Singapore Sue

No thanks.

Oh boy, what a great day to have good eyesight.

You better lay off these gold digging dames, Hanson.

The last time I was in this port, I had to leave my IOUs.

You got off easy.

I had to leave me BVDs.

Here, here.

Hey.

You see those big brown eyes?

Boy, I bet there'll be tub fulls when I leave town.

There you go.

You and Don Juan.

A girl in every port.

You meet a quart of port in every gal.

He's got to get them half plastered

before they'd even say maybe.

Oh yeah?

Well no one ever walked home on me yet.

No. They ran.

Hello Judy.

Put that down in the books, Scrubby.

Do you think it's on the level?

Come here baby.

Sure, I'll buy a doll.

A sailor for me--

there it is.

And a beautiful Chinese girl for you.

How about a kiss for the both of us?

What a hot welcome you got-- like Christmas Eve in Alaska.

You sure handed her your collection.

Oh yeah?

Well, you're so smart.

Say, I've got 10 bucks here that says I can get that flower

she's wearing in 10 minutes.

Yeah?

I got 10 bucks here to say that she's got more sense.

Ah, the dame is practically dumb.

She can't speak English.

Oh, now listen Scrubby.

You love, maybe, all them words.

But to me it's in action.

Now watch.

Hey, Judy.

Maybe she thought you said cootie.

Hey, uh-- English?

No?

Well, I Chinese to you.

You and me-- we chop suey through the park.

We chow mein.

Mm.

Yes?

Hong Kong?

Ping pong?

What do you say?

Pfft.

Pull in your horse.

-all in your angle, buddy.

-bar job.

Wait a minute.

Watch me change me tactic.

Good luck on your short line.

Say baby, how do you say, give me a little kiss in Chinese?

Scram.

Scram?

Hey, that's funny.

That's got a different meaning in my country.

Same meaning over here.

Scram.

It's a long way down to--

Hey, whatever.

Sit down, boy.

Oh well.

What's the difference?

The dame's probably got bow legs anyway?

Oh yeah?

Is that so, you big Bozo?

Bow legs, huh?

Listen to me.

So you do talk English.

I didn't grow up by the Brooklyn Navy Yard for nothing.

Hey, wait a minute.

Put it there.

OK, pal.

Say, you and me ought to get together.

I sing you a Wishy Wishy Washy Love Song.

And if he sings a love song and we'll be wishy washy.

He may be wishy, but never washy.

You can .

And you can walk and even talk.

Still I hope and wonder if you're real.

I have tried to prove that what I do, I do for you.

But you don't seem to know the way I feel.

Open up those eyes.

Don't be so blind to me.

Can't you realize you're so unkind to me.

Truly I adore you.

I'm just living for you.

Why must I implore you this way?