Say, those Osage Indians are sure striking it rich. Gobs of money. You mark my words... this State is gonna be sprouting a million barrels of oil a month, someday. Sure, and $1 million won't look much, either. Correct it and print it. Stand still, Donna... or I'll never have this dress finished for you to take back to school. Sabra, darling, if you think I'm going back to New York Finishing School... wearing a homemade fizzle like this, you're seriously mistaken. What will you wear? I'm not going back to school. Do you suppose I'm going to let those girls give me the laugh... because we haven't struck oil? - They think we're all millionaires out here. - Donna, you're the most... Why, even the Indians have more money than we've got. You ought to be punished, big as you are. And the men in this family, editorials... and maybe governor at $100 a week, maybe. And Cim, the rising young engineer. I suppose he's out gassing with Ruby again. Well, now, I've spoken to him... and I'll give him another good talking to tonight. Go on, sit down, over there. I'll stitch this up. Mother, I'm going out to the Osage reservation. I've studied enough geology, and they need new engineers out there. You're not fooling me for one moment, young man. It's Ruby. Well... Why, I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself... mooning around with an Indian hired girl. Ruby isn't an Indian hired girl. She's the daughter of an Osage chief. Osage, fiddlesticks. She's just as important in the Osage nation as... well, as Alice Roosevelt is in Washington. I've heard just about enough from you, Cimarron Cravat. And you might just as well know it, that as soon as I'm on my own... I'm gonna marry Ruby. - Your father will put a stop to this. - Dad knows. It's all right with him. Ruby's waiting, Mother. Goodbye. Well, that's a nice social problem, an Indian in the family. Well, I'm going to pick out the richest white man in town and marry him. Sure struck it rich, Louis. Yes, boys. Money's coming in so fast I don't know what to do with it. - Isn't she a beauty? - It's a crackerjack! Hey, Cal, how do you like it? It's a humdinger. Latest thing out, folding glass front. Show them, Irving. - Thirty, I bet. - Does 30 an hour. - You don't say. - How's the business, Cal? Fine. They're building another addition to the Bixby house. - Say, that's great. - It just couldn't be better. Hey, boys, don't scratch that. It's a new car, you know. I must say, Mr. Levy, your stock is quite up- to-date. You'll have my orders in at once for my new house? I'll attend to it myself. I hear you have a lovely new home. Small place, 15 rooms. Goodbye. Mr. Hefner! Gentlemen. How do you do? - A lift? - Thank you, I don't mind if I do. Go ahead, and don't break anything. Be seated. There. - Three cylinders? - No, two. I've ordered a four- cylinder. I'm gonna get one of those new acetylene headlights... so I can see around the corners. - Now, Irving, careful. Not too fast. - He might blare the horn. Goodbye, boys. Goodbye. Yes, sir. I've seen your complaint. We'd like to inform you that the Oklahoma Wigwam... still prints all the news, all the time. Knowing no law but the law of God... and the Government of these United States. Yours very truly. Well, Rickey, you don't stutter as much ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Ракетчик на английском - текст Плутовство на английском - текст Американские граффити на английском - текст Алиса в Зазеркалье на английском - текст Чапаев на английском |