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Now, if you'll excuse me...
There must be 200 people pouring into the hotel.
You're true blue, through and through.
- The convention will be ruined. - Ruined nothing. We've got our wives...
What will you do? Throw him back, that's what.
you would leave this sweet, generous guy in his hour of need?
The hotel staff has quit, and I hereby order...
Boy, this outboard motor is heavy.
Relax! Are you kidding?
Speak, Exalted Grand Pooh-Bah.
I wonder what the poor people are doing.
Gee, Fred, that's great.
Fred, I don't know how to tell you. I feel like a heel.
What will I do, Fred?
Boy, what a close call. We were lucky to get out of there alive.
Well, it could be, Fred, but I heard stories.
Why, that's just a silly old myth.
Hold on, Fred, I'm coming.
We could get down to Gus's hotel. He might give us a rate for old time's sake.
- Hi, Fred. - Hi, Betty.