes, indeed.

l'd like water, but it's this heat--
Nice glass of water.
Look out!
-Your pants are soaked!
-We can't leave him in wet pants.